Lu Heng raised his head, looked at this chubby guy, and saw that the other party's eyes were full of admiration, so he was a little funny in his heart, and shook his head and said, "Heh, Lord Hong praised it falsely." It's just a casual notice.,I thought it was a scratching idea.,Now it seems,The effect seems to be okay.。 This is all the skill of adults to turn stones into gold! It doesn't have much to do with it, you say! ”

Lu Heng held the teacup and glanced at Hong Quan with a smile, his face was extremely calm.

Hong Quan didn't expect Lu Heng to answer like this, he was surprised for a moment, shook his head and smiled bitterly, "Childe's surname, heh, it's really rare!" ”

Lu Heng smiled faintly, smiled and looked at Hong Quan, who pretended to hate iron and steel, casually threw a branch into the bonfire, clapped his hands and said with a smile: "Isn't Lord Hong the same?" ”

Hong Quan was stunned for a moment, and then suddenly burst into laughter, and the fat all over his body was trembling, trembling so that the eyes of the people who looked here were dizzy.

Wu Ningyuan, who was sitting on the side, covered his head and drinking, looked at the two young and old people who were also lazy and had no ambitions, and sighed sadly.

After Hong Quan finished laughing, a little vicissitudes appeared on his face, he pinched the branch in one hand, and said with a wry smile while picking up the fire: "It's not that the old man is unwilling to be loyal to the court, it's just, heh, I'm really afraid!" Now that the old man can benefit the people of Jiangning, it is enough! ”

Looking at Hong Quan's palpitating appearance, Lu Heng also knew that he should have remembered the incident when he was young and was imprisoned in the prison.

According to what Wu Ningyuan said when he was drunk, Hong Quan had already been escorted to the execution ground and was ready to be executed. At that time, the sky was clear, and suddenly it was overcast, and the weather in June would become like a harsh winter in the blink of an eye. The grass was flying on the execution ground, and the cold wind was bleak. Hong Quan raised his head, looked at the dramatically changed world in front of him with teary eyes, and wailed, lamenting that the lives of the good are miserable, and the wicked are in charge. At this moment, snow suddenly fell in the sky......

Well, anyway, it's more mourning than heart death, and grievances are greater than snowfall. Hong Quan knelt on the guillotine, shaking his head vigorously, his braids whirring like a windmill.

However, with the order of the warden and beheader, the holy decree came.

This holy decree has only a few words written by the emperor himself: Fatty, is it cool?

After listening to the prison officer stammering, and after reading this sentence with a forced smile, Hong Quan was stunned for a while, what is this? I'm going to go down in history.

However, the head is saved, after all, it is a good thing, and the thing that will go down in history is not in a hurry, and it can be pushed back.

So, on that sunny afternoon, Hong Quan swaggered back home with the holy decree and a hint of a smile on his face.

Afterwards, after many inquiries, he learned that the emperor's holy decree turned out to be a fake transmission by Prince Ning. As for the imperial seal above, it was carved by Prince Ning with radishes.

For this reason, Prince Ning was punished by the emperor and knelt outside the Jinluan Hall for a whole day. However, at that time, Wu Ningyuan was in military power and his prestige was high. Although the emperor was furious, he did not dare to be too obvious.

After this incident, Prince Ning was deprived of military power because of the case of the descendants of Duke Di, and was given the false name of the king of Huainan, and has since settled in Jiangning for more than 30 years. And Hong Quan, followed by him, also came to Jiangning City.

After the case of Di Gong's descendants was clarified, Ning Wangye was still left out in the cold. Hong Quan, on the other hand, was reactivated by the emperor. Speaking of which, the two have different statuses and different treatments.

Of course, this may be the trick of the relationship between the emperor's discord between Wu Ningyuan and Hong Quan, but these two people are both old and sophisticated, how can they not understand this?

That encounter made Hong Quan truly understand the truth that a companion is like a tiger, so in these years, he tried his best to do something out of the ordinary to keep himself away from the emperor.

Moreover, in the past ten years, in order to reassure the master in Tokyo. On the surface, Hong Quan and Ning Wangye are still inseparable. When the people of the two provinces met, they were like enemies. Heng Mei is cold.

