There are master dead soldiers in Nanyi who assassinated Li Feng'an, and there are dead soldiers who assassinated Yan Mao, and there are dead soldiers who came to assassinate Xiang Yun, are the dead soldiers in the entire Great Xia in the hands of the Nanyi Ping clan? How is it possible, a small Nanyi, the dead soldiers of Great Xia are in their hands.

Of course, Li Min doesn't believe this statement, but the people need an explanation to appease.

Li Min's eyes fell on the incense burner on the table, in addition to the incense ash and paper ash, the letters from the eldest lady were all here.

Yan Mao's eldest lady was very sad and angry, and learned that Li Min and Lin Qian were supporting Li San to take charge of Jiannan Dao, and the eldest lady was very relieved, and let him and Lin Qian make all the decisions, with only one request, let Xiang Yun leave Jiannan Dao.

The eldest lady doesn't like Xiang Yun, this Li Min has already found out, Yuan Ji guessed in the letter that the eldest lady was angry with Xiang Yun because of Yan Mao's death, and the coarse man always doesn't understand intuition.

Li Min changed his hand and held his chin, it was not easy to let Xiang Yun leave Jiannan Dao, it would be chilling without a legitimate reason, after all, Xiang Yun was the most trusted person in everyone's eyes, so he could only keep people in Jiannan Dao for the time being.

The assassination appeared at this time, and it felt weird.

Judging from the description, this assassin was not the Kennan Dao style he was familiar with, Yuan Ji didn't have any reminder, and the eldest lady didn't mention it at all.

Intellectually his guess is unreasonable, but it's an annoying intuition.....

Li Min knocked on his head, didn't think about it, and called someone to order: "If you catch the assassin, bring me first." ”

What this sentence means, the entourage is very clear, and there is no doubt about receiving the order, whoever sits in the lobby of the government is the rule.

The city where the assassination took place did not fall into chaos, the search was carried out in secret, the streets were still full of people, and the restaurant and tea shop had more conversation.

"That assassin is a master."

"He just hit three times and then ran away, a villain who can only assassinate if he is lucky."

The people in the restaurant discussed the Assassins, pointing to a portrait posted in the hall with a young head.

Although it is a simple brushstroke, it still presents handsome facial features.

"How did such a good-looking man become an assassin?" The woman who was selling wine looked at the portrait and said.

Someone walked in front of the portrait and blocked the view, and the woman was a little displeased, and her eyes fell on the person, and the displeasure disappeared immediately.

This is a good-looking young man with flowers on his sideburns, a brocade robe on his body, and a shining sword hanging from his waist.

The young man stopped and glared into the hall, as if he didn't know where to sit.

"There are boxes on the second floor, small halls, and charcoal fires are also smokeless." The woman offered to introduce.

The young man looked at her, smiled and nodded his thanks, and strode up the stairs over the portrait, where the shopkeeper gave enthusiastic guidance by the staircase, and the woman watched the young man mingle with the guests up and down, and her wine was also ready, and the woman looked at the portrait of the assassin again: "A good-looking person should walk like this, and it is a pity to be a thief who does not see the light of day." ”

Xiang Qiu sat down at the small table on the second floor, reached out and pushed open the window, and the hustle and bustle of the street and the scenery rushed in.

"The view we have here is the best." The shop guy enthusiastically introduced, "You can see Xiling Snow Mountain." ”

"Does the window contain a thousand autumn snow in Xiling? Is that what I wrote here. Xiang said to the beard, raised his sleeve, "Serve good wine." ”

Just like this kind of young man who loves wind and snowy nights, the shopkeeper shouted loudly to drink good wine and turned away.

Xiang Qiu glanced at the Xiling Snow Mountain in the distance, although he had other important things to do now, but the beautiful scenery should not be ignored, accompanied by a glass of wine to enjoy the distant mountains, his eyes fell on the opposite side of the street.

Xiang Yun's mansion is there, and this is the best place to observe it.

Xiang Yun, who was recuperating from his injuries, rarely came out, and now after this assassination, he will not come out again.

Xiang Qi drank a glass of wine, there were soldiers and horses running by on the street, his eyes followed the soldiers and horses, but his ears were pricked up to listen to the stairs behind him, the sound of his footsteps was like a drum, when the drum was at its most intense, Xiang Qi carried the wine jug, stood up and slapped the money on the table, jumped out of the window, and landed on the street.

"Good wine, good times." He held the wine jug and walked towards the Xiling Snow Mountain.

The people on the street who were taken aback were relieved, it turned out that they were happy for the scenery and wine, and these young people who had no worries about food and clothing liked to do this kind of thing, some of them ignored it, and some of them made two noises for fun.

Xiang Beard raised his head with a flask and took a sip, who said that an assassin should hide and never see the light of day? The Ranger was not the same as the Assassin, he staggered down the street, and the men who looked through the window of the restaurant could only see his back.

"Our guests love the scenery the most." He smiled, retracted his gaze and turned to look at the group of officers and soldiers walking up the stairs, "There are not too many guests today, and the soldiers are free to check." ”

The officers and soldiers scattered in the hall, and the men grabbed the big money on the table and counted them one by one.

It didn't take long for the door of Xiang Yun's residence to open.

"Xiang Yun, are you leaving?" Li Min asked in surprise, looking at Xiang Yun who was wearing the armor of the Metropolitan Governor.

Although Li Min is a subordinate, these people and Xiang Yun have followed Li Feng'an all the way, brothers are generally equal, and it is common to nominate and call for surnames.

It is rare to shout like this in front of people, which shows Li Min's surprise at this time.

Xiang Yun said: "Those Nanyi people can't assassinate me, so they will go to Longyou to make trouble, and I must rush back to stabilize Longyou." ”

"I don't care why you're leaving, I mean, maybe the assassins did it on purpose to lure you out." Li Min said.

Xiang Yun said: "Although Longyou is small, it is also a very important barrier in Jiannan Dao, the Metropolitan Governor appointed me with this back then, I must defend Longyou, not to mention, the eldest prince is coming back, the assassin is here for me, it is better for me to leave Jiannan Dao." ”

When there was an accident in the capital, the Son of Heaven ordered the guards from all over the country to stay in the local area and not leave without permission, and Li Mingyu, who went to the capital, should also come back.

Li Min said: "But this is too dangerous, your injuries are not healed yet." ”

For such a big matter, Li Min naturally asked people to call Li Fengyao to come, and Master Li San rushed to pull Xiang Yun to persuade him repeatedly, but Xiang Yun had already made up his mind, and finally led Longyou's soldiers and horses away under the send-off of his comrades in Jiannan Dao.

The crowd stood outside the palace road for a long time, which was the first time that Li Feng'an's subordinates ushered in the separation after his death.

Xiang Yun went to Longyou, not any place in Nanyi or Jiannan Province, although Longyou was appointed by the governor of Jiannan Province, but in terms of rules, Longyou is on an equal footing with Jiannan Province.

Where you go in your own home is not a difference, Longyou is not Jiannan Road, it is somewhere else.

Separation is always sentimental.

Li Min sat in the mansion, the tears on his face had not yet dried, and Master Li San, who was in charge of Jiannan Province, went to see him off in person, so there was no need for him, a subordinate, to go.

With tears in the corners of his eyes, he raised his hand to cover his mouth and whispered to the attendants: "You, go and tell everyone that Xiang Yun left Jiannan Dao for fear of assassination." ”