And in the direction of the sword, there is a middle-aged man standing with a cloth coat, isn't it the storyteller just now? There was a sneer on the corner of his mouth, the folding fan in his hand slowly unfolded little by little, and his voice was completely different from when he was telling the story just now, far younger and more demonic than his appearance, "Today's harvest is really a lot, I have seen Daxiang's Junjie all over!" ”

Although he was not masked, he wore a human skin mask with no flaws.

As he spoke, he saw the folding fan in his hand fly out, and a row of sharp iron needles appeared on the edge of the fan, whistling past everyone's eyes, and suddenly the iron needles flew out and scattered in all directions.

Zhao Ling hugged Murong Xun and turned around to protect her behind him, while swinging his sword at the same time to cut off two iron needles.

Thinking that this person didn't intend that the iron needle would hurt anyone, the folding fan returned to his hand, he held the handle of the fan, and looked at Zhao Che with a cold face like frost, "My respected Emperor Daxiang, we will see you again." At that time, perhaps, you will be mine...... Prisoner! ”

"Presumptuous!" Zhao Ling shouted angrily, "Shameless rats, they don't even dare to show their true faces when they are sneaky, and they dare to make a big deal here!" ”

"Do you think that my Daxiang is from you who come and go whenever you want?" Zhao Che said slowly, with an irresistible domineering and majesty in his voice.

The middle-aged man couldn't help but squint at Zhao Che, stroked his palms and smiled: "Interesting!" As he spoke, he suddenly heard a few loud noises, and several chains fell from the roof of the building, with iron claws locked at the ends, and several black-clothed people quickly slid down the chains and landed in front of the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man was escorted by two men in black to retreat, and the rest of the men in black entangled several people.

A strong evil aura appeared on the black-clothed man opposite, and even looking at the dappled sunlight seemed to reveal a gloomy atmosphere, and his well-trained was also significantly different from the group of black-clothed people in front of him.

The man in black had a clear goal, and his moves were all directed towards Zhao Che.

Murong Yao pulled Murong Xun to Shangguan Zixuan's side and said to him, "Take care of my sister!" After speaking, he moved on his toes, turned up a long sword on the ground, and joined the battle with Zhao Hui and Zhao Ling.

Murong Xun watched every move on the field tightly, these black-clothed people were really ruthless, even if a few swordsmanship masters joined forces, they couldn't gain the upper hand, and the battle situation was stalemate for a while.

The man in black is obviously well-trained, and his tricks are very important, and he is even more seamless in his cooperation. I saw one person and one false move, which caused Zhao Che to lean back, and at the same time, another man in black attacked Zhao Che. And everything was like a replay, I saw Zhao Ling quickly pick out the blade in the hand of one person, throw the long sword, and firmly insert it into the black-clothed man who was about to stab at Zhao Che. The difference is that Zhao Ling, who has no weapons and has revealed flaws in his moves, was stabbed in the back by a person.

The sword stabbed through his back and out of his chest, and drops of blood fell to the ground from the tip of the sword.

"Lord Wang!"

"Seventh brother!" Zhao Che shouted, kicked over the black-clothed man in front of him, rushed to Zhao Ling, and hugged his slowly sliding body.

At this time, a group of soldiers broke into the White Crane Tower as if falling from the sky.

The men in black didn't have the slightest mood of war, and the moment the soldiers broke in, they left one after another. At this time, Chang'an Yin Ling, who was dressed in a reddish-brown Pixiu official robe, wiped the sweat on his head, and hurriedly trotted in, and saw the King of Qin, who was seriously injured and pale as snow in the house, and the emperor with a dark expression and blue tendons on his forehead, suddenly his feet were weak, and he sat on the ground, and it took a long time to react, "The minister sees Your Majesty, the minister is late to save the driver, and the crime deserves death!" ”

Zhao Che glanced at Yin Ling sharply, and his tone was cold to the limit, "You really deserve to die!" ”

Zhao Ling was wearing dark clothes today, and I saw that the color of the large piece of fabric on his chest gradually darkened, and his face turned even pale.

And Shangguan Zixuan immediately stepped forward, clicked on Zhao Ling's several big holes, and said to Zhao Che with a serious expression: "The injury is too fierce, it should be healed quickly!" ”

Zhao Che's expression was still cold, "No matter what the price is, I want you to cure King Qin!" ”

"Do your best!"

After that, Zhao Ling was sent away in a hurry, and some guards were checking the identity of the fallen man in black, and the scene was chaotic for a while.

"I'm frightened, I'll send you back!" Murong Yao said lightly, the corners of his mouth curled, it seemed that he was in a good mood, and the color of his eyes was faintly flickering.

"Judging by you, I thought you were the assassin today!" Murong Xun straightened his shirt and pulled a trace of hair hanging down from his cheeks.

"I don't have the ability to calculate that I will meet the emperor and prince of Weifu here today!"

"Then the little sister is here to congratulate the eldest brother on his imminent success!" Murong Xun lifted the hem of her skirt, stepped over the threshold, and turned back to Murong Yao and said.

