The fifth disease forcibly suppressed the idea of rioting and killing, twitched the corners of his mouth, and tried his best to squeeze out a smile and said: "Since you have a back hand, you don't need to add icing on the cake." That kid is already in our pockets......"

At this point, he was interrupted by Mi Zhongguan's words, "The icing on the cake? Fifth, don't put gold on your face, just your little catty, I'm afraid there will be no return. ”

Wang Hai laughed out loud on the side, but he didn't mean to mediate, just looked at the two old men who were more than 100 years old with great interest, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

The fifth disease was speechless for a while, a little deflated, but he didn't dare to speak rashly, you must know that this Mi Zhongguan, but he followed Li Ke to conquer the south and the north to fight, and he also tried his best to override the public opinion and support Li Cunmiao to take the throne during the civil strife in the Great Jin Dynasty.

It can be said that if there is no Mi Zhongguan, the lord of the Tang Kingdom may have changed hands now. At this moment, Mi Zhongguan was entrusted to come here, ostensibly to help, but in fact he was supervising the actions of the two, lest there be changes.

In this way, Li Cunmiao did not really trust the fifth disease, and even Wang Hai was weighing it.

The eastern capital of Luoyang, Ziwei Palace, Zhengying Palace.

Li Cunmiao was leaning on the soft cushion of the couch at this time, his eyes were slightly small, and he was excited. His clothes were ragged, and his breathing was a little short, as if he had just "struggled" before he could retreat.

On the other side of the couch there was a young woman with only a few wisps of shame, her eyebrows and eyes were pink, her face was delicate, her cheeks were flushed, and she was holding the couch and exhaling softly.

At this time, there was still a ray of sunset outside the Zhengying Hall that was desperately holding on to the last chance, trying to outline the last beauty of the day to the fullest, but it couldn't withstand the push of the night, so he could only leave angrily.

When the afterglow of the setting sun was replaced by night, the Zhengying Hall fell into darkness, only the wheezing sound of a man and a woman, alternating ups and downs, and the sound was endless.

Li Cunmiao finally opened his eyes, like a night leopard pounced in the dark, staring at the woman on the other side of the couch, without the intention of moving his eyes.

The woman seemed to feel the burning gaze of Li Cunmiao behind her, but she didn't look back, the corners of her mouth smiled, she leaned back and fell into Li Cunmiao's arms. Li Cunmiao nudged forward, caught the woman, leaned over and kissed her, and after a short period of suffocation, the woman's appearance became even more delicate.

It's just that there is no third person in this Zhengying Palace, and if he is seen by the attendant who holds the lamp, he will not be able to sigh at the woman's heavenly appearance.

Li Cunmiao raised his hand and gently drew circles on the woman's chest, the woman slowly closed her eyes and murmured softly, and the already calm gasp gradually became intense.

She knew in her heart that another storm was coming. And she, too, is ready.

But what was waiting for her was not Li Cunqing's fierce and hot lips, but a cold short blade. The short blade was held in the hand of the man who had been with her just a moment ago, and slowly slid down her throat.

The woman's delicate face quickly twisted due to the sudden pain, and she wanted to break free but was tightly controlled by Li Cunmiao, so she could only be at her mercy. The short-bladed blade slid through the woman's still hot skin, slowly gaining some warmth.

Just when the woman thought that she was going to die, Li Cunqiao pushed her forward, got up and strode to the hall, and began to dance an unknown dance.

The short blade was still stained with the woman's warm blood, Li Cunqiao put it to his mouth and stretched out his tongue to lick it, before he threw it away to the bed with great reluctance. The woman was already in the frightened fawn at this time, and when she saw the short blade flying, she hurriedly dodged, and for a while, the spring was discarded.

Li Cunmiao didn't see it, still dancing that dance, sometimes standing on tiptoe, sometimes raising his hands to dance, sometimes turning around and bowing his head, sometimes jumping high. Although there was no rhythm, he danced extremely smartly, as if someone was singing the old ballad in his ear, just for him.

Li Cunqiao jumped and jumped with more and more movements, and his movements became more and more changeable, and the woman on the couch was so fascinated that she forgot that the wound that the short blade slipped down just now was still bleeding.

After a short period of darkness, a ray of light shone in, enveloping Li Cunqiao alone, like the spirit in the forest, so enchanting, so not eating the fireworks of the world.

Finally, Li Cunmiao slowly stopped dancing, looked up at the naked woman on the bed, and smiled softly, "Is it okay for me to dance?" ”

The woman was slightly stunned when she heard this, and then said earnestly: "Unparalleled in the world." ”

Li Cunmiao hid his face and chuckled, not having the slightest appearance of the king of a country, but a little similar to the servant who sang the song. The woman just stared at him in a daze, but she didn't dare to criticize him for his words.

Li Cunmiao slowly walked back to the couch, picked up the dagger on the bed, and whispered, "You are not her after all?" ”

The woman was a little puzzled, but the next moment her eyes widened. Because the short blade in Li Cunqiao's hand has been deeply pierced into the woman's heart, the blade is at the end, and only the handle can be seen.

The woman lowered her head in disbelief, wanting to reach out and pull out the coldness that was not part of her body, but she was hugged by Li Cunmiao and trembled a few times inexplicably.

Li Cunqiao brushed away the woman's long scattered hair, leaned into his ear and whispered: "It's strange, you are too much like her, but she didn't choose me after all." ”

Li Cunmiao said and clenched the woman's neck, and pressed the two together, letting the handle of the knife against his chest, and did not back down.

