- A black steed with a shiny mane flies through the streets of Kyoto in the afternoon, and Mo Ye, who is being ridden by a horse like a stack of goods, feels her stomach churning. In front of her, there was no open and rich streetscape, only a street that swept back quickly and became blurred, and because of the short distance, it quickly began to attract dizziness.

Mo Ye simply closed her eyes, but she did not relax her mind because of this, but replaced her eyes with her ears, always paying attention to the subtle changes in the surrounding environment under the influence of speed.

When the black horse first started to gallop, Mo Ye still had a thought in his heart: in the current environment of such frequent patrols by the Kyoto city guards, and relying on the limited horse order, anyone who rode the horse so wildly would not be able to run far in the inner city of Kyoto, and would be intercepted.

However, when the black horse carried her down the street, she realized another problem. The lord of this dark horse had already calculated a certain amount before today's incident, and since he dared to rush the road, it was very likely that he had planned in advance which part of the road to take, and only a fool would delusionally want to provoke the entire Kyoto garrison with the power of one person.

Giving up this way out, for a moment, Mo Ye regretted that after investigating the origin of this horse to no avail, he should have listened to Wu Shu's advice and let him dispose of this horse. No matter what kind of precious breed this horse is, it is rare in the world, if it is a scourge for her to keep it, then it is not as valuable as slaughtering the meat for silver.

However, calm down and think about it, more than a month ago, she couldn't move the idea of slaughtering the horse, mainly because she felt that the owner of the horse had saved her once on the Misty Mountain, and she was a little curious. At that time, she also thought that Tongguòma came to find that person, maybe there was another reason for the Xiahe County Guard.

Now she has fully understood that this person is not wronged, but a professional killer, he does not kill indiscriminately, and even seems to have the act of saving people on the surface, which is actually a way for him to do business. Approximately whose head is worth it. He will set out to reap, and he will not do useless work otherwise.

For this person, in fact, she met it a month ago. However, it is somewhat strange that the first person to be wary of this person was not her, but Shi Yi, who was with her at that time.

If you think about it, my three years in Kyoto have been extremely cautious and low-key, but now it seems that some things are still not meticulous enough, and I have not been able to leave more time for myself.

If you know that you can find the owner with a horse, you should be careful, maybe the owner of the horse can follow the whereabouts of the horse to find the door by himself. But. It's also strange that the things I've encountered recently have been too complicated, and I'm careless when I'm busy. If you need to put so many precautions in your mind to get by, it's too hard. The emperor who has a lot of opportunities also has a time to take a breath and rest, and he only blames himself for wanting to take a breath, but he is targeted by someone with a heart.

This staring. It's just a month, and it's late to start now, even if I started to guard against him when I met him on Xingshan Road a month ago, I'm afraid that I can't avoid falling into a trap if I delay so far.

It's just that I don't know who this main messenger who is hiding behind the scenes and has been calculating himself as early as a month ago will be? In the three years I have been in Kyoto, I have lived a good life. Who hates himself so much that he hates to buy murder?

Maybe this matter is still related to the old feud, and it has something to do with his own life experience that has been foggy so far. Or, it is more accurate to call it fate, sooner or later you will encounter a life hurdle, if you can jump over, the future life may open a new path. But if you can't jump. It's likely that I'm going to 'rest' today.

Thinking of the thought of 'fate stopped', another thought suddenly popped up in Mo Ye's heart.

If the main owner of this dark horse came to cut off his head, then he had many opportunities to do it in the Song Mansion just now. It's easier to escape with a dead man's head than it is to walk with a living person. But he didn't. With his hand sealing the acupoint, if instead of the flying finger came a thin needle quenching poison, he could easily take her life, but instead of doing so, he chose an escape route that was several times riskier.

Maybe things are turning around?

As soon as Mo Ye thought of this, she felt that the pace of the black horse carrying her slowed down. When she opened her eyes, she saw a vast expanse of blue color. It's not a green field, but the blue color of the inner city of Kyoto, and only the unnamed lake in the southern city that seems to have little life.

Even the general poor people of Kyoto do not want to use such a discolored lake water - even if there is an ignorant child who drank the blue water, it only caused diarrhea, and there was no poisoning reaction that was too harsh.