However, the last arrest of the assassin who assassinated Fan Zeng was the first time in decades that the two had joined forces openly. In fact, on the other hand, it shows that although these two people have not been in contact for decades, they are still full of tacit understanding.

Although these two old foxes didn't say anything, Lu Heng could still see the taste.

Maybe it's because of the position of the crown prince, or maybe it's because of the inheritance of the Great Zhou Dynasty, or because of the new monarch's accession to the throne, the lives of the two, oh no, for the sake of life safety, it seems that these two old guys are going to reappear in the rivers and lakes.

It's just that these two people, together with Zhang Wenshan, who is now far away in Yizhou, want to help the prince compete for the crown prince?

A roaring bonfire burned, and the red wood crackled. The night breeze blows, and the sparks from the campfire flutter in the wind.

In the flickering firelight. Lu Heng sat there quietly and intently stirring up the bonfire, occasionally turning his head to see Wu Ningyuan and Hong Quan with solemn faces, as if he had a clear understanding in his heart.

Xiao Wu?

Lu Heng suddenly thought of the Great Zhou Emperor Sun who had been staying in King Ning's Mansion some time ago.

Oh, Xiao Wu, it's a good choice!

The fire was blazing, and by the bonfire, the scholar had an indifferent smile on his face, which seemed extraordinarily calm. The night breeze blew, and his robe moved with it.

It's just that Lu Heng sat here without saying a word and pretending to be cool, but he fell into the eyes of the two women not far away.

"Qingqing girl, can you not look like a nymphomaniac!" Although Miss Yu Yan tried her best to lower her voice, her loud voice like a bell still attracted the attention of many people.

She saw Liu Qingqing sitting beside her, with a sweet smile between her eyebrows, slender white and tender little hands, dragging her cheeks, and quietly looking at Lu Heng, who was sitting next to the blazing bonfire not far away, with his clothes moving with the wind. In the firelight, there was a faint smile on her beautiful cheeks, like a fairy who had fallen into the mortal world.

Hearing this, Liu Qingqing was not so panicked. These days, she has become accustomed to Miss Yuyan's super thick nerves.

Liu Qingqing smiled lightly, her white jade-like fingers gently hooked the wind-blown hair at her ear temples, turned her head, and looked at Yu Yan with a smile in her beautiful eyes. "Miss Yuyan!" Liu Qingqing looked at Yu Yan with a blank face, and smiled faintly, but there was a very sly smile in her beautiful eyes. "Uh, what?" Yu Yan's big bronze bell-like eyes flickered and blinked. "Do you have a crush on my uncle?" Liu Qingqing smiled, leaned forward with her delicate body, and looked at Yu Yan with a smile in her beautiful eyes.

Yu Yan opened her mouth and was stunned for a long time, and suddenly, she burst out with a super loud laugh: "Oh, you are dead, how can that person be embarrassed!" Wowhaha! “

Liu Qingqing: "......"

Zhan Guards and others: "......"

The night breeze is blowing, and the bonfires are lit.

The sporadic fires by the river, reflected in the river, bordering the stars in the night sky, the sky and the earth are the same color. By the river, there must be a white tent, like a strange flower that blooms at night, quiet and peaceful.

In the depths of the towering mountains on both sides of the shelter, the chirping of apes was heard. Everyone in the open air was a little drunk.

They gather in groups of three or five and keep raising their glasses and drinking. All kinds of bizarre and southern-northern singing voices gather together, but it has a unique flavor.

The samurai who were idle gathered around the bonfire and practiced the sword and shield dance that was widely spread in the army of this era. Lu Heng leaned lazily on the stump, quietly watching the seven or eight warriors in front of him perform a sword dance full of the killing spirit of the military array, and his heart was quite shocked.

The firelight beating, the warriors' figures were vigorous, the sabers in their hands flickered coldly, and the rough and heavy words added a vicissitudes and heaviness to the quiet and beautiful night.

On the side, Wu Ningyuan and Hong Quan kept raising their glasses towards Lu Heng, Lu Heng smiled faintly, raised the teacup in his hand and nodded and smiled.

Picked up the teacup, took a sip, and was about to put it down, when a faint fragrance inadvertently came to him.

