I don't know if you're talking about a fart.

An Xian sneered in his heart, but he had to pretend to be very sad on his face, "Lord, can you tell the lower officials what is going on?" Why did such a serious thing happen when the lower official took a nap? ”

"That's it." Ling Chenmin, who was named by name, pursed his lips and looked at him with a cold face, "We were attacked by a group of unidentified black-clothed people on the way to the Heaven Sacrifice Ceremony, but fortunately, there were many lonely people and they were subdued. To put it simply, that's it. ”

"Subdued?" An Xian didn't pay attention to what Ling Chen said, but he keenly caught a little bit from his words.

Ling Chen's guards subdued the man.

Then they didn't confess themselves, did they?

A trace of sweat broke out on An Xian's forehead, obviously in a hurry.

Ling Chen and the others are not fools, it is impossible not to see An Xian's strange appearance, they just see through it and don't say it. As they watched this scene, they sneered in their hearts, and a hypocritical smile appeared on their faces.

"Lord An, are you alright? Why did you sweat so much? Could it be that he was scared. ”

"It's okay," An Xian is also an old fox, his thinking is not ordinary fast, he covered his chest with his hands, and smiled wryly, "I'm the person who can't be stimulated the most." As soon as it is stimulated, it hurts. I was stimulated so much just now, and my heart hurt even more. Hey, it's old, it's useless. As he spoke, he stood up and looked at Ling Chen with a guilty face.

"Master Taifu laughed." Jiang Huan said, "Lord Taifu is a member of the imperial court and a minister of state, so he is the most useful one among all of us." If you don't use it, then we're useless. ”

This guy's kung fu is good, why didn't he feel it before.

An Xian already likes others to pat him on the back, after all, only when people pat him on the back will he be comfortable and realize that he is different from others.

But if he likes others to shoot him, it doesn't mean that he likes Jiang Huan. Especially in the case of trouble, Jiang Huan's sycophants are undoubtedly a fatal attack on him.

So, he was silent for a while and decided to slap the sycophant back.

"Lord Jiang is polite." An Xian said without changing his face, "Xia Guan is old, and he can't do many things. The so-called generations of talented people have come out, and they have led the way for hundreds of years. If an adult is young and achieves this high position, he must be a talented person, right? If you want me to say, the future of this Yue country still has to be handed over to you young people. ”

Although An Xian doesn't like to pat others on the back, today's situation is special, so he dedicated the "first time" to Jiang Huan.

But who knew that as soon as he finished speaking, he didn't hold back and vomited.

You have to know that you will vomit, and if you know it earlier, you won't shoot.

An Xian vomited and sneered.

But who is to blame for this?

He took the sycophant himself, and no one begged him. I deserve this vomit, right?

If you can't shoot, don't shoot, it's so ugly.

Jiang Huan smiled and didn't care about him, but returned to the carriage with Ling Chen.

The only difference was that he threw out a sentence before leaving.

"Lord An, you'd better finish throwing up quickly, and you'll have to participate in the heavenly sacrifice ceremony later. If it's just a little later than the scheduled time, how can you still find a way to get through. But if it's too late, it will damage your glorious image. ”

"You." An Xian was still spitting, but his fists were clenched tighter. Then, with a soft snort, he let out his hand.

His strength was too heavy.

Ahn Xian sighed, his eyes glinting with an obscure light. The light was like a meteor, fleeting, and one thought it was a hallucination.

It seems that Jiang Huan can't be killed today. That's it, if you can't kill it, you can't kill it. If he is still an official in the imperial court for one day, he will be his colleagues for one day.

If you want to kill him, you have a chance.

Let him bounce for a few days before finding his next opportunity. The most important thing now is to find a lucky escape from the few assassinations brought out by Zi Rang.

Or find one of the people in this group who is not dead, take him back to the house for treatment, and continue to use it.

It's not that An Xian contacts his subordinates so much that he regards the life and death of his subordinates as more important than himself. It's because the cost of raising secret guards is too high, he raised more than 20 secret guards, put a lot of effort into them, and deliberately asked people to hand over what they need to do when the secret guards hide next to others as undercover agents. It is no exaggeration to say that An Xian has poured his life's work here.

Now Zirang brought several people to assassinate him, but they all failed. It didn't matter to him that the lives of those people were dead.

What he was worried about was whether there were any people with particularly strong martial arts among these unlucky secret guards, or those who could continue to work hard for themselves.

It's just that the most urgent thing now is the ceremony of sacrificing to the heavens. Even if Ling Chen was a first-class master, he couldn't ignore the rules of the Yue Kingdom, so he had to go back to his mansion after the Heaven Sacrifice Ceremony and summon those people over to see if there were any people who had been cultivated by himself.

An Xian thought about it, sighed, and then coldly kicked a few servants who had fainted outside his carriage.

An Xian's feet were very strong, and he woke them up in pain.

"Minions deserve to die, minions deserve to die." Several of the subordinates knelt on the ground, kowtowing in horror.

"Of course I know you deserve to die." An Xian snorted coldly, "It's just that I'm out there now, and I can't punish you." When I went back, I went to the steward and received twenty sticks. ”

"Thank you, Master Taifu, thank you, Lord Taifu." The subordinate was relieved and hurriedly got up to catch the car.

Soon, they came to the destination of this sacrifice.

The center of the capital.

There were already a number of soldiers in armor and knives in their hands. Seeing Ling Chen and his entourage coming, they knelt down one after another, only to hear the person in charge: "The ministers see the lord."

"Get up." A man's muffled voice came from the black carriage, and then, the curtain was lifted, and a young man in a dragon robe stepped out of it.

Immediately afterwards, Jiang Huan also walked out of it.

When everyone saw this, they were stunned.

Didn't you say that the first king had only one son and one daughter? So where did this boy as old as the Lord come from?

Could it be the illegitimate child of the Lord outside? No, these two people don't look like each other at all, and illegitimate children don't play like this.

Since it is not illegal, who is it? How could he be qualified to sit in the carriage with King Yue.

For a moment, the scene was a little awkward. The leader wanted to say something to ease the atmosphere, but after thinking about it for a long time, he didn't know what to call this person who was about the same age and seemed to be particularly favored.

In the end, Qianying still couldn't look at it, and he walked forward, "This is the Shangshu Provincial Commander." ”

(End of chapter)