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The sound of a knife drawn.

Exclamation.

The dull sound of a blade slicing through bones.

The sound is in your ears.

The Imperial City Division guards gasped, their bodies soaked with blood, and the stinging pain in his arms almost made him unable to hold the Bing Yan Ling. There were also two cold corpses lying beside him, and they were talking and laughing with him a quarter of an hour ago, but they didn't expect to be separated by yin and yang in the blink of an eye.

The opponent is a domestic servant and old slave who doesn't look like a master no matter how you look at it! Standing steadily in the middle of the deep alley.

A husband is a pass.

The culprit stood directly across from him, biting a piece of grass in his mouth, with an indifferent expression on his face, for him, the fierce fight just now was as simple as removing a handful of weeds.

The last guard was already covered with beads of sweat on his forehead, he clenched the hilt of his knife, and the fiery knife wound in his abdomen made him gasp, and he didn't dare to act rashly, he would definitely not be an ordinary assassin if he picked off three privy envoys by himself!

Lao Jia stood opposite the guards of the Imperial City Division, his hands curled into his cuffs and hugged in front of his chest. He was still the same, with his waist bent, and his face was full of furrows that almost stuffed his eyes into the folds, and he didn't have the posture of a master at all.

He spoke, his voice no longer flattering, but low and hoarse. Lao Jia pursed his lips, "You can't leave, you have to stay here tonight." The good deeds of my young master can't be stopped by you. ”

The panic was fleeting, and the guard regained his cold expression, clenching his knife and making a blocking gesture, trying to delay as long as he could. The longer the time dragged on, the better it would be for him, and now that the situation in the Imperial City was gradually stabilizing, the officers and soldiers of the Privy Council who had cleared the remnants of the party would soon impose martial law on the area.

Lao Jia spit out the grass roots in his mouth, and said disdainfully, "I can't beat it, and I'm still dead." ”

The guard smiled, with a look of indifference to life and death, "I heard that Jiangling eight years ago there was a person who cultivated the wild fox meditation to the extreme, and fought with the cultivator of Longhu Mountain, the king of Shaolin Temple, only won and did not lose, kung fu is a real first-class master realm, all the way to the north Liao blind in one eye before disappearing." The two-sleeved dragon snake is cold, and the wind is rolling in the spring and autumn, if you can die at the hands of that Jia Sanye's two-sleeved dragon snake, it is also an honor. ”

Lao Jia's squinting eyes finally opened, one was sharp, and the other was dim.

"You look for death, and I will do it."

The hand was removed from the cuff, and an unremarkable short sword was drawn, and the dragon and phoenix were swimming and majestic, and pierced the chest of the guard with the sword.

"Huh."

The guards made a defensive posture, trying their best to block this charged blow.

Compared with the Yan Ling that sharpened iron like clay, the short sword was ordinary like the work of a crappy swordsmith, but in Lao Jia's hands, it was like a dragon and snake, and the momentum was amazing. The short sword easily pierced through the back of the indestructible Yanling sword, and the stunned eyes only stayed in the eyes of the guards for a moment.

The dragon and snake came out of their sleeves and destroyed the withered and decayed.

The hall is full of three thousand guests, and the sword is frosty and cold in fourteen states.

The killing intent in the sky burst and exploded in his chest, and before the guards could dodge, Yanling had already flown out of his hands, and the guards even brought knives and fell down with a bang.

The old servant looked at the person who still didn't have the slightest demeanor to stand in place, shrinking his hands and feet, and his expression was wooden.

The man who fell on the other side had lost his breath, and his eyes widened before he died, as if he had seen a monster.

The short sword was put into Lao Jia's sleeve, and he walked back while buttoning his nose, and muttered in his mouth, "The palace master is at this level, it's really boring, it's better to go back and drink Huadiao." ”

The thin figure sang the tune of Huangmei and disappeared into the twilight, leaving only the voice of the watchman and the beating gong. In this deep alley, except for the distant explosion of fireworks, only this reverberating tone was left in the cold night.

"It's dry, watch out for the candles!"

At this time, the Chen Mansion was already in a mess, and Chen Anzhi originally instructed the servant to call the young master over and tell him to prepare to leave the Chen family. Who knew that after searching the entire Chen Mansion, I didn't see the young master. Chen Anzhi realized that something was wrong, and immediately sent people out to look for him, and told his subordinates to find him before dawn, because after dawn, the officers and soldiers were locked in martial law at the city gate, and they could no longer escape from the cage of Bianliang.

While the crowd was scrambling, he came in through the gate alone.

After Chen Zhongqing entered the door, no one dared to approach, he wiped the blood on his face casually, and walked into his father's study with a serious expression.

"Dad, Zhongqing is back."

"Bastard, what are you doing out again!"

Chen Anzhi almost collapsed when he couldn't find his son all night, and when he saw him come back gracefully, he couldn't help but vent his anger on him.

Chen Zhongqing didn't answer his father's question, but put a letter on the table before he spoke, "This is the list that Wang Changan is going to report to the Privy Envoy, and I will help you get it back." ”

The cursing came to an abrupt end.

