Ying Chengzhao suddenly fell silent, and there was no longer a trace of sound. Yin Chenglian raised his hand to remove the thing stuffed in Ying Chengzhao's mouth, and held his collar to ask again and again, but Ying Chengzhao still didn't react as if he had eaten the scales: "Your Highness Cheng, Ying Mou doesn't believe it, you who have never even held a sword with your own hands, do you really dare to kill people in your house?" ”

"You might as well give it a try." Yin Chenglian's expression was cold and indifferent, and he said this sentence slowly and concisely, which made Ying Chengzhao a little bottomless.

"Yin Chenglian, you owe me a favor." Ying Chengzhao felt that the cold silver scissors blade was roaming around his neck, and he was indeed getting more and more confused about Yin Chenglian's temper.

Yin Chenglian didn't take it to heart at all, and sneered: "Oh? Yes. ”

At this time, Yin Chenglian exerted some force on his hand slightly, and the silver scissors drew a slender blood mark on Ying Chengzhao's neck, which startled the painting thirteen on the side, he didn't expect that Yin Chenglian would really be able to do it, and they originally planned to just intimidate.

"On the way south, I saved your life more than once! Yin Chenglian, is this how you repay your savior? Ying Chengzhao was afraid and anxious, and blurted out.

Painting Thirteen and Yin Chenglian were both taken aback, Yin Chenglian shrugged his eyebrows in confusion and asked, "What are you talking about?" What did it have to do with you when you went south that day? ”

"Do you think that there is no long machine to protect you openly and secretly along the way, do you still have the life to return to Beijing?" Ying Chengzhao's words were not without sarcasm.

"Long machine ......" Yin Chenglian's expression was a little dazed, and his blank gaze fell on the silent painting thirteen on the side.

Hua Thirteen tightened his eyebrows, stared at Ying Chengzhao intently, and asked bluntly: "If even you, Lord Ying, would be so kind and painstaking to protect His Highness's safety, then who else would be the one who really wanted to kill His Highness?" ”

Ying Chengzhao raised his head and laughed a few times: "As the saying goes, day and night, it is difficult to prevent thieves." If Your Highness had set aside a tenth of his thoughts about dealing with me to examine the people around him, he would have saved a lot of trouble. ”

"What do you mean by that?" Yin Chenglian has gone farther than anyone else on the road of valuing love and righteousness, he is afraid that his love and righteousness will be let down, and he is also afraid that his mind will be blasphemed, and he can't tolerate others saying that the people around him are not. He picked up the sharp silver scissors again and pressed them against Ying Chengzhao's throat again: "I only ask for an answer, what is hidden in the "Firefly Map" left by my uncle? Lord Ying, I won't kill you, but I heard that Lord Ying has always been alone, with no children and no daughters under his knees. ”

Ying Chengzhao watched as the silver scissors in Yin Chenglian's hand swayed and moved down under his nose until it settled between his legs. Hua Thirteen's expression when he saw Ying Chengzhao had never been so complicated, and his face was more senseless and faintly desolate than the panic he should have.

Silently, as the blade in Yin Chenglian's hand continued to move downward, Ying Chengzhao suddenly let out a string of strange laughter, and then, the laughter became louder and louder, like a stone stirring up a thousand waves, like a spark that had already burned the prairies, looking at Ying Chengzhao, who was out of breath with laughter, Painting Thirteen and Yin Chenglian looked at each other for a moment. Yin Chenglian said angrily: "What are you laughing at? ”

"I laugh at you for being young. I can't tell the difference between the important and the bad, and I can't distinguish between friend and foe. Ying Chengzhao laughed so much that tears were about to come out, and after panting and slowing down, his eyes suddenly became extremely sad, as if he came from a moldy tree stump in late autumn, Ying Chengzhao asked, "Do you think that the emperor you see will not be able to see it?" In many things, the emperor just turned a blind eye. There are many talented people in the DPRK and China, and talented people from all over the country have come out. But do you know why your father trusted me? ”

Yin Chenglian was a little confused about Cheng Zhao's sudden abnormal reaction and the words that did not match the preface, so he drew thirteen eyebrows and tightened his eyebrows, and after a moment of silence, suddenly, he suddenly shouted to Chang Ling as if he had realized: "Chang Ling, lift his trouser leg." ”

As soon as the words fell, Chang Ling immediately acted, but Ying Chengzhao suddenly began to resist like crazy, and resolutely did not allow Chang Ling to do it, and this further solidified the speculation of painting thirteen, he ordered Chang Ling to restrain Ying Chengzhao to death, and he stepped forward with his own hands to lift Ying Chengzhao's trouser leg.

Yin Chenglian stepped forward in confusion, and couldn't help but tremble in his heart as far as he could see, and his words were not good: "This, what is this?" How so? ”

Hua Thirteen looked at Ying Chengzhao's leg with a whole piece of long skin and flesh missing, and the deeply sunken wound had scabbed and scarred, and couldn't help frowning: "You, why?" Why? ”

Yin Chenglian was still unclear, but Ying Chengzhao smiled wryly and asked, "How do you know this?" Did you see him...... No! He's dead, he's dead years ago. ”

Hua Thirteen's mind suddenly became a mess again: Mr. Zi of Fengbo Town, Wei Gonggong, Ying Chengzhao, Zhou Rong, Jiang Li, and "Firefly Map", what is it that connects all of this? Is it an interlocking truth or just a coincidence in the dark?