However, it has long been confirmed that this lake and the bamboo forest around it are the foundation of a swamp. Nowadays, there are bamboo roots and vines that have grown for several years under the bamboo forest, which is relatively stable, but under this blue lake, there is still a foundation full of mud traps, and whoever falls down is very likely to die. Therefore, although the lake water is not highly poisonous, the surrounding residents still regard it as a highly poisonous beast, and even naughty children rarely come to play in this vicinity.

This young man, the lord of the dark horse, who is very likely to be a professional killer, robbed himself to come here, is he ready to do it, or what?

Mo Ye was thinking about this in her heart, and she suddenly felt that the black horse stopped, and a piece of clothing behind her was grabbed by someone, and then her body suddenly became light, and she was thrown off the horse.

Although Mo Ye was sealed by that person in a few valve holes, it may also be due to the changes caused by the bumps on the road, the person's sealing method left a 'small door', and Mo Ye can also master some of his basic mobility abilities, such as holding on to the saddle to prevent falling and the like. But no matter how agile the escape moves or attack skills are, they won't work.

Therefore, at the moment when he was 'ruthlessly' thrown off the horse by the horse rider, Mo Ye highly condensed his spirit, but he was still a little out of touch with his hands and feet as if he was paralyzed. She arched her body slightly as much as she could, and her hands and feet stretched forward, but she only barely slowed down the strength of her impact on the ground, and at most she could only make herself fall too badly.

If the valve hole is not closed, she can jump down from a higher place, and she can also aim at the angle, and her body will flip a few times like a rabbit, and most of the crash force will be removed.

Now it can't be done.

The bones of his body fell apart, and the general sharp pain spread throughout his body, and Mo Ye snorted and frowned. However, although her body was suffering, her spirit did not dare to relax in the slightest. Gritting her teeth, she slowly got up from the ground, and she looked at the black horse for the first time.

The young man was still sitting on horseback, his face calm, neither angry nor happy. He was looking at her, too.

Mo Ye stared at the man for a moment, although she was not sure if the face of that person was wearing a human skin mask that could change the person's appearance and achieve the effect of being fake and real, but she still firmly imprinted the outline of the person's face deeply into her memory.

Even if it's the appearance of a mask. Also keep in mind your disguise.

Then, the corners of her eyes moved slightly, and she raised a warm smile, and said, "I'm a little curious, why didn't you throw me into the lake." ”

The young man on horseback didn't speak, but just picked the corners of his mouth, wondering if it was a smile or not.

……

After a quick glance around, Wang Chi's eyes gradually recovered, and he quickly noticed the person in the shadow guard's arms a few steps away, and recognized him as Ah Ping, one of Ruan Luo's two attendants. Looking at Ah Ping's bloodstained back. He seemed to understand something, and without asking, he directly gave an order to the shadow guard: "Meritorious and righteous people, go straight to the Taiyi Bureau for treatment!" ”

The shadow guard received the order and walked towards the palace with Ah Ping in his arms.

Wang Chi then shot his gaze to the seven guards who were standing farther away. He knew that these seven people were all elites cultivated by Li Gai, and the ruins on the stone floor that were turned into two piles were their vigorous works.

Looking up, he glanced at the "Yuwu Pavilion" that had been burned out and the second-story attic had been completely burned down, and pondered the direction roughly, then raised his hand and stretched out a finger, pointed to the abandoned building and said in a deep voice: "Dig up!" ”

Seeing this, Li Gai suddenly thought of something, and doubted: "Is it thirteen or fourteen?" ”

"They also fell down suddenly." Wang Chi withdrew his gaze from the ruins as he turned his head to look at Li Gai. There was a clear question in his eyes, "Can you feel what happened to me just now?" ”

Li Gai's lips moved slightly, but he didn't answer immediately, he just glanced at the "Yuwu Pavilion" whose roof had been burned through, and said to Wang Chijian: "This house is about to fall apart. Let's stand aside. ”

The king shook his head and was helped out of the ruins.

