Zining Palace.

The red candles are swaying, and the light and shadow are like waves, rippling on the graceful tent.

Inside the tent, the sound of the guqin is ethereal and distant, soothing and moderate, and the sound of the fluttering of snowflakes outside the palace sweeping the earth, which is quite a bit of wonderful and natural fun.

Tho Liangren sat cross-legged in Tuanpu, his jade hand stroked the guqin, and his peerless face was neither happy nor sad, but his deep eyes occasionally turned, and the cold light was cold.

That little has lost a trace!

From the night when the king issued the order to kill, several killers attacked, but they couldn't take the body of a little baby. What made Tho Liangren even more angry was that when the last group of killers tracked down a cave located halfway up the mountain, they completely lost the trace of their target, and the little has not been heard from since.

"Sir, don't you have anything to say to Hongu?"

Tho Liangren finally stopped the piano sound, his lips opened lightly, and his voice was extremely soft, and he couldn't feel the murderous aura in his owner's heart at all.

At the head of the beloved sat a young man.

can easily sneak into the heavily guarded harem, enter and exit the first beauty dormitory of the enlightened country, and enjoy the sound of the piano, this person's identity is naturally special, and he is the first strategist under the seat of Tho Liangren, Mr. Huang.

"There is a force that is secretly protecting that little boy, Qingfeng Gorge, Tianhui Mountain Villa, and Thatched House, all of which have the shadow of that force in these ambush sites. This force was buried very deeply, and as soon as his subordinates were about to track down a little clue, they were gently cut off, as if in the dark, there was an invisible big hand that was playing with all this. However, what puzzled his subordinates the most was that there was another force in the secret, and this force had an ambiguous attitude, like an enemy but not an enemy, and a friend but not a friend...... It seems that this little boy's life experience is really not simple, I am afraid that there are too many secrets behind it that we don't know yet. Mr. Huang said slowly.

"If the little scumbags are not eliminated for a day, the palace will be uneasy for a day. Tho Liangren raised his eyebrows lightly, and his eyes showed a cold light.

"Subordinates should live up to their beloved's wishes. It's just that the immediate priority is that one thing. ”

"This palace has its own way of dealing with it, and Mr. just does what he wants...... When will those swordsmen arrive?"

"Three days at the latest. A first batch of dead men have lurked in the predetermined location. ”

"Very good. Mr. Lao went to the dot in person and waited for the opportunity. ”

Mr. Huang nodded yes, got up and bowed back, and walked out of Zining Palace.

There was already a carriage waiting outside the palace, and Mr. Huang dodged in and hurried east.

A mile away, Mr. Huang jumped into the carriage like an arrow from a string, and hid in the shadows.

Looking at the carriage again, the speed is still unabated, looking east.

Mr. Huang probed for a long time to make sure that no one was following, turned around, interspersed left and right through the streets of the inner city, and finally walked north, to the foot of the palace wall.

The palace guards were patrolling the palace walls in pairs.

Mr. Huang hid in the dark, paused slightly, covered his breath with the help of wind and snow, changed his body shape, used his hands and feet at the same time, and his whole body was like a gecko, crawling up along the palace wall, and stopped at the top of the palace wall, lying still.

At the expected time, there was an unexpected movement in the direction of the east gate, which effectively attracted the attention of the guards.

But I saw Mr. Huang's figure flying by, and his body was as light as a swallow and fell outside the palace wall.

The two guards seemed to be aware, rubbed their eyes, glanced at each other suspiciously, and looked back and forth on the palace wall, but found no clues.

To the north of the capital of the enlightened king, between the inner and outer city walls, is a residential area, with all kinds of handicraft workshops scattered in between, low and messy, compared with the tall palace buildings, like a wronged little daughter-in-law.

Mr. Wong walked briskly through the streets of residential areas before stopping at the door of a blacksmith shop.

Knock on the wooden door three times, and the knocking sound is different from the light and soothing.

Half a ring, the inside responds to three sounds, and it is also light and soothing.

Mr. Huang knocked three more times, and the way of tapping changed again, and Li Ma immediately responded.

The code corresponded correctly, the door creaked open, and Mr. Huang flashed in.

In the messy shop, there were seven or eight men with swords.

"The target has settled in the inn and will be in action in half an hour. ”

Mr. Huang looked around, and without waiting for everyone to reply, he entered the room alone.

At that time, all the swordsmen dressed in white clothes walked out of the store, and immediately scattered in all directions, and quickly the white figures merged into the snowstorm.

Twenty miles north of the capital, at the foot of the mountain, in the bamboo forest, an inn looms.

This inn is the closest inn to the capital, and most of the business travelers from the north choose to stop here, supply the horses with food and grass, and then embark on the last leg of the journey to the capital.

At the turn of the day, the sky was faint, and the dark moment before dawn was ushered in between heaven and earth.

Eight white figures braved the wind and snow and quietly sneaked to the top of the hill behind the inn.

After a pause, the first person pointed to the location of a guest room on the second floor of the inn, and then made a gesture. The eight figures immediately split into two, like eight unsheathed swords, and flew down the top of the mountain.

Immediately, eight white shadows were blocked, slowly approaching the inn from the front and back of the official road.

Syllable!

A crisp sound sounded in the air, and the figure of the white-clothed swordsman was stunned.

A false alarm!

A bamboo was overwhelmed by the snow and finally broke and hung down!

Pending the determination of the reason, the swordsmen did not stay any longer, their movements were at the same height, their toes tapped the thick snow, jumped into the air, and landed in the courtyard wall of the inn in no particular order.

There was silence all around, and the wind and snowflakes whistled by, effectively concealing the murderous intent that permeated the inn and outside.

After a moment's pause, the white-clothed swordsman flew up again, leaping up to the second floor of the inn, blocking the door and window of the innermost room.

The leading swordsman immediately made a gesture, and two of them approached the door and window at the same time, and the cold sword flashed, the wooden bolt broke, and the door and window were slowly pushed open silently, revealing two dark holes.

In the next moment, all the swordsmen's figures burst into flames and shot into the two black holes.

Puff! Puff......

Five slight noises came from inside the room in a row, and soon calm returned.

After a few breaths, I saw three white-clothed swordsmen quickly exiting the guest room, and their figures fell together, and then again, and they had landed firmly on the snow outside the inn.

In another moment, the three swordsmen scattered in all directions, quickly blending into the snowstorm, leaving shallow footprints that were quickly buried by the incessant snowflakes.

The snow is vast, the land is so clean, and nothing seems to have happened to the only inn in this twenty-mile radius.

However, there are always exceptions.

On the top of the hill immediately behind the inn, I don't know when another figure appeared.

The figure was dressed in black, staring coldly at everything that had just happened, and when the three white-clothed swordsmen stepped on the snow, the corners of the figure's mouth flashed with an arc that seemed to be a smile but not a smile.

As soon as the sky dawned, the figure in black turned around and disappeared into the wind and snow, not knowing where he came from or where he was going.