Under the emperor's laissez-faire, the princes of Western Xia have their own secret forces, and the emperor knows the power of the princes well, but when a certain prince's power is threatened, he restricts it, and he laughs at the fight between the princes on weekdays.

Although the thirteen princes are outstanding, but he holds a military position, he knows how important it is to hold military power, almost some of the princes will join the army, and control an army, the emperor gave the upper limit of three thousand, unless he shows outstanding talent in the army and is recognized by several senior commanders in the army, he will be allowed to command more soldiers.

The Thirteenth Prince is now a small commander with 3,000 people, and has been recognized by many generals and commanders in the army.

Every prince in Western Xia is competing for the position of the crown prince, and the thirteen princes are the best among all the princes, and the journey can be described as smooth sailing.

The thirteenth prince locked the girl's wrist, and attacked fiercely under him, without the slightest gentleness at all, he was venting his grievances, and there were many things in his grievances, the most important thing was that the subordinates sent out were not in a good position, and they did not capture Murong Yao'er, not only that, but none of the people sent out came back, all of them were killed, those people were the elite of the elite who were drawn from the army and then trained, and they have always been the hidden arrows in their sleeves, but now they have been broken, how can they not be angry?

Under the rough ravages of the Thirteen Princes, the girl was already in tears, and although the pain was unbearable, she did not dare to scream, because if she screamed, the Thirteen Princes would intensify and torture her in an even more cruel way.

The pain snort became smaller and smaller, almost inaudible, and finally disappeared, and the thirteenth prince glanced down, snorted coldly, and stopped his movements.

The brass bell on the table was blown by the wind, and the thirteen princes glanced sideways, let go of the hand holding the girl, pushed the girl to the side, pulled the silk nightgown and draped it over his body, and got out of bed.

The study is in front of the bedroom, the two rooms are separated by a courtyard wall, in the summer, the night wind is mixed with a trace of warmth, the thirteenth prince came to the desk in the study, turned a fist-sized jade ornament in the middle of the bookshelf, and listened to the sparse sound of the machine on the right side, the wall was separated to both sides to reveal a door, there was light in the door, the flames in the oil lamps on both sides of the wall were beating happily, and there were more than half of the lamp oil in the oil lamps.

The secret passage leads to the underground, the light is very sufficient, each step is illuminated very clearly, the thirteen princes walk down with their hands, and walk forward more than ten steps is an iron door, there is a butterfly mark on the door, the butterfly's wings are covered with irregular holes, the thirteen princes take off the necklace from their necks, and gently press the fine iron butterfly on it against the imprint.

After the door opened, there was an open hall, the hall was full of boxes on both sides, some of them were open, the box on the left exposed was gold and silver jewelry, and the box on the right was exposed with the armor and blades reflecting the cold light, the thirteen princes went all the way forward, walked to the end of the hall and pushed open the stone door, behind the door was a road more than ten steps long, the fine iron butterfly pressed the mark on the wall, there was a sound in the wall on both sides of the road, and gently stepped on the bluestone brick floor in front of him with his foot, the lower limit of the floor, there was no movement on both sides of the wall, He stepped on the side again, and it was also fine, and the Thirteenth Prince walked forward.

At the end of the corridor is a wooden door, the crack of the door is faintly bright, the thirteen princes pushed the door in, this secret room is not large, there is an oil lamp on each of the four walls, a table, two chairs, all made of fine iron, just like the interrogation room of later generations, but the table is full of files.

The Thirteenth Prince took a dossier and unfolded it to look at it carefully, his expression gradually becoming a little playful.

There was more than one door to this secret room, and there was another door in the secret room, and before half of the scroll was half-seen, the door on the other side slowly opened, and the white-haired old man he called his father-in-law walked in with a dossier in tow.

Without waiting for the old man to sit down, the Thirteenth Prince asked.

"Father-in-law, that idiot of Yan Bin actually wanted to launch a coup d'état on his father's birthday, did his brain let the pig gnaw? I'm really impatient. The Thirteenth Prince said and threw the scroll in his hand onto the table and sneered. Since such a file can appear in my case, the father's case should be much more detailed than mine, he won't live long, according to his father's temperament, but he doesn't have the patience to watch him play monkey show, it's a pity, the commander is going to lose his son again, father-in-law, what do you say if the commander learns that his father killed his second son? ”

"It's not your turn to have this opportunity, someone is already preparing for it." The old man sat down and said calmly.

"Prince?" The Thirteenth Prince sneered twice. "Why did my father-in-law come to me so late?"

The old man handed the scroll in his hand to the front of the road. "I'll talk about it after reading it."

The Thirteenth Prince took the scroll, unfolded it and read it carefully, and then frowned slightly.

"Father-in-law, this Zhou Yuanli is dead, what is the suspicion?"

"This Zhou Yuanli since the Dragon and Tiger Conference won the favor of His Majesty, won seven levels in a row within half a year, and became the general of the south gate of the palace town. The old man's eyes narrowed slightly, and he said in a low voice. "It is said that he fell off the cliff and died, but he did not see the body, and the people who followed him have no news, this news is from the community, but the person who passed the news can not be found, there are indeed traces of falling from the cliff on the edge of the cliff, and there are indeed blood stains on the cliff, but my father thinks that things will not be so simple."

"Could it be that who kidnapped his parents and planned to take advantage of him? The father-in-law thinks, could it be the idiot of Tuoba Yanbin? ”

"I think it's you who is stupid, Zhou Yuanli's general of the south gate of the town has not been cut down, and he is still guarding the south gate today, what does this mean?"

"The father-in-law is saying that the father did all this? The father erased his parents, did he want to use him for something? For example, the assassination of Tuoba Yanbin? "The thirteen princes' brains turned extremely fast, and after being reminded by the old man, he already came up with several possibilities in his head.

"One thing is certain, the spy intervened." The old man smiled lightly.

"Does my father-in-law think that the spy is doing something behind my father's back?"

"It's hard to say." The old man narrowed his eyes and said.

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It has been a hundred years since the establishment of this secret spy organization, and its headquarters is located in the underground of the Xixia Palace, the scale is huge, and the complexity of the structure is not much inferior to the palace on the ground, and the leader of the secret spy today is a sixty-year-old man named Lu Jiang, and Li Yuanchang is the second generation of the Western Xia monarch he serves.

Lu Jiang, as Li Yuanchang's personal attendant, almost never leaves, so he spends most of his time in the secret spy headquarters, and there is a room in the headquarters that is dedicated to him as a leader to rest, the room is very secretive, and there are many organs.

At this moment, Lu Jiang Chiguo sat on his bed about the length and width of the coffin board, holding a person in his arms, his withered hands were rubbing back and forth on the woman's white and tender skin, and a pair of eyes flashed with green light.