"The soldiers are divided into two ways, all the way to chase that weird guy, all the way into the nave, be sure to complete the task!"

Great, just chase it! Qingjiang turned back as he ran, and saw that the enemy army was divided into two teams, one team chased after him with a glimmer of light, and the other team rushed straight into the middle hall with the imperial dragon.

Naive, do you really think that there is no preparation in the nave? He sneered, pretending to run slowly and swinging his knife to cut down a few approaching enemy soldiers, and after most of the enemy troops caught up, he turned his head and continued to run, and his long hair tied into a ponytail let the enemy shave off a few strands, and fell into the pure white snow as thick and black as the sky, and he was stabbed a few times on his back and shoulder, but he didn't feel pain when he was excited.

The figure in a blue night coat, a white shawl and a high ponytail ran quickly forward, and the enemy was led by him into a rather inconspicuous-looking courtyard. The little commander felt that something was wrong in his heart, Qingjiang had already rushed into the house in a flash, and a group of partners around him had already rushed in, so he had to be pushed forward and enter the house together.

The house was large, and its appearance looked rather old, incompatible with the glamorous and luxurious Prince's Mansion, the doors and windows around the house were closed to block the snow, and the house was pitch black without even a little light, and the vision was suddenly blinded by darkness, and a group of enemy troops were scurrying around the house like headless flies.

Finally, someone took out a fire fold and lit it, and immediately shot a crossbow arrow from above to shoot him, and as soon as the fire was extinguished, the enemy army suddenly became chaotic again, some people shouted that there was an ambush on the roof beam, some people exclaimed how the door was locked, and some people just found that there was a large amount of dry firewood piled up in the house, and a group of people groped for the pillar to go up the roof beam, and the scene was chaotic.

Qingjiang was indeed hiding on the roof beam, and the arrow just now was also shot by him, and was it lit in the dark and placed as an arrow target? Fools light fires in the dark. Qingjiang squatted on the roof beam and watched coldly at the humans who wanted to climb up, while the chaotic aura after steady running made his eyes brown again, and at the same time he thought that this group of people was really the pro-soldiers trained by the Five Princes with a lot of silver? I don't even know what the hell I'm training if it's not suitable for lighting a fire in the dark? It's still an elite...

With a blink of his eyes, he jumped off the beam of the house while he was unprepared, quietly slaughtered a few enemy soldiers, and then quietly opened the door and left. Outside the house, there was already a large amount of firewood piled up, and the firewood was wet as if it had just been fished out of the water. Several hidden soldiers had black medicinal cloths on their faces and hid next to firewood with knives.

"Do you want to burn it now?" The subordinate asked Qingjiang.

"Wait for the signal from the nave to come, and then burn." Qingjiang back.

The situation in the middle hall was not much better than outside, Qingjiang handed over the middle hall to Cai Silin to deal with, so the little marquis decided to remove all the personnel in the middle hall, leaving only the crown princess alone in the room, and he led a group of hidden troops to hide in the tree.

Not long after, they really heard the footsteps of a group of people, Cai Xiaohou's face twitched slightly, and he didn't even deliberately hide the footsteps, it should be said that he would not hide it. But I heard that this is the elite of the Five Princes' Mansion, and the elite will not be trained enough? The little marquis was doing brain exercises, staring at the courtyard under the tree with his eyes.

There is still no one on the way to the middle hall, and there is no way to tie up a maid Xiao Si to threaten to ask for directions, and the enemy army has a question mark, could it be that the task has long been exposed and people have prepared in advance? It's impossible... This night attack was only planned three days ago, and there is no one in the world who can be so unpredictable.

A group of people sneaked all the way but didn't see half a person, touched the nave, several houses appeared in front of them, the carved beams and paintings were quite luxurious, and the most fortunate thing was that there was a light in the house.

"There!"

The door of the nave was opened, and Fang Liangzhen slowly appeared in front of everyone, wearing a light yellow embroidered plum brocade long skirt, wearing a snow-white fox fur, and the white fox skin was shiny and reflective in the dark night. The woman is petite, and her eyes are shining and agile like a pool of autumn water when she stands on the street.

"Presumptuous! You know what this place is! ”

"Of course." The leader sneered, "Obediently hand over Prince Ying, and Grandpa Ben can give you the whole corpse." ”

"Prince Ying is long dead." Fang Liangzhen said coldly, "Leave now, don't give your life in vain!" ”

"It is not yet known who died." The man laughed, raised his sword and roared forward, "Brothers! Whoever takes down this woman's head will be rewarded with ten thousand taels of gold and silver! ”

The enemy suddenly cheered up, a group of people raised their steps and rushed forward, I don't know who accidentally stepped on a branch, a huge trap appeared on the bluestone floor in front of the nave in an instant, and this group of people happened to stand on the range of the pit...

Rumble!

"Ahh

The trap is more than two feet deep, it is full of sharp spears, these people who went down just happened to be skewered into human flesh, the lucky ones were pierced on the spot and killed, and the bad ones had half a life to survive, and the wailing and screaming in the pit were endless, and a few people who were lucky enough not to fall into the pit hurriedly wanted to retreat, but they didn't expect a group of black-clothed people to jump down from the big tree behind them, and they couldn't help but start attacking them.

At the gate, he was wiped out in a wave, and when he entered the mansion, he was taken away by Qingjiang, and most of the other half fell into the trap pit, and there was not much left of the remaining enemy personnel.

Cai Silin took out a special flute and put it to his mouth and blew it vigorously, and then led his subordinates to jump down the tree and fight with the group of enemy soldiers.

Fang Liangzhen coldly watched the hidden army below fight with the enemy army, blood and internal organs of severed limbs splattered all over the ground, and the smell of blood was so strong that it was almost disgusting. She barely bothered herself, her hands clenched into fists in her wide-sleeved robe, and no one noticed her calves trembling so much in the dim light that she could barely stand.

A group of people in the West Garden stared intently at the house in front of them, the enemy troops were all trapped in Qingjiang, the doors and windows were locked, only a few dilapidated roof tile holes on the roof remained, the house was stuffy and dark, and the enemy was trying to break the door. Suddenly, Qingjiang's ears moved, the flute sound was difficult to distinguish to the human ear, but it was difficult to kill Fu Fushen, who had a keen hearing, Qingjiang raised a light smile, looking at the house where there was a constant sound of bumping, and he took a torch to light the pile of wet firewood outside the house. A large amount of white smoke was emitted from the firewood, and the people in the house were choking on the smoke and coughing, and their consciousness became more and more blurred.

The sound of the impact slowly slowed down, Qingjiang glanced at the burning firewood, and ordered his subordinates: "Pour oil." ”

The fire instantly grew larger, and half of the sky burned in the dark night was red.

"This smoke... There is sweat medicine..."The commander lay on the floor and covered his mouth and nose with a cloth towel and still kept coughing, even if he immediately lay down, he still inhaled a lot of drugs, and the firewood that had been soaked in the drug became smoke when it was hot, and his companions around him had fallen asleep, and he desperately crawled to the door, and his tentacles were actually hot and burned through the skin of his hands.

"Urn... In the urn... Turtle catching... We... I've been tricked..."

He used up the last of his strength to shake the doors and windows, but the windows that had been nailed down did not move at all, and he felt so desperate that the temperature in the room was getting higher and higher... Getting higher and higher...