In the past few days, God seems to have been greatly wronged, and the continuous drizzle for several days has filled the entire capital in a thick fog. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

At night, the clouds were thick and the rain never stopped.

The old house was silent, and although it was already night, there was no light on anywhere, and it was dark and a little cold.

Yuan Xiangjie leaned quietly under the old tree, he sat on the ground, his face slightly upward, and the slightest raindrops fell on his face through the branches of the old tree.

"Whew." Yuan Xiangjie didn't know what to do now, he had been trapped in the capital for more than a month, which made him regret it somewhat.

Maybe it's a bit of a rush.

Even if Zhao Mu really died under the sword, it might not be as beneficial as imagined.

Yuan Xiangjie took out his sword, took out Sijuan and wiped it gently. He looked at the night sky, some bright but more bleak spring rain.

In a little more than a month, the iron cavalry of the Jin Kingdom will go south, and he is still trapped in the capital of the Zhou State.

He remembered his father, the emperor, who always loved to be unpredictable among several princes, this time the southern expedition of the Jin Kingdom, Yuan Xiangjie thought that this was the last chance to the throne, and it was also the best opportunity.

Yuan Xiangjie didn't want to miss it, so he regretted the assassination.

The rain was still falling, and the clattering clatter of the tiles muffled the sound that should not have been in the darkness.

Tonight, something is different.

Yuan Xiangjie raised his head, his head was the branches of an old tree, and he couldn't see the sky. He tilted his head slightly, and the old house was quiet, except for the sound of raindrops.

He didn't wake up the sleeping Yuan Hao, and Yuan Xiangjie stood up quietly. Leaning on the thick tree pole, his eyes were hidden by raindrops, and a cold light flickered.

It is Yuan Xiangjie's sword, and it is also a sword soldier hidden in the dark.

"Is it finally here?" Yuan Xiangjie muttered, his gaze was deep, but he was not afraid.

During this period of time, it is not that the people of Zhou have not come to this old mansion, but Yuan Xiangjie and Yuan Hao are hiding very deeply, and they always pass by the crisis.

A sword pierced the spring rain and came coldly. The cold light is revealed from the darkness, and the rain cannot hide the coldness in it.

Yuan Xiangjie took out the sword first, he always had a bad feeling in his heart, he was not sure if there was anyone in the dark.

He just wanted to see, so he tried his sword.

As for whether it can be stabbed, that's a later story.

"Ding."

There was a screeching sound of swords and soldiers in the darkness, and Yuan Xiangjie retreated, his sword standing quietly under the old tree in front of him.

"Come out." Yuan Xiangjie looked around in the darkness. He held the sword in his hand, and his heart was a little dazed.

The old house was still quiet, and the silence was scary.

In addition to the sound of rain falling on the earth, except for Yuan Xiangjie's wheezing from time to time.

There is a luxurious carriage outside the gate, and if you look at the appearance, you can know that it is a person with a head and a face in the capital. It stood there silently, like a cold dead silence in the rain, eating away at the killing machine in the darkness.

The carriage was lit with a lamp, and on the couch sat a young man with a book in his hand and looking at it carefully.

From time to time, he raised his head and lifted the curtain to look out. I don't know if it's because of the rain, but the young man is a little impatient.

He opened his mouth and asked the people waiting quietly, "How long will you have to wait?" ”

The man on the outside was straight, with a long sword tied around his waist. His face was very cold, and the rain soaked his clothes, and the solemnity of the armor could be faintly seen.

"Your Highness, half an hour."

The person sitting in the carriage was Zhao Mu.

He listened quietly for a while, and found that he could hear nothing but the sound of rain.

"It's not a good day." Zhao Mu was a little angry.

Then he lowered the curtain and stopped making a sound, but kept flipping through the book, showing his inner anxiety.

I don't know if my father's men will be able to catch that man. Zhao Mu sat there thinking nonsense, and after a while, he felt that he was thinking too much.

He lifted the curtain again, thinking about something.

The sound of rain, under the old tree, Yuan Xiangjie, drew his sword and looked around, his heart was at a loss.

In the darkness, it seemed that someone was laughing again, and there was always a strange cold light around Yuan Xiangjie.

"Ding."

It's still swords, it's still the same harsh.

Yuan Xiangjie frowned, his sword was out of its scabbard, but he could never find an enemy, which made him a little annoyed.

The other party was an Assassin, a true Assassin, who had always hidden his fangs in the dark.

He was waiting, waiting for Yuan Xiangjie's mind to relax, wanting to tear his neck in one bite.

Yuan Xiangjie only had rain in front of him, a continuous rain.

The rain tonight is really annoying!

However, it is really suitable for killing, because there is often an endless amount of killing intent hidden in the rain.

Yuan Xiangjie couldn't think of a way, he could only use the stupidest way, stabbing with a sword. He felt that he would stab the assassin wherever he was, and he didn't care if he could be stabbed or not, he just wanted to find out where the assassin was hiding.

When the assassin appeared, it was naturally not so palpitating.

Yuan Xiangjie would pause quietly for a moment with each sword he stabbed, and he felt that he was getting closer and closer to the assassin, because the sound of light breathing was blurred in the rain.

The assassin is changing his position, and since he is moving, there will naturally be the sound of breathing, and there will be a killing opportunity to step on the rain and dew.

Yuan Xiangjie stabbed out with another sword, and someone finally spoke out in the dark, "Your method is so stupid." Listening to the tone, it didn't seem like he was laughing at Yuan Xiangjie, but he appreciated this stupid method very much.

This is an indifferent middle-aged man, his face is very pale, because the white clothes he wears also look dazzling in the dark.

"Eunuch?" Yuan Xiangjie was stunned, and he looked at him quietly.

The middle-aged man has no beard, and his eyes are very gloomy, like a pool of stagnant water, ready to pierce Yuan Xiangjie.

Eunuchs don't like to be called eunuchs.

The middle-aged man's expression was cold, and the sword in his hand was thin, much like a thorn.

"You want to escape?"

"You're going to let me escape?" Yuan Xiangjie's expression was slightly different, and he felt that he had asked a little redundant. He paused and continued, "You can't stop me from escaping. ”

Obviously, Yuan Xiangjie is very confident in his ability to escape, his gaze is never flustered, he just finds it funny.

There is really no one in the Zhou Kingdom, and even the assassins are eunuchs. Thinking of this, he smiled brightly.

He hated eunuchs very much, so his gaze was a little disgusted.

"Are you going to leave your companions behind?" The middle-aged eunuch pointed behind him and looked past him to the old tree.

Yuan Xiangjie knew that he was referring to Yuan Hao, he thought about it seriously and said, "If I can survive, I will abandon him." ”