The capital of Liangguo.

Even though at the same time at the border, there was a dangerous attack on the royal court and the king, but this did not affect the operation of the largest and most prosperous city in the south.

The lights are green, they are still the lights and wine, the drunken gold fans, the drunken gold fans, the Chengping 20 years, it seems that they have worn away a lot of their sharpness, the so-called full of warmth and lust, people in the world, it is better than that.

Who cares about the border war, it is better to have the scenery under the skirt.

Who cares about the dry bones on the side of the road, it is better to have wine in a cup.

Whoever likes to put pen to paper from Rong is not as good as a big dream.

In the Dongcheng District of the capital, where the powerful from all walks of life gather, there is a mansion that occupies a large area and looks particularly cold in the silent night, which is very different from the noisy and noisy scene in the opposite Xicheng District.

On the plaque at the main entrance of the mansion, two gilded characters are written squarely, "Night House".

This is the official department of the head of the six departments, the private residence of the night lord of the night house, the night family has been an official for four generations, three of which are prosperous officials, and the promotion is very fast, so that they can earn such a large mansion in this inch of land in the capital, but compared to the huge size of the entire mansion, there are really few people who usually live in it.

Ye Zhihuai's wife died early, there has been no concubine, and there is no continuation, the two sons were secretly sent out of the capital, each of them is an official outside, and has never returned to Beijing Province to kiss, the night family for several generations, has always been an impersonal person, only knows the rigid appearance of doing things according to the rules, and goes alone, so there is no minister who is good with it in the court, except for the third Gu Li, a person with a special purpose, no one will take the initiative to visit on weekdays, so the night house is so deserted every day, except for a limited number of servants and the chief manager of the house, and the head of the house Ye Zhihuai is alone。

Rao is number of people to this extent, but the courtyard where Ye Zhihuai lives is still separated from the courtyard where the servants live, and it seems that it was deliberately built like this when the mansion was built, and every day when it gets dark, Ye Zhihuai is no longer seen coming out of his room, and the only person who can take the initiative to visit is the head of the Ye family who has worked for the night house for many years.

However, even the old man, who had served the Ye family for three generations, was still not allowed to enter the small room with the windows completely sealed before the child.

Ye Zhihuai was kneeling in the room at this moment, holding a message that had just arrived in his hand.

"The fifth prince Gu Xuan encountered the horse bandits and was seriously injured. ”

This is still a long time ago, Gu Xuan's experience in Majia Village, but Ye Zhihuai is not like Gu Cang, there is no behemoth in his hand, so the time for the news to arrive is naturally slower, but the content written above is not the same as the scroll reported to the imperial court, after all, Gu Xuan took the initiative to ask not to report the news of his injury, which can be regarded as an unwritten agreement with the Youzhou army.

Thinking about this in his heart, Ye Zhihuai's brows furrowed.

On that day, he had said that he wanted to give Gu Xuan a big gift when he left the capital, in fact, he wanted to ask for a life-saving thing for him, but he didn't expect Gu Xuan to leave quietly, he didn't even get the news in advance, and by the time he reacted, several days had passed.

Although I don't know why these five princes hate themselves inexplicably, I guess that maybe it's because the five princes have a bad time in the palace on weekdays, so they instinctively reject the right and take the heir, which is normal, but this does not affect him to continue to carry out the orders of the Holy Clan.

Their Ye family, including the Holy Clan, has been planning for so long, three generations, and it is not easy to change targets, which is why when the third prince took the initiative to come over to win him over, he didn't bother to pay attention to it.

The orders of the Holy Family cannot be disobeyed!

Today was also the first time in his life that he took the initiative to contact this mysterious saint clan who had manipulated the fate of three generations of their Ye family.

With his own spirit, through meditation, to communicate the imprint, the Holy Clan's side will be aware of it, and then send an envoy over.

He began to try to perceive the mist mark on his wrist in the same way as the Holy Emissary had taught.

It's like reality.

The reason why I say this is because trying to use an ethereal spirit to contact and communicate this mysterious imprint, for him, the human race, it would have been an incredible thing, but when it really happened, it seemed so real.

Ye Zhihuai only felt a pain in his brain, and the whole person had changed from a kneeling posture to a sweaty fall to the ground, and the whole person's face was hideous, as if he was convulsing like lack of oxygen.

After a long time, just when he thought that he had made a mistake and did not succeed, so he was about to wait for the next illness, a gust of wind suddenly blew through the night.

At the same time, in the palace of the Liang Kingdom, in the royal treasury, an unknown, inconspicuous thing that was just randomly placed on the shelf shook slightly.