Since Li Gai has arrived here, and the guards in the Hengtai Pavilion block have not arrived, it is really a big problem. When Wang Chi left the pile of ruins and walked out from behind the "screen" composed of ten shields. He saw more than 200 people from the guards of the Forbidden Palace, as well as about 500 people from the Hengtai Pavilion block.

There is one official in charge of this block, Bian Shuhe, who is also the attendant of the Ministry of Rites, but for today's matter, whether he came here or not can almost ignore the role he plays.

Why are there so many assassins hidden on the second floor of the teahouse in the block? When did these assassins cut so many holes in the attic wooden floor and no one noticed? Are the neighborhood guards all blind or dead, and the houses are starting to burn, and no one has come to take a look?

When his gaze swept over Bian Shuhe's face that was trembling inch by inch because of excessive shock, Wang Chi did not say anything on his face, but he smiled coldly in his heart: Those who should take some responsibility for today's affairs should be the other two officials in charge of the Hengtai Pavilion block, a soldier of the Ministry of War and a waiter of the Ministry of Works, but they did not see their figures at this time.

Wang Chi's gaze finally fell on the face of a fifty-year-old silk shirt merchant beside Bian Shuhe, who was invited into a tent with embroidered red edges and golden tassels hanging from the Hengtai Pavilion neighborhood who had been temporarily erected.

The round chair with amphorae has been covered with soft brocade cushions, and a small table is placed next to the chair, which is just an ordinary pine planing, and there are no carved beasts on the table, and the style of this wood is unusually simple. However, in this chaotic environment at this time, there is actually a pot of hot tea brewed on this table.

With this speed of making tea, why didn't you see the speed of firefighting just now?

After Wang Chi sat down on the chair, Li Gai did not continue to accompany him, but stepped out of the tent, beckoned his ten shield guards to withdraw from the screen array, and divided four to stand by near the tent, and the other six went to the side of the short knife guards who were continuing to dig through the ruins to save the two guards.

The walls on the first floor of the teahouse were burned to the point of falling apart by the flames inside, and the stone brick walls were so hot that they could barely be touched directly. The six shield guards took a step ahead of the short sword guards, used their shields as a base, and shoved them against the hot wall.

Since this tea house has been burned down and there is no way to save this loss, it is better to let it collapse as soon as possible within the scope of control, so as not to cause secondary injuries when it is unprepared.

Just as Li Gai's subordinates began to demolish the house, Wang Chi sat on a comfortable round-backed chair under the tent. Although he did feel dry at this point, he didn't have the hot tea at his fingertips.

He was eager to hear about the fire in the building in the neighborhood, but the guards had not been able to rush to the rescue. How the officer in charge of the assignment of the guards in this neighborhood explains. But this official was not here at this time, so he didn't plan to ask the ceremonial waiter who was only good at the virtual face ceremony.

His eyes finally fell on the woman lying on the stone lawn opposite, and he knew very well in his heart that the woman was tied into a stake by some means,

But he wasn't going to interrogate her right here. After today's incident, he wanted to wipe his eyes and take a second look at the military department that he hadn't supervised for more than half a year. And although one of the three officials who supervised the affairs of the Hengtai Pavilion neighborhood came at this time, he was suspicious of this person.

Although Bian Shuhe has ordinary political achievements, he is only in charge of some ceremonial orders, but he is in charge of the temple sacrifices, and he is in charge of the national ceremonies. He is in charge of the diplomatic ceremony, he is in charge of the army's sacrificial wine, and he is in charge of the people's autumn harvest and worship the sky...... He seems to be in charge of a lot of things, so he often has to deal with officials from various ministries, and no one can know which officials he has a deep relationship with. No one had a strong reason to say that his dealings with the officials of that ministry were for personal gain.

Wang Chi remembered that many years ago, the woman who didn't like to coil her hairpins, only liked to loosen her hair cut to a shoulder-length length, and liked all kinds of snacks, but she didn't eat too much, once said with a hint of disdain: "An official who does not aim to cultivate into an officialdom is not worthy of being an official of the Ministry of Rites." ”

At that time, he also specially asked his beloved woman: What kind of fairy fruit are fritters, which seem to grow for a long time. It seems that the older the better?

