Jin Zeyuan came to Daliang with a hidden identity, and it was definitely not for the sake of sightseeing, this time he met such a strange situation as the silver-faced arithmetic, and ordered the meticulous workers to visit secretly early in the morning.

Speaking of which, the arithmetic is also unlucky.

It was about to leave the city gate, but it was just in time for the dragon guards to guard the whole city under martial law, and they kept saying that there were assassins.

Whoever forced himself out of the city was suspected of being an assassin.

He had no choice but to turn around and didn't dare to stay in the inn, so he found a secluded courtyard and hid, and burned thatch for divination all night, but he didn't figure out why. It really didn't work, he could only take advantage of the destiny to climb to the roof of someone's house to watch the stars at night, and now he was discovered by the meticulous work and secretly reported to Jin Zeyuan.

However, Jin Zeyuan was not in a hurry to arrest people, but sold the news to Liang Shiren.

Poor silver-faced arithmetic, knowing that he was going to have a star killing catastrophe, but he didn't know who was killed, so he tied him up.

"It's me, it's me, the little old man calculated the marriage for His Royal Highness, be polite." The silver-faced arithmetic was sandwiched by the dragon guards on the left and right of the deposit yard, kicking his legs and playing familiarly, and when he saw Luo Qi coming towards him, he hurriedly said: "He, he has seen me, he can testify to me." ”

Luo Qi's indifferent expression added another layer of frost: "This person is probably a fellow assassin, cover his head and bring it in." ”

The dragon guard didn't want to pay attention to it, but he felt that Luo Qi was reasonable, and the two glanced at each other, and for the sake of Luo Qi being close to His Highness, they complied.

The poor arithmetic man was still covered with a black pocket over his head, and was rudely imprisoned in the firewood room, unable to even drink saliva.

He kept calculating with the fingers tied behind his back, trying to find a glimmer of life in this star-killing catastrophe.

"Huh? Quirky and quirky. The arithmetic was covered with his head, his voice was a little buzzy, and the outline of his mouth and nose was faintly visible in the dark, "How is it a good word, don't you have to wait for someone to be kind?" ”

In this courtyard is the Chosen Female Monarch, and the marriage with the Ziwei Emperor Star of the Great Jin Dynasty is Tianding, is it not enough for him to point it out to save his life?

In the council hall of the main courtyard, Liang Shi had already finalized a new garrison plan and sent it out through secret channels, and he was finally relieved.

"Your Highness, Luo Qi waited outside for a while, saying that he had caught the arithmetic." Bai Zhi passed the word, and sure enough, Liang immediately reported that Luo Qi was ordered to take people, and when he came to the firewood room, he saw that the silver-faced arithmetic who was rolling on the ground was still talking about the word marriage frantically.

Luo Qi's murderous machine suddenly rose.

The silver-faced arithmetic was lifted by the two dragon guards, and he was attached to his back, and the silver needle that had not been shot that day was between his fingers.

On this corner path, he confidently asked for the life of the little old man without a trace.

From then on, there will never be the prophecy of marriage destiny again.

The arithmetic seemed to be suddenly enchanted, crying and shouting: "Your Highness, you are a bodhisattva of great mercy and compassion, please spare the life of the little old man!" ”

I'll leave you for a moment.

Luo Qi put away the silver needle and kicked him from behind: "Shut up." ”

The silver-faced arithmetic didn't care about it, and rushed into the door crying, causing Yan Pian to laugh: "Shouldn't you believe in Daozun in this door?" Why did you call the Bodhisattva of Buddhism coming? ”

Although the silver-faced arithmetic covered his head, it did not hinder his speech: "Our small family has long had no Taoism, and the eight melon seeds of the little old man are about to be lost, so they have to be born to seek refuge, Your Highness, you are that-" Unfortunately, he was pushed by Luo Qi before he finished speaking.

There are many words to talk about when death is coming.

The arithmetic had already felt that the person behind him was strange, but he didn't dare to say anything, so he only knelt down and said: "Little Lao'er has a secret report, I just want to ask His Highness Chrysostom to save my life." ”

Luo Qi's eyes instantly froze.

This arithmetic master really has two brushes, and he actually knows how to ask for the beam.

If there is anyone in this world who can protect the person he is determined to kill, it is Liang the most.

"Are you a descendant of the Counter Sect?" Liang asked.

"Arithmetic? Yes, His Royal Highness said that it was the Counting Division, so it was called the Counting Division, and the little old man's Mathematics was called the Counting Division, thank Your Highness for the name! The silver-faced arithmetic fell directly and kowtowed in the direction of the sound.

Liang laughed the most: "When we met before, Mr. can return to the fairy wind bones, why do you want to make compromises today?" ”

This is a compromise, this is called shameless!

Wei Han stood aside, and couldn't help but glance at Luo Qi's side, he was even more shameless than Luo Qi's kid!

"It's not a secret, when the little old man calculates that he hits the killing star, only His Highness's kindness can save my life!" The arithmetic stepped forward on his knees, trying to grab the corner of the beam, but only caught the cold blade.

The little old man instantly trembled like chaff: "Kill the star!" Kill the star! ”

Luo Qi snorted coldly with his sword, and the threat was self-evident.

Liang waved his hand: "Untie the old man first." "It's not easy for the master to survive until now.

The silver-faced arithmetic finally saw the light.

Sitting in the hall was Her Royal Highness the princess Liang Shi, with Yan Pianqi in his side hand, and standing next to Yan Pianqi were Bai Zhi and Wei Han, and in front of him was Luo Qi who was holding a sword and revealing murderous intentions.

"What secret did you just say?" Liang asked, Luo Qi's face softened, put away the sword like a little beast that heard the call of the master, and stood aside obediently.

"Yes...... There is a secret," like rolling in the cold ice pool, the silver-faced arithmetic wiped the sweat from his neck, and said: "Your Highness Mingjian, my prophecy on the street the day before yesterday was told by someone who made money. ”

Luo Qi's pupils suddenly constricted, and he blurted out: "The marriage is fake?!" ”

At this moment, he is already a hit star recognized by the silver-faced arithmetic, and this roar is almost scared out of the old man's guts.

"Luo Qi," Liang called out the most, hoping that Luo Qi would not lose his temper because of this.

Even if you like her, don't be so obvious.

When Yan Pianqi saw Liang Zi's paleness, she knew what she was thinking, and she was about to vomit.

Luo Qi was indeed lucky not to guess Liang Zhi's thoughts this time, and he was spared the embarrassment of blushing, and he took half a step back with a little apprehension, and called weakly: "Your Highness......"

It's like scratching the beam.

"I don't blame you," Liang waved his hand and cleared his throat to look at the old thing: "Who told you to cheat?" ”

The arithmetic glanced at Luo Qi like chaff, this black-faced killer was a little familiar, and he suddenly recognized that Luo Qi was not the person who rushed to the restaurant at that time!

And above the restaurant, it should have been the position of the prince of Jin, but Luo Qi said that no one was ......

Got it.

Got it.

This killer turned out to be!

No wonder, no wonder Luo Qi wants to kill him, this is obviously killing people!

Luo Qi likes the female monarch, but he wants to say that the female monarch and the prince of Jin are destined for heaven, isn't that looking for death.

Prophecy, or Survival?

With only one thought, the little old man made a decision.

"It was the people from the Zhuang family's compound who used the silver to invite the little old man out of the mountain, and asked me to say that you and His Royal Highness the Prince of the Jin Dynasty have a fateful marriage!" The silver-faced arithmetic kowtowed: "Little Lao'er is bold, and he doesn't dare to tease you." ”