The teacup in his hand hesitated in the air. Lu Heng frowned, smelling this faint fragrance, but he vaguely felt that he had smelled it there.

Suspiciously, he raised his head and glanced around, only to find a samurai dressed in a samurai uniform with a low brim, holding a wooden plate with a wine cup, bowing down in front of Wu Ningyuan, pouring him wine.

It's just that the samurai's action of pouring wine is a little weird. He poured wine with one hand, but the other hand was hidden under a wooden plate.

This samurai is in good shape!

Lu Heng groped his chin, looked at this delicate warrior, and nodded in admiration.

After looking at it again, when I saw that the other party was pouring wine, the exposed white wrist, and the smell of incense powder in the air became clearer and clearer.

Lu Heng's heart suddenly understood, yes, remembered. Isn't this smell the smell of incense powder on the assassin who inexplicably broke into his house some time ago?

Tsk, I didn't expect that this guy was not so bold that he actually blended into the official ship of the palace. Moreover, it seems that this action has the demeanor of a dagger, and it seems that it is going to assassinate Wu Ningyuan.

Suddenly, the samurai's hand holding the wooden plate suddenly moved, and a cold light quietly appeared.

Lu Heng's eyes narrowed, and he casually smashed the teacup in his hand towards the assassin with a snort.

With a click, the teacup smashed against the rubble at the Assassin's feet, breaking into a pile of powder.

This sudden change made everyone present stunned. Everyone looked at Lu Heng with puzzled eyes, but they thought in their hearts, this kid is not crazy and dares to smash the prince's head.

And the warriors who were guarding Wu Ningyuan's side were holding the hilt of their swords, staring at Lu Heng with indifferent eyes.

Only Zhan guard, with a low brow, his face unpredictable. If you look closely, you can see that the Zhan Guard's body is trembling violently at this time. It seems to be a sign of extreme nervousness.

Lu Heng's face was calm, he pointed at the assassin who was slightly stunned, and shouted in a deep voice: "Assassin, catch him!" “

As soon as the words fell, he saw Zhan's guard move, and his waist knife came out of its sheath like lightning, slashing straight at the arm of the fake samurai.

While......

The guards and the assassin's knives collided in an instant. The deafening symphony of gold and iron came, collided, and sparks splashed everywhere.

After blocking the assassin's attack with one blow, Zhan's guard's mouth was already bloody. He was deeply shocked by the strength of this person's martial arts, he glanced at this warrior in shock, and hurriedly blocked King Ning with his body, staring at the assassin with a gloomy face, and roared to the brothers beside him: "Military formation, joint attack!" “

As soon as the words fell, dozens of warriors unsheathed their swords in unison, and in the blink of an eye, they surrounded the assassins. "Out!"

When the Zhan guard roared out, his figure suddenly rushed forward.

At the same time, dozens of samurai jumped out in unison. Form an impregnable steel encirclement with the Zhan Guards. The circle was full of murderous energy, the blade was shining coldly, and the tip of the knife pointed directly at the key points of the assassin's body.

The assassin's expression was slightly dark, and his eyes were burning as he stared at the rapidly shrinking encirclement. At the same time, the short sword in his hand was crossed in front of his chest, ready to strike. "Kill!"

As the encirclement shrank to a certain point, Zhan's guards roared, and a dozen steel knives formed a silver net and fell all over the assassin's body.

While......

In the encirclement, the figure of the assassin is like a ghost, floating and elusive. In a short period of time, with incredible speed, he picked off the sharp blade that stabbed him. Suddenly, his body jumped and flew into the air. "Bow and arrow!"

Zhan's guards seemed to have anticipated this person's means, and the moment the encirclement was dispersed, he shouted "swish......"

A dense rain of jet-black arrows. Tearing through the night sky, whistling.

But when he saw the assassin flying in the air, the short sword in his hand pulled out one sword flower after another, and in the blink of an eye, he shot down the flying arrows to the ground.

And just as the Zhan guards were about to organize the encirclement again, they saw the assassin in the air, with a light foot, and actually flew out of the encirclement with the power of the arrows.

After landing, the assassin's body moved rapidly, and he flew towards Lu Heng, who had been standing on the periphery, looking at the excitement with an excited face.