So, he had the opportunity to taste a food fried by his beloved woman: fried dough sticks. And through this experience, he knew that the kind of process dù that wants to fry raw fritters to be scorched and old, but not paste, is a test of people's cooking skills.

Moreover. Old fritters are a kind of food that is not delicious, but it is a pity to lose it.

And a person like Bian Shuhe, although he can't do any practical things for himself, there are few such people in the officialdom. Lubricate the diaphragm, liaise and cooperate, and organize the situation. This kind of person needs to come forward. Their faces are old enough, they are kind to everyone, and they are patient in everything.

-- Sometimes you ask him a question, and he doesn't know anything, and some things come to him, and in the end he can't do it, and the time is wasted.

For the chief guard of the forbidden palace, Shangguan Ying, Wang Chi pardoned him on the spot. When he left the palace in the afternoon, he took the initiative to hide it from the internal security team, which of course Yu Shangguan Ying was not responsible for.

On the other hand, Shangguan Ying's actions today, he learned the news quite quickly, and knew that he was called Li Gai, which would make his right to walk in the Hengtai Pavilion block much smoother. Maybe this will reflect that he will be a little cowardly in the face of big things, but just asking him to be in charge of the guard duties of that part of the palace, and not asking him to order hundreds of thousands of soldiers to go to war, it is enough to have his current mind.

Of course, Bian Shuhe, the waiter of the Ministry of Rites, said a bunch of words of pleading, Wang Chi was not in the mood to seriously discuss today's matter with him, and after a few perfunctory words, the only one that was implemented was to ask him to go to the household department to allocate money for the repair of the damaged "Yuwu Pavilion". Whoever let the other two chief officials not be there at this time, of course, he will do the errands.

Thinking that he had to deal with the group of "iron roosters" in the household department again, Bian Shuhe's mood was a little depressed, but of course he couldn't show it in the slightest. Today, His Majesty suffered such a slight insult, which damaged the emperor's prestige, and he actually did not get angry, which was already a great forgiveness for those present.

Wang Chi finally summoned the silk merchant who was about fifty years old to him, and gave a few careful instructions, all of which were trivial matters, and the merchant listened very carefully, and could not help but feel a little hot at the end. The buildings in the Hengtai Pavilion block were damaged, but His Majesty did not let the merchants pay the money, and the funds for the reconstruction were allocated from the state treasury.

In fact, although this museum area is only an agent for this businessman, he can't get anything from the operating income, but if anyone has this relationship, the industrial chain activities arranged outside the museum will be much smoother.

This is a glamorous hat, and the brilliance it exudes is still considered a profit, which is the face economy. So in the end, he runs the business in this neighborhood, and even if His Majesty doesn't give him a fortune, he still earns a lot of money, and he earns quite a lot.

With this earning, even if His Majesty wants him to pay out of his own pocket at this time. But just rebuilding a small two-story tea house, what kind of big deal is this?

Wang Chi seemed to see a certain enthusiasm in the merchant's eyes, but without waiting for the merchant to take the initiative to ask for instructions, he said gently: "The Hengtai Pavilion block was originally a dynasty industry. Since every benefit it produces is given to the people, now that it has a loss, it is only natural that it should be repaired and used by the people with money from the treasury. ”

Hearing Wang Chi say this, the old merchant in silk clothes thought about it for a while in his heart, and finally opened his mouth to ask for instructions: "Then, the food needs in the repair process will be fully borne by the little old man." ”

"What does this have to do with you?" Wang Chi didn't want to throw even this little bit of burden to the merchant, and Zhengse said: "The old merchant runs this museum area. After a few years of hard work, although it was voluntary, the dynasty has never allocated you a penny for this matter in the past few years, how can you ask you to hurt your money for the normal wear and tear of the museum area? ”

Having said this, Wang Chi raised his hand slightly. Summoned the old merchant in silk clothes closer, and then said in a slightly lower voice: "If this rule is broken, if there is anything in the future, it is inevitable that someone will make up a reason to report it, but it is asking you merchants to pay money." In the long run, who will dare and who will be willing to take on this burden for me? What's more, it's just a small teahouse. The treasury is not so weak. ”

When the old merchant heard this, his shoulders shook slightly, and he quickly nodded in response, not daring to say anything more.