The woman could only stiffly raise her hand to hug Li Cunmiao, trembling her lips, and asked with difficulty before her eyes gradually lost their luster, "Who is she?" ”

Hearing this, Li Cunmiao suddenly pushed the woman away, with a look of disdain, "You deserve to know?" ”

After speaking, he got up and strode to the front of the hall, let the night wind blow his scattered clothes and long hair, and said loudly to the sky: "Heavenly reincarnation, what I have lost will eventually be found in your son, I will definitely be." ”

The woman on the bed raised her hand to hold the short blade of her heart, and used her last strength to move off the bed with difficulty, and crawled towards Li Cunqiao. But in the end, she still couldn't get what she wanted, and she didn't know who the woman who made her die until she died.

Li Cunmiao looked up at the crescent moon, which had changed a little compared to the summer, but it was still not complete. I just looked at it, and I was fascinated. I don't know when, the chief eunuch Wang Itch stood beside him, his eyebrows lowered and his eyes were pleasing to his eyes, as if he wanted to speak and stopped.

Li Cunmiao retracted his gaze, tapped lightly with his left finger in the palm of his right hand, and did not look at Wang Itchy, but asked directly: "How is the matter going?" ”

"If there are no accidents, it can be done before dawn." Wang Yi didn't think about it and immediately replied. He knew the temper of Li Guozhu very well, if there were any false words at this time, then I am afraid that the next moment would be like that woman, and he would be killed on the spot.

"Let them be nimble with their hands and feet, and if they can't do it before dawn, then they will all be killed." Li Cunmiao's words were extremely plain, as sparse and ordinary as eating and drinking, and there were no ups and downs in his words.

Wang Itch's face was expressionless, and his heart was already turbulent, "The emperor's mental technique is really not something that ordinary people can guess." ”

After saluting and receiving the order, Wang Qi slowly walked out of the corridor of the Zhengying Hall and walked down the stairs, but he didn't dare to look back at the person who was high above. I am afraid that if I look back subconsciously, I will lose my life.

It's just that the more steady the footsteps, the more anxious the heart becomes.

However, it was said that Gu Xing and the others escaped after Lingling's shot, but they fell into the net laid by the eunuch in the palace named Mi Zhongguan. At this time, when the night had passed, the streets and alleys in Luoyang City were deserted, and even the forbidden army city defense did not see a single person.

Jia Hongdao opened the way ahead, and forced back three waves of killers who appeared out of thin air in a row, and his face was a little tired. Lin Craftsman Xin followed, equally worried, looking around vigilantly, ready for the fourth wave of ambushes.

Gu Xing and Ling Ling walked side by side, one of them had a lot of things on his mind, while the other looked indifferent. When the four of them walked through the workshop and were about to approach the river channel of Luoshui Inner City, two more people lined up on the left and right, holding knives to the ground, unable to see their expressions clearly.

After three interceptions, Jia Hongdao didn't dare to make a rash move, so he could only stop and look at the two people from a dozen feet away.

These two people were all dressed in ordinary people's clothes, if it weren't for the nine-ring ghost head knife that hit the ground in their hands, I am afraid they would not have attracted the attention of Gu Xing and the others, but the killing intent that these two people could not hide exposed their intentions.

Lin Jiangxin did not step forward, but paced back and forth left and right behind Jia Hongdao, and only after confirming that no one was ambushed did he stop and wait for the opportunity to move.

Without half a polite sentence or a word of nonsense, the two raised their feet and kicked the nine-ring ghost head knife, and rushed towards the four of them. Jia Hongdao carried the gun on his shoulder, and pressed forward like a dragon out of the water and greeted him.

Lin Jiangxin did not hesitate for a moment, and drew out his waist wrapped soft sword to join the battle.

The two of them had two nine-ring ghost head knives, dancing with tigers and tigers, and they were on a par with Jia Hongdao and Lin Jiangxin, and they were indistinguishable for a while. Gu Xing wanted to enter the game to help, but was dragged aside by Ling Ling, and said in a low voice: "Do you know who these two people are?" ”

Gu Xing stared at the battle situation, and instinctively shook his head to answer.

Ling Ling sighed softly, "I don't know if it's your fate, or if your fate is too bad, and you met these two maverick evil stars." ”

"What do you mean by that?" Gu Xing turned his head and asked suspiciously.

Ling Ling rolled her eyes, but Gu Xing was used to it, just silently waiting for her next words.

Ling Ling raised his hand and pointed to the person who fought with Jia Hongdao and said: "The Five Tigers Broken Door Knife is the heir, and the people in the rivers and lakes give the nickname Ghost Head Peng Hu. ”

After Ling Ling finished speaking, he pointed to the other one without waiting for Gu Xing to speak, and said: "Shadow Demon Knife Peng Hong, no one knows who he studied from, he is used to being alone, his sword skills are strong and powerful, brave and vigorous, and he has both expressions. ”

After listening to Ling Ling's words, Gu Xing's heart sank, "Then wouldn't the two of them fall into a bitter battle?" ”

"Now it's not about them, it's about sneak attacks in the shadows. According to my observations, the internal strength of your two friends is no longer under these two people, and they have even been steadily suppressed. It's just that one person is tired and the other is injured, so there is no winner yet. Lingling was serious, analyzing the head of the land, but Gu Xing was even more worried when he heard it.

But around this workshop, except for the four people who caught and fought each other, no one appeared, as if it had been discussed in advance, and no one could disturb them.

When Gu Xing was at a loss, Ling Ling suddenly leaned into his ear and whispered, "If you can get out of the city at this time, you can still have a glimmer of life." ”