As the sun sets, the entire Xianyang City is reflected in this afterglow, and under a large area of gold and red, shadows are exposed. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Light and darkness coexist, you have no me, you have you, no one can lack anyone, this point, in the Yin Fu, Guiguzi's annotation, has been involved.

The merchants in the city, after a busy day, began to put away their selling items and exquisite utensils, dragged their somewhat tired bodies, and returned with a full load.

The common people who entered the city outside also took advantage of this last light and embarked on the road home.

Because the gate of Xianyang City is about to be closed.

Night was approaching, and after the curfew, the streets were suddenly empty. At this time, all the people who often appear on the streets of the city are either very noble or scheming, and the only thing they have in common is that they are very powerful.

After the sun completely set, the cows, ghosts, snakes, and gods of Xianyang City all ran out.

Wait.

By the time the smoke in the city was filled, the lights were on, and the smell of food wafted everywhere, it was already completely dark, and it was getting dark very quickly.

At this time, on the streets of Xianyang City, there were only groups of neatly arranged, black-clothed guards, who walked neatly and vigorously to patrol back and forth.

After the palace, a large number of buildings are mansions, the mansions of high-ranking officials and dignitaries of the Qin State.

Inside, there was a door, creak, and suddenly, without warning, it opened.

I saw a sturdy man with a square face and thick eyebrows coming out of it, holding a sword at his waist, his demeanor was very arrogant, and he didn't care about the guards walking in front of him, stretching his waist and yawning.

One hundred of the guards turned their heads to look at him, ignoring him.

At this moment, there was a faint sound of people talking from behind, maybe far away, or maybe deliberately quiet, very soft.

This man was still immersed in his own world just now, and his face was arrogant, but in just a moment, he became respectful. He pulled the door of the mansion open a little, bowed his head, and faced the doorway.

The door was pitch black, and nothing could be seen, and after a while, two lights appeared, like two ghost fires in the night.

At the door of this mansion, there are two strange beasts squatting a little high, facing the top of the strange beast's head, hanging two lamps, reflecting the plaque on the door.

The book is engraved with four large gilt characters.

Left Governor's Mansion.

Not long after, Ji Jun Yingzhuang came out of it, followed by many people.

I saw Yingzhuang frowning, forgetting to glance at the black Xianyang, a little distracted.

His face was pale, and next to his black eyes were a few bloodshots, and his beard, which had always been cultivated, now looked sloppy.

Yes, he is troublesome.

Everyone knows that King Qin's bow and crossbow have already been set up, and he has already felt the murderous aura above.

The three of them, the left minister, the right minister, Wei Ran, and Lang Zhongling Su Ming, have all become the minions of the King of Qin to deal with his own lineage, thinking about his father Yingming I, but he was confused at this time, the courage of an old Qin man, I don't know why, was evacuated at this time, which is a little incomprehensible.

When I saw it today, it was noisy until late, and it became more and more intense, and there was a tendency to be incompatible with myself.

The power is incompatible, hehe, compared to the monarch and the minister, the father and the son are nothing. It's ridiculous to say, since I want to be someone else's pawn, I don't think about sticking it earlier, but now that I've reached this point, I actually regret it.

I don't give away my own things, but I am willing to think about them. In the final analysis, this throne should be his own, not to mention whether Yingji has this prestige and talent, just talk about the period of Qin Xiaogong, this throne should also be the eldest son Gongzi Qian, and he happens to be the grandson of Gongzi Qian. At the critical moment, his arm was broken, and he couldn't become a king, since he couldn't become a king, he couldn't become a king, but in the end, he still didn't let himself live in peace.

"What people!"

Yingzhuang's carriage passed, and the iron-clad guard who followed next to him suddenly let out an exclamation, pulling Yingzhuang back from his thoughts at once.

"What's going on?"

Ying Zhuang was a little surprised, but more angry.

In the bottom of his heart, there was no longer the slightest fear, as if there was nothing in this world that could make him afraid, and his heart had long been paralyzed. The courage to fight against the odds can make a person defy everything, including fear.

Following the eyes of the Iron Guard, he saw the darkness, and his first reaction was that the assassin sent by Yingji was about to make a move.

The iron-clothed guard pulled out the Wu hook in his hand, gestured towards Yingzhuang, and walked over slowly.

"Don't worry, the old man has no malice."

There was a voice in the darkness.

Yingzhuang's face was puzzled, this voice was hoarse and low, not like a human voice, but a bit like a bronze grinding there.

Hearing this, the Iron Guard stopped and looked at his master.

At this moment, Yingzhuang thought a lot, and he was sure that it had nothing to do with Yingji. In the middle of the night, pretending to be a ghost, how can he see the light?

"Bold thief, do you know my Xianyang curfew?"

Yingzhuang waved his hand to make the iron-clad guard heart retreat, but at the same time, he took out the authority of the Xianyang guard.

It is very majestic, but the voice is very small, for fear of attracting people from afar.

Half-ringing, there was no sound over there.

Maybe the person was thinking, maybe he had just escaped, Yingzhuang's face was calm, and he was still waiting, because he had always been cautious.

Night, it's so dark, there won't be a fraud, right?

"Alas!"

There was a sigh from inside, not only did it not mean a sigh, but it was also very difficult to hear. Immediately after, a man who hid his body in a wide black robe walked out step by step.

It's more like clothes, but rather a hole dug in a black square cloth, just enough to drill a person's head through. Wearing such clothes shows that this person is careful not to show the slightest clue.

The only reflection of Yingzhuang is this man, tall, but very thin.

The person who came grasped it well, so that the light happened to be reflected on the black cloth of his neck, and his cheeks were still hidden in the night, and he couldn't see it really. Yingzhuang forcibly squinted his eyes, and the refraction of light made him see some, the expressionless mask.

The iron-clad guards raised their vigilance and looked at Yingzhuang, they would not act rashly without the order of their master.

"Don't worry, I'm empty-handed."

The masked man understood this, and his arms were spread out, and his hands were exposed, and his hands were wrapped in cloth, so that he could not see the skin, but he could see clearly that there were no larger blades on his body, such as swords.

Yingzhuang relaxed his mind, because he felt that something good should happen to him at this time.

Old man?

Calling himself an old man, the bag is so tight that he can't even see his skin, maybe he's a young man.

Yingzhuang smiled confidently, because he felt that he understood the "old man".