Chen Anzhi's eyes widened and he looked at his son in a daze.

"Daddy?" Chen Zhongqing called again.

Chen Anzhi, who came back to his senses, hurriedly grabbed the blood-stained letter, carefully read the name on it, and confirmed whether it was Wang Anzhi's own handwriting.

It wasn't until he was sure it was the secret list that he breathed a sigh of relief.

I didn't look closely at the dim light just now, but now I found that my son was covered in blood. Chen Anzhi had a bad premonition in his heart, grabbed his son's shoulders with both hands, and asked urgently, "Are you injured?" ”

"Nope."

"What's the matter with all this blood, how did you get this letter?"

Chen Zhongqing didn't care about his father's surprised gaze, and explained the ins and outs, "Also, Wang Changan is dead, and he doesn't pose any threat to our family." His list was turned into a forged letter by me, and I thought that tomorrow, more than a dozen members of the Wang family should go to the underworld for a meeting. ”

Then he told his whole plan one by one, starting with eavesdropping, then planning, and finally killing people. All the details are said word for word.

After listening to this, Chen Anzhi's expression could no longer be described as surprised, he felt that the young man standing in front of him had become very strange, not like his son at all.

"Zhong ...... Qing, you go down first, I still have some things to discuss with your third uncle. ”

Chen Zhongqing was calm and terrifying, "The top priority is to deal with the follow-up series of hands, the collusion between the Chen family and the civilian-official group will only become a secret known to the three of them, we will all keep our mouths shut, as long as the second uncle takes care of it properly, the Chen family will still be able to stand in the court after this storm!" ”

Chen Anzhi stared at him for a long time, and finally closed his eyes and nodded.

After saying this, he said goodbye to his father, turned and walked out of the study. Standing outside the courtyard and taking a deep breath, I felt more relaxed than ever, and the next other things were handed over to the second uncle and father to dredge the joints up and down, and I had done everything I had to do.

"Young Master."

The hoarse voice attracted Chen Zhongqing's attention, and he turned around to see Lao Jia standing in the corridor, still wearing his tattered short shirt, and carrying a roast chicken wrapped in oiled paper.

He grinned as usual, laughed a few times, shook the wine jar in his other hand, and asked, "Why don't you make a pot of flower carving?" ”

………………

"Really?"

The firelight reflected Chen Yiwen's face, looking cloudy. Although he is not an official, he has always played the role of a think tank at home, so his experience of every move and plan of his nephew is more profound.

"Yes, the watchman was the first to find out that Lord Wang died in the deep alley, and the assassination of the imperial court official is a major matter, not to mention the person who is still a privy envoy. I'm afraid this battle is going to start early. I'm afraid that martial law will begin tonight. ”

After listening to Chen Anzhi's narration, even Chen Yiwen sat in place, drenched in cold sweat, slapped his thigh after savoring his understanding, and marveled at the brilliance of this plan, even he couldn't think of such a vicious plan, and he should be exposed.

"It's a last resort, it's really a last resort, who taught him to do this?"

Chen Anzhi shook his head, "It's not clear, I heard that the four people of the Imperial City Division died, and while the big people in the palace have not been alarmed, we have to dissociate ourselves from this matter." ”

The nephew who he got along with day and night became a stranger overnight. He couldn't believe that this kind of exquisite calculation and seamless plan was planned by his own hands, the uncompetitive Chen Zhongqing. When others heard the news of the beheading, they were already trembling like chaff, and they couldn't stop worrying, but they didn't expect that a seventeen-year-old boy could find a way to reverse his disadvantage in a few hours.

And in the end, he also rebelled against the army and counted Wang Chang'an's family into account.

"Hahahaha, Wang Chang'an died unjustly! How many civil and military officials of the dynasty dared to have such courage? ”

"Yiwen, now is not the time to celebrate."

After experiencing the initial shock, Chen Anzhi also slowly calmed down, and he interrupted his younger brother's excitement, "Although Zhong Qing's plan solves the urgent need, it also buries the disaster. Here in Bianliang, I will go to the privy envoy's palace with my second brother to deal with it, and as for Chen Zhongqing, I will send him out of Bianjing and go to Hangzhou to hide for a few years. I have a friend who has forgotten the year, and I will repair a book tonight, and Zhong Qing will hide in his house for two or three years, and then return to Beijing after smoothing out his temperament. I'll deal with the customs clearance paperwork, don't worry. ”

Chen Yiwen put his hand on his brother's shoulder and said with relief, "If you can be so bold and decisive in doing things, Zhong Qing must be a great talent." Brother, we all blamed him for it before. ”

The sound of fireworks and firecrackers outside the door slowly calmed down, and Bianliang welcomed the arrival of the new year in the Shangyuan Festival, which was filled with the smell of blood and sulfur firecrackers.

Chen Anzhi sighed, holding the rosewood rosary in his hand, and turned one round wooden bead after another, trying to calm down his state of mind, "The Chen family didn't have a Jiangdong tiger, but a more terrifying Beiliaohai Dongqing. ”