After some instructions with the three officials and the three officials in charge of today's affairs, Li Gai had already rescued the two guards. The thirteenth and fourteenth guards were trained and cultivated by Li Gai before they were selected as palace guards. At this time, they were seriously injured and were immediately sent to the Commander's Mansion by Li Gai for treatment.

The water convoy prepared by the guards in the yamen of the Hengtai Pavilion block has also arrived, and the open flames inside and outside the teahouse are quickly extinguished, but the walls of the house have become more fragile under the sudden cold. The last remnant of the wall also collapsed completely.

After the masonry cooled down a bit, fifty guards from the Hengtai Pavilion block were assigned to participate in the cleanup of the building debris. It was the height of spring, and although the Assassins had committed unforgivable sins, their bodies had to be cleared and buried in the earth to avoid the danger of disease.

In addition, Li Gai plans to clean up all these corpses and transport them back to the Commander's Mansion for a closer examination, and may be able to find some clues from the corpses that can be used to solve this assassination case.

When the thirteenth and fourteenth were pulled out of the rubble by the guards, although they were dying, they were still alive. Kyoto Prefecture has excellent medicinal herbs, and there are plenty of doctors, so even if a bone is broken, it will be healed.

Although Ah Tong was not injured, only a layer of skin was burned off by his hands when he rummaged through the rubble just now, but he was also sent to the Commander's Mansion by his close servants along with the two seriously injured guards. Li Gai will remember the credit of this person, and at the same time, when he goes back later, he will also ask this person about something.

As for Ruan Luo, who had fallen into a deep coma and was about to lose his human appearance, Li Gai frowned when he arranged for someone to send the three attendants for treatment, and finally ordered Ruan Luo to be sent to Yiyeju.

The matter at hand was temporarily over, and Li Gai returned to the tent and stood beside Wang Chi.

All of the Assassins were either shot dead in the scuffle or buried alive in the subsequent fire that later collapsed in the teahouse, and their last breath of life was extinguished by the scorching firework - the only one alive among them was the woman lying on the ground in front of the tent, bound like a cocoon by dozens of tiny silk threads.

Do you drag her to the yamen of the Criminal Department for trial, or do you pull her to the execution room in the Commander's Mansion to be tortured, or do you ...... here?

Li Gai glanced down at Wang Chi and did not speak.

Wang Chi lowered his eyelids slightly, as if he was resting, but there was only a pair of tables and chairs under the tent, which was too simple and really not a good place to rest. In addition to the unfavorable environment, the brocade dress he was wearing was also dotted with charcoal and stains, and the appearance of him sitting in the line of sight of hundreds of pairs of eyes was really a mistake in the identity of the emperor.

But he didn't speak, and Li Gai, who was standing beside him, didn't ask much, let alone urge him to return to the palace. Li Gai didn't speak, and none of the others present dared to say more than half a word.

The waiter of the Ministry of Rites saw that His Majesty's splendid civilian clothes were stained with charcoal in many places, and he had a pimple in his heart.

He is a relict of the previous dynasty, and has 15 years of experience in the previous dynasty, which is two years more senior than in the new dynasty. He clearly remembered that although the last emperor of the previous dynasty did not make any achievements in political achievements, he was concerned about caring for his honorable wings. But it is much more delicate than the emperor of the new dynasty who is sitting in front of him now.

If it was the emperor of the previous dynasty who was facing today's incident, not to mention how much anger he would inevitably receive when he arrived, it was very likely that he would have to be punished and punished, just that the emperor of the previous dynasty would wait for his anger to subside a little. We must make a big move to cleanse our bodies, summon hundreds of palace people, and bathe in incense for ten days and a half months, and then strike for a few days...... What is like the current ......

The waiter of the Ministry of Rites thought silently in his heart while hesitating, not knowing whether he should be reminded at this time when His Majesty seemed to be meditating.

After today's incident, His Majesty has not been angry or angry with his subordinates, but according to the experience gained by Bian Shuhe, the servant of the Ministry of Rites, who has been observing words and expressions in the court and in the yamen for many years, he only feels that His Majesty can still restrain his mood from getting angry for something, which does not mean that His Majesty has no anger in his heart.