The yin wind that hovered over the Yefu and lasted for a long time was like a lightning strike in an instant, and when it fell in the Yefu, the whole aura became sluggish.

Ye Zhihuai only felt the top of his head suddenly shake, and then he saw a black shadow fall heavily in front of him, convulsing all over, just like when he was addicted.

What's going on?

Could it be that the Holy Clan Envoy also took that medicine?

Could it be that the Holy Clan is actually relying on this medicine to control layer by layer?

This messenger is actually just a wretched creature like him?

Ye Zhihuai's whole person was stupid in place.

"Look at what, look!"

When the painful black shadow finally regained a little strength and struggled to get up, the first thing to do was to slap the night Zhihuai who was standing stupidly on the side and fly out.

Ye Zhihuai only felt a huge force lift himself up, and then slammed himself into the door frame, he fell to the ground, although he was in pain all over, he didn't dare to move, and he didn't dare to cry out in pain.

In the eyes of the envoy of the Holy Clan, the dignified Liangguo official is nothing more than a dog that can be beaten and scolded at will.

The emissary from the mysterious Holy Clan was shrouded in an invisible darkness all over, and it was impossible to see the specific appearance, except for two red lights that were clearly visible, which seemed to be the eyes on his face.

"What are you looking for Lord Ben?" he didn't notice for a while, and suffered a big loss, but the tone of the whole person was even more arrogant than before, "If it's nothing big, Lord Ben will kill you bold slave right now!"

When Ye Zhihuai heard this, he hurriedly got up from the ground, knelt down in front of him, and said with a flattering face: "Messenger, what you explained, let your subordinates contact the fifth prince and support him to ascend to the throne, and now the matter has been more than half successful." ”

Hearing this good news, the Great Fire Saint Clan's envoy suddenly became interested.

"Oh, so fast?"

Ye Zhihuai's head broke out in a cold sweat, and he said with some embarrassment: "The subordinate means that he has agreed to take the heir, and as long as there is the support of the Holy Clan, it is a sure thing for him to ascend to the throne, and now his only competitor, the second prince, has been abolished by the adult when he was still in the mother's womb, and he can't live for a few years, and I have my own way to solve the others." ”

"Smack!"

Another slap was slapped in his face, and the moody Holy Clan envoy angrily rebuked, "Dog, you dare to play Lord Ben?

"Envoy forgiveness!" Ye Zhihuai didn't dare to resist, hurriedly kowtowed, and then covered his chest and said, "My subordinates promise that if you support the five princes to ascend to the throne as soon as possible, they will definitely not delay the plans of the Holy Clan." ”

The Holy Clan envoy was unhappy in his heart, and wanted to scold again, but seeing the other party's cautious look, he knew that he couldn't bully him too much, and the matter couldn't be too much, anyway, he was not in a hurry for a few days, so he waved his hand casually and said, "Then what's the matter with you calling Lord Ben over?"

"Hey, these five princes, in order to have more advantages in seizing the heirs in the future, they insisted on going to the border pass alone to accumulate military achievements, but their subordinates felt that this side of the pass was dangerous, and if they were a little careless, it would be the end of their death, it didn't matter if the five princes died, but if they delayed the plan of the Holy Clan, it would be bad, so their subordinates wanted to ask him for a life-saving thing. ”

If it weren't for the fact that he had to get the antidote from the messenger of the Holy Clan to relieve the symptoms when he was sick every month, he really hated having to be this broken official, and it was best not to see these demons and monsters for the rest of his life, but for the sake of Gu Xuan's safety, he still chose to take the initiative to contact the other party and ask for treasures.

"Then you don't know what's stopping him?"

When the Holy Clan envoy heard this, he was about to get angry, but halfway through his words, he said with some interest: "Forget it, for the sake of the loyalty of the three generations of your Ye family, I will spare you this time for the time being, the treasure that saves your life, Lord Ben needs to go back and get it, and I will hand it over to you in a few days." ”

"Thank you, messenger!"

Ye Zhihuai hurriedly bowed down.

The Holy Clan's envoy floated in place, silent for a long time, and said with a hint of caution: "Next, I will give you an important task, help Lord Ben go to the palace to find a sword!"

"A sword?" Ye Zhihuai raised his head and subconsciously asked again.

The Holy Clan envoy didn't want to say more, so he had to pretend to be impatient and said, "Anyway, as long as it's a special sword, you can just bring it to Lord Ben, so let's do it first!"

Saying that, no matter what Ye Zhihuai thought, he turned around directly, turned into a cloud of ethereal green smoke, and slipped out along the gap in the room.

"Congratulations to the messenger!"

Ye Zhihuai hurriedly bowed down again, like an old dog with a broken leg.