Xu Yiyao, who lived in the boudoir, heard the wind a little later, but when she heard the news, she felt a little pity.

How could it be missed?

An Chengluo's legs are crippled, and he can't even take care of himself, assassinating such a crippled person, can he miss twice?

Are the current killers so useless?

Although I don't know who sent it, at least An Cheng died, so she didn't have to worry about their marriage every day, and she could take the opportunity to cry miserably in front of the emperor and queen, maybe she could get some other benefits.

But why is the life of this salted fish prince so big?

He can't be killed twice by assassination, does he have a fairy body?

Concubine Ling heard that the emperor had given An Chengluo another reward, and she was already very angry, and when she heard that the reward had just arrived in King An's mansion, the eleventh prince was assassinated again!

Concubine Ling fainted on the spot.

Halo!

The eunuchs and palace maids in the entire Huaqing Palace were all like ants on a hot pot, and they asked the imperial doctor to inform the emperor.

At the deep palace annex.

"Idiot! Rubbish! ”

"The queen mother is angry."

"It's just a miss, on the cusp of this storm, you still dare to assassinate in broad daylight, was that assassin kicked in the brain by a donkey?"

"The queen mother's lesson is extreme."

"Why don't you get her to stop yet."

"Generally, killers like this have their own style of acting, and now Erchen has lost contact with that assassin."

"What?" When the man heard this, he was anxious and said, "Does she know you?" Does she know who you are? ”

"At that time, in order to show sincerity, it was Erchen who went to see her in person, but Erchen didn't expect that Fei Ye, who was the third on the list of dignified killers, would miss when he went to kill An Chengluo, that wasted person."

"That little is extraordinary in your father's heart, and it is impossible to say that there is a master arranged by your father by his side. That person already knows who you are, and now she has failed to assassinate you, and she must die so that she doesn't expose herself! ”

"To deal with the people of the rivers and lakes, you have to use the people of the rivers and lakes, Erchen has already ordered the dead to find the top of the gold medal killer list, but this person has always seen the head and the end of the dragon, I am afraid it will be a little difficult."

"If you can't find the top of the list, find the second one, and then find a group of strong enough ones, solve this hidden danger first, and then find a way to get rid of that little scumbag, this time, you must not come forward in person."

"Yes, this time the retainers will be cautious."

"Go out of the palace quickly, don't stay in the palace for too long."

"Yes, the retainers are retired."

Regardless of the turmoil in the outside world, An Chengluo stayed in King An's mansion, and slept hard to upgrade the apocalypse.

Now outside the dormitory of An Chengluo, there is a guard standing every three steps, guarding the entire dormitory tightly, and there is Jiangling himself guarding the palace.

Although Gangneung has average skills, he can still warn people outside the temple in times of crisis.

An Chengluo slept soundly, he was assassinated last night, and he was assassinated again in the morning, which caused him a mental blow and attrition, which made him sleep very peacefully.

Safe?

The eleventh prince's heart is so wide!

Knowing that there was an assassin waiting to assassinate him all the time, he could still sleep peacefully!

I slept for six hours, and when I woke up, it was already midnight, and Jiang Ling ordered his subordinates to quickly bring a meal, and after An Chengluo finished eating, he asked Jiang Ling to push him to walk around the yard.

This time, it's safe!

No one came to assassinate him, and there was no arrow that suddenly flew from somewhere.

An Chengluo felt bored, so he went back to sleep!

It's three hours of sleep!

Jiang Ling is worried in his heart, and the prince is too good to sleep! Of the twelve hours a day, he slept for nine hours, and for the remaining three hours he was assassinated except for food.

It was such a thrilling day!

There are only eleven hours left before the apocalypse upgrade, An Chengluo secretly cheers himself up, and he can upgrade after sleeping for another day!

Sleep one more day!

Without the support and consumption of high-grade medicinal materials, An Chengluo was almost about to vomit, but fortunately, the thousand-year-old Ganoderma lucidum of the Hua Shen Doctor had subtracted a hundred hours from him, otherwise these 100 hours could really make him sleep until he talked about "sleeping" and changing color!

Maybe one day, when someone asks him if he wants to sleep, he will drag that person out and behead him in a fit of rage!

An Chengluo, who really couldn't sleep, sat in a wheelchair in a daze, and it wasn't until a long time later that he sighed slightly.

It's unbelievable to think of everything that's happened lately.

For many years, he never thought he would be able to stand up.

"Gangneung, don't let anyone in." An Chengluo commanded.

Gangneung nodded yes.

Seeing An Chengluo walk to the bookshelf, gently turn a finely carved jade faucet ornament on the bookshelf, there was a soft "click", and the wall next to the bookshelf slowly revealed a secret passage.

Jiang Ling's breathing instantly became rapid, and he became extremely excited as he watched his prince walk into the secret passage.

It's been five years!

Since the prince injured his leg, he has never set foot in the secret room, and the prince actually entered it today! Jiangling knew very well what it meant for An Chengluo to enter the secret room.

An Chengluo entered the secret passage at the same time, and lightly pressed a mechanism at the entrance of the secret passage, and instantly revealed a whole row of egg-sized night pearls from the wall, illuminating the entire secret passage.

The secret passage is about two meters wide, even if the two of them walk side by side, it is more than enough, the secret passage is downhill, An Cheng walked about fifty meters, and then passed through the secret passage and came to a dark room.

In the darkroom, there were rows of bookshelves, and the shelves were full of books, all of which were covered with a thick layer of dust.

An Chengluo walked straight through the rows of bookshelves and came to another dark room, the whole dark room was very spacious, but only a stone sculpture was placed in the center of the dark room.

The stone sculpture is a coiled dragon, and the dragon's head is aimed at the door of the dark room, and countless wax pills are scattered around the stone carving, piled up like a hill.

An Chengluo lowered his body and picked up a wax pill casually, crushed it, and wrapped a small note inside.

If you look closely, you can see that the above account actually happened more than two years ago. An Chengluo glanced at the mountains of wax pills again, and shook his head with a wry smile.

has been making salted fish for the past five years, but it has really made him waste too many things.

Some people are coming back.

It's only five years later, are these people still as loyal to him as they were at the beginning?

An Chengluo walked out of the dark room and walked towards a bookcase.

There is still a pen, ink, paper and inkstone on the bookcase, but five years have passed, and it has long been hidden under the dust.

An Chengluo waved his sleeves and swept away the dust on the table, and suddenly the dust and smoke were everywhere, and he had to cover his nose and retreat a few steps. When the dust settled, he stepped forward again, picked up the ink strip and grinded the ink without hurrying.

Thoughts have long wandered to the point where they don't know.

By the time An Chengluo threw a new wax pill into the dragon's mouth, it was already three hours later.

Where the wax pills were sent with the dragon's mouth, only An Chengluo knew, and the person who collected the wax pills knew.

How could he be unprepared for the storm?