Xiao Yu personally sent An An back, and left a few elite soldiers to take care of him secretly, and he hurried back to the barracks because he had to deal with the matter.

After this time, An An realized that this is not China in the era of peace, but in the feudal era of the supremacy of privilege, if he is not strong enough and not good enough, then his fate will be like a mustard. Then she has to think carefully about whether she wants to be a rice worm.

Although she had stayed in the special forces barracks, she was really frightened today, if she didn't have any skills, then today, she and Xiao Yu would probably die at the hands of the assassins. Therefore, if a person wants to be a rice worm, he must first have the ability to be a butterfly, so that he can stay in his own small world to live in his spare time, and if necessary, he can also turn into a butterfly to make himself wonderful. Otherwise, you can only be a bed bug to be slaughtered.

In order not to worry her family, she kept it a secret. Xiao Yu can't be by her side at the moment, An An as a soldier understands, but as a woman, she is lonely at the moment.

An An lit a lot of candles in the house, as if this light and softness could drive away the fear and loneliness in her heart. She washed her hands many times today, and still felt that her hands could smell the faint smell of blood, so she took some incense powder and applied her hands again, still feeling trepidated in her heart. Ants in one's pants. Although today's events were unavoidable, An An had no way to calm himself down.

She curled up on the bed and picked up some books to read, trying to distract herself. But she found that she couldn't concentrate.

At this moment, she felt a deep sense of loneliness. It is the kind of loneliness that can't touch the past and can't grasp the present. An An, who has always been optimistic, burst into tears at the moment. It was a kind of impatience that transcended time and space.

When Xiao Yu came to see An An after he was busy, it was already late at night, but he was worried that An An was frightened today, and he didn't feel at ease if he didn't take a look. He landed lightly in An An's boudoir.

At this moment, the candle was bright, and An An hugged herself tightly with both hands and fell asleep against the wall. Tear stains can still be seen on his face. Xiao Yu was worried for a while.

He gently put the sword on the table, walked over and hugged An An in his arms, pulled the quilt again, and then hugged her to sleep.

When it was very bright, An An opened her eyes, but she seemed to feel that she was sleeping with Xiao Yu in her daze, she reached out and touched it, the side of the bed was cold, and no one seemed to have come. But her hand touched a note, and she hurriedly opened it to read: "Don't be afraid, there are people outside to protect you." "It's warm to settle down.

Besides, this morning, Xiao Yu appeared in the court again in good spirits.

The concubine's eyeliner was reported by herself, and the concubine angrily smashed the porcelain all over the room. Gritting his teeth, he said, "Rice bucket, didn't you say the elite dead soldiers? How can it be so vulnerable. The girls stood tremblingly with their heads bowed, and they didn't dare to come out. And the big girl Qiu Shuang beside her in this matter, King Qin's eyeliner had to bite the bullet and say: "Niang Niang, I think this matter should be asked over there as soon as possible to see where there was a mistake?" ”

The concubine gritted her teeth and said: "Go quickly, if you don't give an explanation, I will definitely make him look good."

The girl hurried to report the news.

It's still the old mansion in the east of the city, and the scholar-like person gave the girl a new task. He also passed the letter of the failed assassination of Xiao Yu to the King of Qin.

King Qin received the information five days later, when he learned that none of the 9 elites he had worked so hard to cultivate had killed Xiao Yu, a frustration rose from the bottom of his heart, originally thought that Xiao Yu would not be able to escape this catastrophe even if he was powerful, who knew that this was the result. In that case, it is necessary to expedite the implementation of the second plan.

He squinted his eyes and put pen to paper, and then a messenger set off with his message. But what should not be seen is that the crow outside the house croaked a few times, and he sat fixedly in front of the desk, his eyes sharp and deep, which was a kind of firmness for the emperor's ambition to win, and a passion full of desire for power.

Here, Xiao Yu finished handling political affairs, and thought about all the suspicious people and clues, recently he returned to Beijing, and the Imperial Forest Army carried out a major blood exchange and sorting, and the eyeliner of all parties was cleared a lot, and the combat effectiveness has increased a lot. The defense of the East Palace is solid, and if anyone is said to have caused inconvenience, it is only the King of Qin and the concubine.

King Qin? How are the two related? King Qin has been making frequent small moves recently, could it be that he is really King Qin? The assassins themselves are definitely well-trained elites and not ordinary killers, they are not flexible enough to fight, and they all obey orders, which is definitely a consistent style in the army, but why did King Qin contribute to the concubine, whether it was the crown prince or the king of Jin ascending the throne, it was the same for him? Is it possible? King Qin himself wants to ascend the throne?

Xiao Yu paced back and forth in the room, thinking, and suddenly thought of the girl of the concubine in the east of the city that day, it seemed that he had to investigate.

He deployed his eyeliner to watch the concubine's every move, and then went to the small courtyard in the east of the city to investigate.

After squatting for a few days, I saw the concubine's girl come to connect, as soon as the girl left, the scholar sent a secret letter out, Xiao Yu robbed the letter halfway, read the content and tied it again, sure enough, it was King Qin's person.

The scholar was very well disguised, dancing and writing all day long, occasionally buying paintings and selling words. Xiao Yu followed this clue and discovered many dark lines of King Qin's cloth in Kyoto.

I hurriedly went to the prince to report.

And An An, on the other hand, couldn't take care of it for the time being, although he felt sorry in his heart, he had no time to separate, so he had to silently say sorry.