"Xiaobai, what do you mean by that?" The smile that Yin Chenglian had still contained in the corners of his eyebrows a moment ago was suddenly retracted by the solemn look of Hua Thirteen, "Could it be that Ying Chengzhao will take action tonight?" ”

"Your Highness forgot, the matter of the meteorite on the outskirts of Beijing has not yet been settled." The thirteen staring eyes turned to the "Firefly Map" on the table, "The hundred and ten lives in the ruins, and the assassination in front of the eyelashes in the civilian alley, all point to one person and one thing. In the past few days, I asked Chang Ling to patrol the city gate in all directions, and found that everything in and out of the carriages and horses was as usual, indicating that something earth-shattering was still hidden in the capital, but although the capital was large, it was crowded and mixed, and it was by no means a place to hide for a long time. Chinese New Year's Eve has passed, and today's Lantern Festival is likely to be the best time to transfer. ”

"Transfer what? Thirteen, what are you worried about? "Yin Chenglian is a little inexplicable, his age and personality, and he is still far away from learning, and he will not worry about things that have never happened or take precautions.

"Firearms." Although Hua Thirteen said these two words in a vain breath, it stirred up a thunderous momentum in Yin Chenglian's ears.

"What?" Yin Chenglian was dumbfounded, "You mean, someone may transfer it tonight, it's the rumored firearm?" How many years have it been since it was launched, and I don't know if anyone could really make it, firearms? ”

"Hmm." Hua 13 understood Yin Chenglian's surprise and surprise, and explained, "The rumored firearms are not unforgiving. The Lu family, a family of soldiers, is the best at forging strange armor. And the current heir of Lu Jiaban, I have seen it with my own eyes. ”

"You've seen it with your own eyes? Where is he? Yin Chenglian's surprise was no less than seeing the dead bird on the screen flutter its wings and fly away.

"Do you remember that after you came back from Ying Chengzhao's Mansion that day, you hurriedly went to Civilian Alley to look for me?" Hua Thirteen sighed shallowly, "At that time, the descendants of Lu Jiaban had just died suddenly, and it was very likely that Ying Chengzhao's people followed him to the poisonous hand. Unfortunately, he still failed to leave any tangible clues. ”

"However, not only is this matter not trivial, but there is no rumor at all, will it be too serious to conclude it on the basis of some clues alone?" Although Yin Chenglian said this, he knew in his heart that the words of painting thirteen were not child's play, and he suddenly became heavy. After a moment of silence, he turned to ask, "So, do you have any plans for tonight?" Since you judged that Ying Chengzhao might take action, why did you go to see him alone? ”

"Ying Chengzhao is arrogant and self-righteous, and he may need someone to witness his completion." The words in the throat of the thirteenth swallow are: I have reached this point, and what is there to fear.

Hua 13 looked at Yin Chenglian, who was at a loss, and instructed: "Tonight's Lantern Festival, there will definitely be a large number of horse-drawn carriages transporting fireworks and firecrackers in and out of the city gate. If you were Ying Chengzhao, would you let go of such an opportunity? ”

Yin Chenglian suddenly realized: "You mean, let me send people to block Ying Chengzhao at the four major city gates?" ”

"It's right to block him, but we don't have to be the ones who want to make a move." Hua Thirteen's eyes gradually darkened, he picked up the warm teacup on the table, and said slowly, "You send Suzaku." ”

"Suzaku?" Yin Chenglian was even more confused, "Didn't you say that she was quite suspicious before?" Why don't you use your own people at such a critical time? Besides, she was Uncle Wang's righteous daughter, how could I summon people like a soldier? Besides, although she has good martial arts, she is alone after all, how can she make it? ”

"Let His Highness say, because of this, I have to ask Suzaku to go." An inexplicable shallow smile appeared on the lips of the thirteenth painting, "I was suspicious of her before, but now I suspect King Xuan, His Royal Highness naturally doesn't believe it, so you might as well bet with me." If Suzaku knows the news and guards the door alone, then I am too worried. Otherwise, things might have been much more complicated than His Highness thought. ”

Yin Chenglian tightened his eyebrows, nodded sullenly, and walked out thoughtfully. Painting 13 looked at the slanting sun on his back, reflecting his dark orange costume as bright as the morning glow and bright light.

With such a sunset, the wind must be gentle tonight. Hua Thirteen thought so, but when he saw that Jingmo had not returned, he felt faintly uneasy. But seeing that the sun was setting and not waiting for anyone, he had to get up and drag a sick body to Ying Chengzhao's invitation.