Rongwang's Mansion. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

King Rong, a handsome son, stood under the eaves in a dark red robe, looking at the rain under the night sky, his eyes were strange.

At this time, if nothing else, the good grandson should enter the city gate.

It's a pity that he didn't show up until the city gate was closed, and King Rong looked in the direction of the palace, and what about the name of a prince, it was still just an arrow target.

If he hadn't shown up tomorrow, he wouldn't have appeared in front of him in the future, and King Rong held out a hand to catch the rain that was falling down.

After the storm, it's not just a lukewarm drizzle, like

After waiting for ten years, what he has is patience, and the well-known King Ji himself is not angry, and now he has not been sent out of Fengdu, as soon as his little grandson dies, who else is more qualified than him.

At the end of spring, the wind on a rainy night was a little cool, but this bit of wind did not affect King Rong's mood at all.

He was waiting outside at this time, just waiting for news, he sent someone to take the life of his little grandson, and other people also went.

As time passed, King Rong's calm face began to turn white, how could it be possible, now at this time, if he succeeded, his people should have arrived.

King Rong thought of another possibility, and then shook his head, impossible, he sent so many people, and other people who hoped that the little grandson would not return to Fengdu alive, it was impossible to fail.

How could he fail, no matter how smart he is, he is just a child, and this time he is ruthless, and the people he sent are not only humans, but also other things.

King Rong began to walk around under the eaves, thinking about all the possibilities, but in the end he still didn't understand why.

The housekeeper in the house was surprised to see that King Rong had not rested, and King Rong stood under the eaves in the middle of the night to enjoy the rain, and the housekeeper had not seen it.

The butler came over again and again and asked:

"Lord Wang, why haven't you rested yet?"

The teeth in King Rong's mouth clenched, and he was annoyed in his heart, but his voice was still warm:

"I haven't seen rain for more than half a month, and today it suddenly rained heavily, and this king breathes the air under the night."

The housekeeper was stunned, as if he was listening to King Rong's words very seriously, and he entered King Rong's mansion and followed King Rong's side, and he hadn't heard anyone say that King Rong had such a hobby, and more importantly, the housekeeper had never seen King Rong have such idleness.

The housekeeper suddenly remembered the recent rumors, it seems that the prince is coming back, could it be that the master heard that the prince is coming back, and he can't sleep at night when he is happy!

The housekeeper nodded, yes, he heard that Prince Ji was very close to the prince when he was young, and for some reason, when the prince came back last time, he saw that Prince Ji was nothing special to the prince.

The housekeeper collected his thoughts and said with a smile:

"What the prince said is that it is spring now, and the air is cool." The housekeeper rubbed his arm and said sincerely:

"Lord, the air in the daytime is good, the scenery in the palace is good, why don't you rest first, the scenery will be better after the rain tomorrow."

King Rong smiled when he heard that the scenery after the rain was better, and the housekeeper was right, the scenery would be better after the rain, so he waited for tomorrow's news.

After the butler retreated, King Rong pondered for a moment, his eyes were deep and bright, and he looked very energetic, and slowly returned to bed, and after a quarter of an hour, there was one more person in King Rong's room.

The person who came was a middle-aged man, dressed in black clothes, the weather-beaten face on the uncovered face, miserable and white, two deep-set eyes staring at the ground, kneeling down as he spoke:

"Master, it failed, all our people are dead, and tomorrow at the latest, the prince will be able to return to Fengdu."

King Rong had just put down his heart after waiting all night, and he had put it up again, he had made so much effort to make him afraid of the death of his grandson, and now this person was still alive and well for the person he wanted to kill.

King Rong sat down from the bed, quietly stepped out of the bed, and sat on the chair in the room, his white middle coat in the moonlight, which was originally an elegant face, but his temperament was gloomy.

King Rong fumbled and poured a cup of tea on the table: "Why did you fail, there are so many of you, hasn't he always been with anyone?" ”

The person who came thought about it for a long time before he said:

"Lord, our people died before they even approached the prince's side, there are not many people around the prince, but they are all masters, and our people don't even have the ability to fight back."

Hundreds of elites, only he is the only one left, he is back now, and there is no hope of living, and the prince will not let him go.

When he came back alive, he didn't know if others noticed him, he followed Prince Ji from a distance, and he also saw the people who were killed, most of them bled to death.

He wanted to come back, maybe just to let him come back and report the failure of the prince's mission.

King Rong listened to what had been said, and imagined that the people he had planted had died in this way.

That's the kind of person he's spent years training with.

The wide-eyed eyes of King Rong's face stained by the years were deeply buried with anger that could not be let go, as if there was a streamer flashing, and the streamer was circulating, and it seemed that the words of the person did not bring him emotions.

King Rong thought that things had come to this point, and controlled himself not to kill the person in front of him immediately:

"Did anyone follow you when you came back, did you take those people back?"

The person who came knelt on the ground and turned around, his mouth moved but he didn't make a sound, King Rong nodded, his heavy eyes relieved.

"You send them this food, and it won't be long before they'll be back."

King Rong spoke like a child to the people who had lost their lives, and his voice was innocently funny.

The man who came began to tremble in his heart, and he could not refute the words of the prince:

"Lord Wang, it's getting late now, can my subordinates change their clothes and then go to deliver food, that adult likes to be clean, I'm dirty, and my subordinates are worried that they will collide with adults."

The man pointed to the clothes on his body, which were all wet, and there was a large pool of water where he knelt.

King Rong shook his head, sighed and said coldly: "Don't be so troublesome, you can go now, so as not to waste time to wash." ”

The person who came was wet, turned around respectfully, and left the room calmly, and after walking out, in addition to the rain, there was a cold sweat on his back.

Those people were his brothers, and when they died, they would not rest in peace, and even their bodies that had lost their breath would be used again.

The face of the man in black became paler and paler, in addition to not wanting to send those bodies over, there was another reason, maybe once he entered, he would never be able to get out again.

The prince didn't do it himself, but he just wanted to become the food of those things by the way when he gave food to those things.

He failed to assassinate the prince, the prince is not a generous person, and the more he doesn't say it, the more he will die.

Whether he will send it or not, the man in black shook his head bitterly, he has no choice.