Chapter 8 The Imperial Grain is Robbed

"Didn't you go back and forth that day, saying that you had added Gu Yunping here?"

Things turned out unexpectedly. After Gu Yunping defected, Luo Shuihua rectified Luoxue Pavilion, and the people who stayed behind were absolutely loyal to Luoxue Pavilion and Luo Shuihua, and it was impossible to collude with Gu Yunping, and this eleven really didn't look like he was lying. Gu Yunping was able to escape smoothly that day and avoid the double pursuit of the imperial court and the rivers and lakes, and there must be a mysterious person in a high position who secretly helped. Gu Yunping was familiar with the dead soldiers of Luoxue Pavilion, if they colluded together, then ......

"Disguise!" Ruoxi thought about the crux of the matter. "Gu Yunping is familiar with the dead soldiers of Luoxue Pavilion, and it is not difficult to find someone who looks like eleven and sends fake news. Only, what is the purpose of his doing this? ”

Ruoxi's words successfully woke up Luo Shuihua.

Luo Shuihua knew from the beginning that these people would point the finger at Luoxue Pavilion, or in other words, these people would target him Luo Shuihua. I'm afraid it's all because of his identity.

Wherever there is a Nangong lineage, there will be a family mark on the left chest - a three-petal peony.

This Gu Yunping's life experience is not simple, and being able to hook up with important ministers in the court is enough to explain everything.

Fifteen years ago, when Ling Yunsi was the commander of the three armies.

It was one of the most tragic battles since the founding of the country.

The Nancang Kingdom united the tribes around the country and launched a war in an attempt to destroy the country in one fell swoop.

Although this battle that almost wiped out the country was turned by Ling Yunsi, due to the betrayal of the traitors, the soldiers of the country also paid an unimaginable price, how many husbands, sons, brothers, and how many families were shattered in this battle, no one has counted them, and it is difficult to count.

In the face of the dying Liguo, the land where corpses are strewn and the smoke of gunpowder has not dispersed, and in the face of the displaced people, the enraged Nangong Chen not only executed a group of traitors with capital punishment, but also severely punished a large number of officials who were passively preparing for war. Among them, including Gu Yuanzhong, the father of Gu Yunping, who was the squire of the military department at the time. Speaking of which, Gu Yuanzhong was executed because it was not good for escorting grain and grass, which can be regarded as unjust. The real power of the escort is in the hands of the secretary of the military department, and if the chief officer does not act, his subordinate can do nothing.

The law of Xingli Kingdom has always advocated that the disaster will not be good for his wife's clan, Gu Yunping saved his life, happened to escape to Yuzhou, was rescued by Lin Feixue, stayed in Luoxue Pavilion, and with his own ability, he became one of the deputy pavilion masters of Luoxue Pavilion.

And these were also found out by Luo Shuihua with the help of Ling Ruoxi recently.

Since he is an official eunuch in Beijing, he must know that the royal family uses three-petal peony as the seal of the clan, and the last time he was on a mission, Gu Yunping happened to see his own mark...........

Connect all the threads, and it makes sense.

Gu Yunping relied on his ancestors' connections to contact the mysterious person, trying to kill two birds with one stone, killing the saint, and by the way, borrowing the hand of the official family to get rid of himself, the only heir to the throne.

What a good game of chess.

"Oops!" Their purpose today was not to intercept them, but to go for the only jade pendant in the Luoxue Pavilion that could prove their identity. If the jade pendant falls into their hands, the consequences will be unimaginable.......

"Hurry back to the Falling Snow Pavilion." The elite were all brought out by Luo Shuihua today, and they didn't care about explaining to the remaining two at this moment, so they urgently ordered the accompanying dead soldiers to rush to the city.

"I'm afraid their target is the Falling Snow Pavilion." As soon as Luo Shuihua's voice fell, Ruoxi sensitively captured the sound of the air tearing.

Purple mangs out of the sheath!

Cut off an arrow feather.

"Escort!" The secret guard who was blocking the rain of arrows at the door received Ruoxi's order, and immediately gave up the door, retreated to the house, centered on Nangong Chen, formed a circle, and protected him tightly in the middle.

The sound of "swooping" into the flesh clearly reached Ruoxi's ears, and he saw that Mo Ze's sword had slowed down significantly.

Ruoxi's long sword shot and blocked the fatal blow for Mo Ze.

"Lord Luoge!" Luo Shuihua quickly understood what Ruoxi meant, retreated into the house, and forcibly closed the dilapidated wooden door with internal force. Ruoxi followed the long whip and rolled up the offering table, temporarily resisting the rain of arrows.

The two cooperated very tacitly.

"Poof!" Before everyone could breathe a sigh of relief, Ruoxi suddenly vomited a mouthful of blood.

"General, is your internal strength also ....." Mo Ze was not careless when he was hit by an arrow just now, but because he felt the loss of internal force and was shocked to lose his proportion.

Ruoxi felt it intently, and most of her internal force was indeed sealed.

"It's lost, and it will take at least three hours to recover." Although Ruoxi can judge the cause of the loss of his internal strength, he doesn't know when he was dissolved. It will work when it is inhaled in the air, but because it has a fragrance, it is extremely easy to be found in the air, and Ruoxi, I have never smelled the smell of the loss of energy.

"What about you?"

The twelve secret guards are all the same, and Luo Shuihua also said that the internal force is still there.

In this way, among the people present, only she and Mo Ze were poisoned, so this loss of Yuan San must not have been obtained from this mountain.

When, exactly?

Before Ruoxi could figure out a reason, a signal flare of "chirping" suddenly sounded outside.

It's the dead man of the Falling Snow Pavilion who is asking for help.

How many people did the other party send, and how strong was the strength, couldn't the dead soldiers in the pavilion resist it?

Is this the end of my mother's hard work?

Ruoxi saw Luo Shuihua's gradually clenched fists and bloodshot eyes. I don't know why, she actually felt the sadness.

The silver needle he carried with him shot out, flashing with a sharp edge, and pierced into several large holes around his body without hesitation.

"General!" Mo Ze's exclamation pulled Luo Shuihua back and stopped Ruoxi's hand in mid-air, "You're crazy!" Forcibly reverse the meridians, you don't want to die! "Shouted out without thinking.

Luo Shuihua seemed to feel that it was inappropriate, and he didn't know how to alleviate this embarrassment for a while. At this moment of hesitation, Ruoxi's needle has already gone down.

"Was the signal just now from the Falling Snow Pavilion?"

"Lord Luoge, please escort the Holy Lord and Mo Ze out, I will hold them back."

"Lord Luo Ge, the safety of the Holy Lord is of the utmost importance, not to mention, Luoxue Pavilion is still waiting for you to go back."

Ruoxi's tone was unquestionable, Luo Shuihua didn't say anything in the end, and acquiesced in her plan.

Mo Ze wanted to stay, but he was afraid of dragging his feet, so he had no choice but to obey Ruoxi's arrangement.

The rain of arrows outside the door has stopped. Carefully controlled footsteps approached the doorway.

Ruoxi tested for a moment, endured the pain of the internal force constantly hitting the meridians, and forcibly swallowed the blood that could vomit at any time.

Lift your sword, stand up, and gather your internal forces in the palm of your hand.

The clean one not only shook the door open, but also flew out of the door with the killers outside the door.