"It's too early to say this, everything will be premised on the safety of King Qin!" The corners of Murong Yao's mouth still maintained a slight curve, "You don't want to know who sent the assassin?" ”

Murong Xun paused, looked sideways at Murong Yao, and looked into his eyes fixedly. He has thick black eyebrows and eyes, fair skin, white teeth with a faint color, and a smile at the corner of his mouth, which is very charming. If it weren't for the identity of the concubine, Murong Xun believed that this man, who was still an excellent man, would definitely shine with dazzling light and make the entire Daxiang pay attention.

"King Qin...... Although this move is dangerous, it is a clever move! Murong Yao shook the fan and smiled, his smile was hidden behind the fan, revealing a pair of eyes that were slightly squinted, like a fox.

Hearing this, a sneer also appeared on Murong Xun's lips.

Shangguan Zixuan came back in the middle of the night, he came back in the bleak moonlight tiredly, saw the girl under the begonia tree, and was stunned, the bright moonlight sprinkled down, through the girl's white clothes, a thin layer of light yarn seemed to be draped, the girl leaned on the trunk, holding a white porcelain and blue bottom wine bottle in one hand, and a matching wine glass in the other, drinking alone to the moon.

For Murong Xun, today's events still made her have a certain stir, Zhao Che, and the appearance in her memory has not changed in the slightest, she thought that she hated sharply, but in front of him she was still overwhelmed, but those days and nights who tortured her like ghosts kept reminding her that the man in front of her was your enemy, the enemy who did not share the sky.

Zhao Che, if I am in hell, you can come to hell to accompany me!

Pick up the wine glass and drink it all, the spicy and mellow aroma on the tip of the tongue are entangled.

"Why haven't you slept yet?" Shangguan Zixuan stepped forward and said.

"What's wrong with King Qin?" Murong Xun glanced at him lightly. Her complexion was snow-white, her lips were pale and her eyes were black and shining under the moonlight, but there was a smell of dust.

"Although the location of the wound is extremely sensitive because of excessive blood loss, King Qin is a person who practices martial arts, and his foundation is good, but there is no danger to his life, but he is still unconscious, but it is said that it has been a matter of the past few days."

"Oh!" Murong Xun replied lightly, and then turned around and went back to the room. Leaving Shangguan alone is inexplicable, I can't understand that she didn't sleep so late just to ask such a sentence?

Following. The weather, which had been sunny for some time, suddenly became a little gloomy, like the face of a woman in the twilight, oppressive and dull. It wasn't until he got out of Shangguan Zixuan's courtyard and walked alone on the street for a while that Murong Xun was sure that King Qin's people had all withdrawn, but he didn't know why.

The bustling street market, with thousands of red dust, is full of people, shoulder to shoulder. Murong Xun doesn't know when he started to develop the habit, if he walks in the market, he likes to observe the expressions of everyone who passes by.

About the happiness and disappointment of life are only a minority, most of the time it is ordinary, so most people's expressions are expressionless.

However, a young girl caught her attention. The woman was no more than fifteen or sixteen years old, wearing dirty and shabby gray men's cloth clothes, wide clothes, but could not hide her delicate figure, her face was probably deliberately blackened, and the original appearance could not be seen, but a pair of eyes were very watery, with a faint blue color, from the inside you can see the calm and fierce beyond her age.

Lying next to her against the wall was a seriously ill old man with a gray beard, who was about her grandfather, and saw the girl talking to the old man with her head down, revealing a circle of white skin on the back of her neck. That kind of whiteness is obviously different from the whiteness of the Central Plains women. Isn't this girl a Hu person?

Murong Xun looked at it silently. But I saw a person walking in front of the girl in a hurry, and although the movements were fast, they all fell into her eyes. The pedestrian just now stuffed a note to the girl.

The girl looked around, and when she saw that no one was paying attention to her, she bowed her head again and said a few words to the old man, and then got up to leave.

Murong Xun followed the girl into an alley. I saw a middle-aged man appear at the end of the alley, and the moment he looked at the middle-aged man, Murong Xun was stunned for a moment, wasn't this person the one who appeared in Shangguan Zixuan's courtyard early yesterday morning?

The middle-aged man bowed his head and talked to the girl, making intimate movements from time to time. Although the girl didn't say anything, judging from her frowning eyebrows, she was very disgusted by the man's movements in her heart. After the explanation, the man finally left, and it was obvious that the girl seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, and her tense back was relaxed.

The sly eyes looked around again, and the girl left.

Murong Xun squatted on top of the house on the side, looking at the direction where the girl left with a calm gaze, wondering in his heart, who is this girl, and what is the identity of this middle-aged man?

However, at this time, he suddenly felt a hot air with a high temperature coming from his stamina, and the next moment, Murong Xun fell into the arms of a hot man, "Fragrant...... It smells so good! A low, dream-like hoarse voice sounded from behind.

Murong Xun was startled, struck an elbow, got up, jumped to the side, and shouted angrily: "What person! ”

I saw that the figure in front of me was about seventeen or eighteen years old, half-leaning on the eaves, his right hand constantly rubbing his chest that was hurt by Murong Xun, and his left hand supporting his body. He lowered his head and mumbled inaudibly.