At this time, it was already the beginning of the hour, Heng Xinyuan because of talking with the ministers about the recent snow disaster in the south, so he postponed it until now to leave the palace, the golden palace and the city courtyard in the daytime, but at this moment under a dark cloud, it looked gloomy, walking alone on the road leading to the palace gate, on the brick-red city wall, his shadow was stretched for a long time.

After a few heavy snowfalls, there was still snow on the wall that had not yet melted, and there were still shiny snow pillars hanging on the eaves, and the cold wind was cold, Heng Xinyuan couldn't help but wrap his coat tighter and speed up his pace a little.

The guard at the gate of the city was shivering with cold, his ears were red and purple, he hurriedly handed over his palace card, thanked him a few times, and trotted all the way to the carriage he had hired.

At the end of Tongque Lane, outside a tavern, an upon-horse-drawn carriage was waiting.

Heng Xinyuan's hands and feet were already frozen stiff, and he just wanted to hurry back home at this time, so he didn't have time to communicate with the coachman, so he got in.

"Let's go." He reached out and let out a hot breath.

The coachman did not respond, just raised his horsewhip and sped away towards the suburbs.

On a sheep intestine path, the sound of the past is gone, the sound of the wind is mixed with the sound of falling leaves, blowing finely, it seems particularly desolate and quiet, through the moonlight that slightly penetrates through the window, he took out a fold from his arms, and wants to think about it, the disaster relief strategy discussed by the ministers today.

However, when a bright light entered the carriage, his eyes fell sharply on the curtain, on which there were a few drops of bright red blood, because the curtain was also red, so he did not notice it when he got into the carriage.

He sensed that something was wrong, and quietly wiped the blood droplets with his hand, but they had not yet coagulated, which showed that these few drops of blood had only been made not long ago.

But when I returned to the palace in the past, I rode in this carriage, and there could be nothing unusual.

His eyes flashed, and he suddenly remembered that when he got into the car just now, he inadvertently looked down and saw the coachman's boots, which didn't seem to be wearing them ordinarily, but a pair of official boots.

Unless, this is not his coachman!

As soon as he thought of this, Heng Xinyuan's hair on his body stood up, his scalp was hairy, he suppressed the fear in his heart, lifted the curtain, pretended that nothing had happened, and said with a smile, "Uncle Chen, you stop first, I have some urgency, I want to make it easier." ”

He looked at the person who was driving from behind with cold eyes, and sure enough, his figure was much wider than Uncle Chen, but he kept his hat down tightly, and he couldn't distinguish his face.

"It's almost there, you can wait a little longer." He replied quickly, as if he was afraid of being discovered.

Heng Xinyuan deliberately covered his stomach and sighed, "Hey, Uncle Chen, I really can't hold it back, I've had a bad stomach these days......"

The man thought for a moment, but slowly stopped the carriage on the side of the road, and sat on the carriage with his face turned sideways and waited for him.

Heng Xinyuan hurriedly ran towards a jungle next to him, thinking in his heart, no matter who this person is at the moment, in short, he must be unfavorable to himself, so it is better to escape quickly.

But before he ran fifty meters, he was stopped by a man in black who fell from the sky, the man was masked, and asked with a sneer, "Lord Heng, it's cold at night, if you don't go home, where are you going?" ”

It's over, I can't run now......

Heng Xinyuan took two steps back, quickly turned around and fled in the opposite direction, but as soon as he turned his face, he saw the coachman just now holding a dagger, standing in the jungle, staring at him like death.

"Master Heng, aren't you in a hurry to urinate, why did you run so far?"

Heng Xinyuan tried his best to calm himself down, and asked in a loud voice, "Who are you?" What do you want to do! What about Uncle Chen! ”

The "coachman" waved the dagger in his hand, reflecting a blinding light, "Kill." ”

"You killed Uncle Chen!" Heng Xinyuan's eyes began to tremble, and despair gradually appeared in his heart, it seemed that he would not be able to escape tonight.

"If we don't kill him, how can we get you out of the city?" As they spoke, they struck him one after the other, clenching the dagger and hilt of the sword in their hands by the way.

If he was a teenager, these two killers were not Heng Xinyuan's opponents at all, he only needed to use a little success to defeat these two people, but after the events of that year, his internal strength was completely gone, and he could almost be called powerless, and he wanted to escape unless he gave birth to a pair of wings.

"Wait a minute, since I have to die tonight, can you let me know who is trying so hard to get rid of me?" He laughed twice, and he had to be a ghost when he died.

But the two were obviously well-trained professional killers, and they didn't say a word about Shangfeng's affairs, raised their knives and shouted, and then pounced on him.

The blade went straight to Heng Xinyuan's eyebrows, and he could almost see his desperate and shocked eyes through the neat and shiny knife surface, and in an instant, all he thought about was Wan Bingyu.

If she didn't have herself, would she be able to live safely......

Slowly closed his eyes, his heart suddenly calmed, but a moment passed, he only heard two terrible screams in the air, and when he opened his eyes again, the two killers with hideous faces had fallen to the ground, and there was a short blood mark on their necks, but they were killed with a knife.

His legs went limp, and he almost fell to the ground, and a few drops of sweat instantly flowed from his head.

After reciting Amitabha Buddha silently a few times, he looked around calmly, and suddenly shouted, "Zhao Yanyi! How did you end up here! ”

It turned out that the person who flew down just now and killed the two killers was actually Uncle Zhao's son, Zhao Yanyi.

He put his sword back into its sheath, ran over, and helped Heng Xinyuan, "Are you okay?" ”

"I'm fine...... Why are you here, though. He asked curiously, it was so late now, he couldn't have passed by by accident.

Sure enough, Zhao Yanyi frowned secretly and whispered, "It was my father who asked me to come, he knew that you would be in danger tonight, let's not talk about it, let's leave quickly." ”

After saying that, he helped Heng Xin to get into the carriage and drove away.

At this time, Wan Bingyu couldn't sit still at home, and the two candles were burned, but her husband was still missing.

was thinking about putting on his clothes and going out to take a look, but as soon as he opened the door, he saw Zhao Yanyi helping Heng Xinyuan and walking in slowly step by step.

"What's wrong?" She hurriedly ran forward, looked at Heng Xin's distant face like a white paper, and asked worriedly.

"On the way back just now, he met a killer and almost ......" Zhao Yanyi just wanted to explain it to her, but was stopped by Heng Xinyuan's look, he didn't want her to worry about himself.

smiled slightly, "It's okay, fortunately, Yan Yi came in time, and I was able to come back safe and sound." ”

Wan Bingyu's eyes suddenly turned red, his nose was sore, and he almost burst into tears, "Who is it?" ”