Bian Shuhe really wanted to do something to maintain His Majesty's dignity and demeanor. But he was really worried, afraid that he would happen to hit the right mouth of the angry eruption.

As for Shangguan Ying, the chief guard of the Forbidden Palace, he pleaded with His Majesty just now, and was quickly pardoned by His Majesty, so he should be more relaxed at this time. But look at the expression on his face at this time, standing straight like a lance behind the side of the round-backed chair. Apparently he couldn't get it easy.

Even if His Majesty pardoned him verbally, and so many people present heard it, and with his behavior and character observed by His Majesty for several years, he would never go over old accounts afterwards, but for him, the guilt of dereliction of duty still existed. And His Majesty did not change the brocade clothes that had been stained by phlegm because of his dereliction of duty, and the sense of guilt in his heart did not stop accumulating inch by inch.

Should we speak out?

Shangguan Ying's mind also came to a crossroads. But his hesitation was slightly weaker than that of Bian Shuhe, because he hoped to share his Majesty's worries, and he was a little more loyal to the Lord than Bian Shuhe.

But today, he didn't have time to say the loyalty that he had finally decided on after thinking about it for a long time.

Because His Majesty spoke first.

Wang Chi, who lowered his eyes slightly, as if he was resting and recuperating, and as if he was contemplating something, raised his eyelids slightly. Qi lip said two words: "Go back to the palace." He pronounced the words very low, as if he was sighing as he spoke.

Li Gai understood, just as he helped him out of the ruins just now, and Ping Ping stretched out a hand, holding a thin layer of undetectable Yingying air in his palm.

Wang Chi glanced sideways. Then he stretched out a palm and covered it flat. With this strength, he rose from his round-backed chair.

As soon as he stood up, all around him, whether they were officers or soldiers, knelt down on one knee and bowed.

And when he was about to step out of the big tent, his front feet had just picked up, and before he could fall, there was a sound of "booming" neat steps on the street not far away. When everyone heard this, they saw a large group of foot soldiers running forward.

Shangguan Ying, the chief of the guards of the forbidden palace, saw this battle at first glance, and only thought that someone from the military department was coming, but after calming down and taking a few more looks, he recognized the figure of Yin Jiang Can of Kyoto Prefecture from the front of the infantry phalanx.

Jiang Can rushed here, but he didn't ride a horse all the way. He is not a person who practices martial arts, his body is limited, and he came to this last stretch of the road roughly by relying on the two lieutenants on the left and right to carry both shoulders, and he dragged and dragged all the way. Of course, it's not that he didn't want to come, so he was dragged hard, he really couldn't run.

When he was still a hundred steps away from the large army tent that had been temporarily erected in front of the ruins, he only saw the corner of the tent in the corner of the Kyoto Prefecture, Yin Jiangcan, who already had an idea in his heart, and His Majesty was definitely in that tent.

And when he was close to the big tent fifty paces away, Jiang Can's line of sight was finally enough to see the people under the tent clearly, and once again determined the position where His Majesty was standing, his face was full of complex expressions of self-blame and fear. At this moment, he deeply realized what a test of shame it was to show such a variety of expressions on his face after running for several miles on foot, and in a physical state that was about to die.

He couldn't see his face at this time, so he experienced a new feeling while ignoring a more important thing.

-- In such extreme circumstances, it is impossible for a person to put on these expressions perfectly, unless these feelings are really from the heart.

When he was still about ten steps away from the two people standing in the center of the officers and soldiers kneeling under the big tent, Yin Jiang Can of Kyoto Prefecture finally gritted his teeth secretly, shook off the two lieutenants who were running together with his left and right arms, and bent his knees weakly. He knelt down towards the tent.

Of course, the two lieutenant generals knew what Master Jiang meant by shaking his hand, and while they hurriedly let go, they did not continue to run forward, and knelt down on the spot.

