Hearing An Xuexin's words, Ling Xiaoxiang's heart suddenly became a little unhappy, but what could she do, the princess who used to have no restrictions has now fallen to this point.

The lights in the side room were finally extinguished as the moon rose a little bit.

Lan Hanxian still has a notebook on his side that has not been reviewed.

"Alas, Lord Zhong, you should also persuade the prime minister to stop in moderation, you look at the prime minister's daily notebook, it will only be more, not less, and the prime minister's health is getting worse and worse. The old servant who had been transporting the notebook all the year round was also a little worried.

Zhong Lijun also sighed, but this is what he must do as a prime minister: "Our prime minister is not the same as the previous prime minister. ”

The old servant also understood, and he nodded, with some pity in his eyes, and pulled the cart that carried the notebook out.

Two soldiers were also in the vehicle carrying the notebooks, which were to be transported to the post station and then distributed to various places through the post station.

It was late at night, and the old servant was walking down the avenue with the cart.

"The night is dark and the wind is high, beware of the candle ......"

It's such a familiar sound every night, but the strange thing today is that this sound only rang three times in succession, and then it was interrupted, and under normal circumstances, it would have been shouted for more than an hour.

The old servant didn't think much of it, he drove the horses, and the horses were a little lazy and walked slowly ahead.

But at this time, all of a sudden, the horse was gone.

The light of the stars in the sky was obscured by the moonlight, but the moon was slowly obscured by dark clouds.

The road, which was originally bright, suddenly fell into darkness.

The old servant patted the horse, and then urged, "Go quickly, for the hour is coming soon." ”

But the horse still didn't move, it just stood there, and didn't even lift its feet.

When the old servant pushed the horse, it fell unexpectedly to the ground with a heavy sound.

And at this time, the old servant was frightened, for he clearly asked for a burst of blood, and blood was constantly flowing from the horses on the ground.

He was about to turn his head to call the two guards behind him, but found that the soldier had also fallen to the ground, unconscious, as if dead.

Everything fell silent at this time, and the old servant's loud shout was frightened at the slightest sound.

In front of him, three men wearing black masks appeared, he couldn't see what the man's face looked like, but he subconsciously said that this was the person who robbed.

He also took two steps back, nervously holding the car with one hand trembling.

"This is the stuff of the Prime Minister's Mansion, not the stuff of the common people. The old servant said loudly.

The man in black who walked in front listened to the old servant's words, but smiled, although his laughter was very soft, but there was a evil spirit.

The streets here are paved with processed stones, so even the best shoes will make you feel sound when you walk on them.

The footsteps were getting closer and closer to the old servant, and his hand holding the pole of the carriage was getting tighter and tighter, and the sweat on his body could not help but flow.

The black-clothed man in the mask stopped some distance away from him, he smiled, and then said, "How can the people of Pingming use such good horses, I will intercept you today." ”

The old servant's pupils kept dilating, and he was very afraid.

The man in black held the hilt of the sword in his hand, and then waved it slightly, making a mark in the air, and then, a burst of blood spurted out, and the old servant's wide-eyed head had already fallen to the ground, and his hand holding the carriage pole still did not let go.

"My lord, do we need to take these notebooks with us?" asked a man in black.

The man in black who led the way said in a cold voice, "Set a fire and burn it." ”

"Good ......"

The flames were extinguished after ten minutes, and all that remained on the avenue was the smell of burnt things.

In the middle of the night at the post station, the head of the post station was pacing back and forth at the door, and the prime minister's office would send vehicles to transport the notebook every day, but today it was already this hour, and he didn't come, which was something that had never happened since the new prime minister took office for a few years.

The other officials of the post station naturally knew what the boss was worried about, and an official stepped forward and said to the boss: "Boss, do we need to send someone to the Prime Minister's Mansion to see what is going on." ”

The head of the matter stopped, he glanced at the sky with some sorrow, he couldn't see the stars at this time, so naturally there was no way to judge the time, he could estimate that this time point was also very late.

"I heard that the prime minister has been on leave for a long time and has not been to the court, maybe the prime minister is unwell. The boss sighed, then lowered his voice and said.

The official slapped the palm of the other hand with the back of one hand: "Why don't you bless good people on this day?" ”

"Okay, okay, now I will tell you to go down, so that those carriages can go, and don't delay things here, and I will go to the Prime Minister's Mansion tomorrow morning to see in person." The manager commanded helplessly.

"Good. The official agreed, and ordered to go down, and ordered the carriages carrying the goods to leave, after all, if they delayed one post for a while, it would lead to the delay of the next series of post stations, and if they delayed it any longer, they could not afford to delay.

The night was long, but it was still morning, and on this day, dark clouds still covered the sky, and the whole world looked gloomy.

"Lord Zhong, it's not good!" At this time, before Zhong Lijun got up, his door was knocked a few times, Zhong Lijun opened his eyes in a daze and looked, the room was still dim.

"It's not dawn yet, what's it called!" Zhong Lijun shouted loudly, his anger when he got up was probably the most serious in the Prime Minister's Mansion.

"Lord Zhong, something happened. A young servant outside the door then shouted.

Zhong Lijun got up from the bed impatiently, and then touched the black door to open it, he really didn't know what else could happen to this Prime Minister's Mansion, this is a place that even the Xuanwu Palace has to respect.

As soon as he opened the door, the hall in front of him was bright, and the strings of lights had been lit, and the light pierced him a little too much.