"Plop" knelt down in front of His Majesty. Jiang Can, the governor of Kyoto Prefecture, couldn't stop crying, salivating and snotting - in fact, he ran too fiercely along the way, which provoked him - after whimpering a few times, Jiang Can's voice was broken and he hoarsely exclaimed: "Your Majesty, the sinner is too late to save the car, although the sinner is unforgivable......

Wang Chi had just been buried in the rubble for a while, and at this moment, the inexplicable internal injuries that erupted in his chest and abdomen began to faintly haunt him again, prompting him to feel a little weak. Just as the waiter of the Ministry of Rites thought in his heart, although Wang Chi was not angry at this time, his mood was indeed not much better.

He looked at the chief executive of the imperial capital who was kneeling in front of him. The man seemed to be gasping for tears and lungs to vomit, but when he looked at the expression on this person's face, he suddenly felt a little bored in his heart.

But this trace of personal affection was quickly suppressed in his heart. He didn't want to have too much trouble with this Lord Yin at this moment, in this place. Including venting one's own negative feelings.

Because he was restraining his feelings, as soon as Wang Chifu spoke, his voice still revealed a hint of coldness: "Forgive whose sins, can a person say it?" ”

When Jiang Can heard this, his shoulders shook slightly.

Nanzhao was a dynasty with strict laws, but ...... Some of His Majesty's henchmen and officials have also done things like cutting first and then playing!

Jiang Can was cautious about saying anything more, but Wang Chi was too lazy to talk nonsense. only waved his hand slightly: "Let's all be flat!" ”

"Xie Majesty xià......" Jiang Can hesitated slightly, and finally stood up straight. And until this time, he still had not gasped for breath in his chest, and he really wanted to breathe a sigh at this time, but after a quick glance raising, he dispelled this thought.

Ignore the Kyoto Prefecture Yin for the time being, what kind of rhetoric he has prepared for this time. Without giving any more instructions, Wang Chi continued to walk outside the big tent. Behind him, hundreds of officers and soldiers "huhulala" got up one after another.

Dozens of guards trained by Li Gai personally gathered around the emperor at a distance of ten paces, two hundred guards of the forbidden palace, and hundreds of soldiers who were later brought by the Yin of Kyoto Prefecture. was followed by Shangguan Ying. The hundreds of guards in the Hengtai Pavilion block were at the end, and they had no right to set foot in the forbidden area of the palace, and at most they had to stop escorting the emperor out of this block.

Kyoto Prefecture Yin Jiang Can followed behind the emperor with a somewhat stunned look in his eyes, he was a little incomprehensible, no one called a chariot for His Majesty just now? What the hell just happened? Jiang Can was a little suspicious of the news he had heard from his subordinates about the emperor's assassination in the Hengtai Pavilion neighborhood.

And just when the word "chariot" appeared in Jiang Can's mind, hundreds of steps away from the street, a large group of people came.

In this group, there were not only foot soldiers, but also infantry, cavalry, shieldmen, and crossbowmen, but the most conspicuous among this group was the eight-horse six-wheeled chariot covered with golden brocade curtains...... It's empty!

Jiang Can's heart was slightly relieved, just waiting for His Majesty to get into the chariot, he didn't have to follow so closely, or he didn't have to bear the pressure on his heart all the way to the palace on foot, and he could withdraw halfway.

Compared with Jiang Can's focus when he saw the Imperial Brigade, Wang Chi saw the group of people rushing towards him, and he saw a young man at the front of the angry horse whipping at the first time.

The second prince Wang Hong!

Wang Hong's clothes were slightly messy, his face was a little pale, the hand holding the horse's reins was faintly protruding, and the hand holding the horsewhip was wrapped in thick white gauze, in order to hold the whip in his hand, the wound wrapped under the white gauze had cracked, and blood oozed out of the cloth.

It is always easy to feel warm to see the person closest to him after just experiencing a thrilling adventure, Wang Chi's heart softened slightly, and then he saw a dazzling color on the hand of the second son holding the whip.

His eyebrows twitched rapidly, vaguely distressed, and silently said: This stupid child.

The second prince, Wang Hong, saw his father walking with help immediately, and his heart was also tight. Before the horse could steady, he jumped down and ran to his father despite the numbing pain from the sharp impact of his ankle on the ground.