Ye Kenan smiled secretly on the back of the little county king, thinking that Lu Zhonglin was quite good at psychological warfare.

This group of people walked along the East Road of the Forbidden City until they went out of the Donghua Gate of the Forbidden City. Many eunuchs and palace maids had already fled for their lives, thinking that a cannon had been erected on Jingshan and was about to blow up the Forbidden City into a sea of fire.

After crossing the moat, they rested on Nanchizi Street, only to see several cars also driving out of Donghua Gate. Through the glass of the car, Qin Beiyang seemed to see Pu Yi's melancholy face.

From then on, there was no emperor in the Forbidden City.

Good bye! Emperor!

That night, Qin Beiyang went out of Beijing. He hugged and said goodbye to Detective Ye Kenan, but he didn't expect that the dignified Inspector Ye would shed tears for him. He remembered that fifteen years ago, the nine-year-old boy he personally brought out of the Tianjin German Concession, after nine deaths and a lifetime, finally became a seven-foot man who stood up to the sky and the earth, a man with a beard.

"Stay alive ......"

These were the last three words that Ye Kenan cared for in his ear.

Qin Beiyang kept it in mind. Xiaojun Wang also said goodbye to him, the situation is changeable, let's go back to the ink Tiangong factory in Shanghai. Timur did not dare to tell Qin Beiyang that the Shanghai factory was attacked and burned to ruins last year, and now he has to start all over again.

Ah You rented a small farmhouse courtyard in Xiangshan, outside Beijing, cut Qin Beiyang's hair and beard, personally chopped wood for him to boil water, served him to take a hot bath, and washed away the layers of dirt for more than a year. Qin Beiyang soaked in a large wooden barrel, and the hot air was steaming, as if it was in Taibai Mountain in the depths of white clouds.

Ah You changed a bucket of water for him, suddenly took off his clothes, untied the red belly pocket on his chest, like a big fish with white flowers, and got into the big wooden barrel where Qin Beiyang was.

"Brother, I want to do my duty as a wife for you......"

The two of them have been separated for nearly a year and a half, and Qin Beiyang was a little uncomfortable at first, and his ears turned red. Ah You had no scruples, kissing his neck, all the way to his chest where the muscles were somewhat shrunk, and every inch of skin soaked in the hot water.

Ah You lay on his chest, drew circles on his stomach with the tips of his fingers, and whispered: "Brother, in the days of your absence, there has been news of bloody battles between the Craftsman Alliance and the Assassin Alliance. ”

"The three archdeacons of the Artisan Alliance are just to establish a foreign enemy so that they can seize greater power. Unfortunately, they picked me because I was the best fit. ”

"I heard that 'Angel' Michael was attacked while performing a magic trick on Broadway in New York, and he was seriously injured and almost died, but he was able to escape thanks to the rescue of several North American assassins."

"Michael? At the beginning, he risked his life to go up the mountain, put down the rebellion for you, and recaptured Taibai Mountain, and I still think about him from time to time. Qin Beiyang clenched his fists, "I've caused him trouble, I hope he's okay." ”

"Brother, the Assassin's Creed you have established, 'Five Steps to Bloodshed, the World is Vegetarian', has been translated into English, French, German, Russian, Japanese, and Arabic, and the brothers of the Assassin League have all adopted it as their motto. Everyone said that you broke into the tiger's den in Longtan alone and assassinated the Great Venerable at the World Congress of the Craftsman Alliance, which is comparable to Jing Ke's assassination of the Qin King Tuqi Dagger and Princip's assassination of the Archduke Ferdinand, the crown prince of the Austro-Hungarian Empire. ”

"Jing Ke is a hero, but Princip is just an impulsive and cowardly young man."

After taking a bath, Qin Beiyang became refreshed, no longer a beggar uncle, but a twenty-four-year-old young man who was like a fake.

After spending a night in an ancient tomb in western Beijing, Qin Beiyang ate and drank to his heart's content, desperately breathing the breath in the ancient tomb, and then gradually regained his strength.

A month later, they followed the route of the Empress Dowager Cixi in the year of Gengzi and returned to the foot of the Qinling Mountains in Shaanxi. This time, I didn't go to Bailuyuan again, but climbed Taibai Mountain directly.

The mountains were covered with snow, and the nine colors took the lead, struggling through the last canyon, crossing the suspension bridge, and returning to the top of the ice and snow world.

Meng Po was still wearing the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom costume on the left, with a black cloth wrapped around her head, to welcome Qin Beiyang's return.

Thankfully, for more than a year since Ah You went down the mountain to find her husband, Taibai Mountain has been safe and sound, and the Craftsman Alliance has not come to look for trouble for the time being.

Back in the replica of Qin Shi Huang's underground palace, Qin Beiyang paid homage to the coffin of Li Longqi, the little prince of the Tang Dynasty and the king of Zhongnan County. When he came out of the giant coffin with the yellow intestine inscription, Ah You said with a face: "Brother, it was you who violated the agreement between us, please stay on Taibai Mountain, and never leave these days." If you had listened to my advice and had not insisted on slipping down the mountain, you would not have caused the situation you are in now. ”

"Ah You, I'm sorry for you, I promise you......"

"Please ask my brother not to leave Taibai Mountain within three years."

"Three years?"

"The Artisan Alliance has issued a nirvana order against you all over the world, no matter where you hide, you will be hunted down by the wicked, and the only way to hide here is to be safe." Ah You stroked his chest, "Brother, you will accompany me on Taibai Mountain for three years first, and live a good life where we only envy mandarin ducks and not immortals, and when three years pass, maybe there will be big changes within the Craftsman Alliance." ”

"Hmm...... It's not impossible, I think those three archdeacons, each with a ghost in their hearts, will have infighting sooner or later. ”

"Brother, did you promise me? Three years! Hold me for three years. ”

"What about three years from now?"

"After three years, if the wind outside is not so tight, as long as I agree, my brother can go down the mountain freely, but I can't stay down the mountain for a long time and covet the flower world outside......

"Do you want your consent in three years?"

Qin Beiyang was sad in his heart, he was nominally the master of Taibai Mountain, the heir of Assasin, and the leader of the Assassin Alliance, but in fact he was just a prisoner of the little woman Ayou.

But he broke his promise first, the gentleman said that the horse was difficult to chase, and it was Ah You who saved himself from the Forbidden City, he had to agree.

"Sister Ayou, this is the fate I owe you......"

"Brother, neither of us owes anyone." Ah You hugged Jiuse's head, "By the way, I've seen Sister Anna in Guangzhou." ”

"Anna...... You didn't ...... her."

Qin Beiyang's heart hung up, and he was almost about to kneel down for Ah You.

"Don't worry! How could I hurt my own sister? He and Qi Yuanshan lived happily in Guangzhou, and they had a very beautiful daughter - she was also called Jiuse. ”

At this time, Qin Beiyang stopped talking, was this a threat from Ah You? He closed his eyes in despair and collapsed in the underground palace of Qin Shi Huang, in front of the coffin of the little prince of the Tang Dynasty.

From the authentic tomb on Mount Taebaek in North Korea, back to the fake tomb on Mount Taebaek in China, from prison to prison.

What's the difference? Only nine colors accompany you.

The thirteenth year of the Republic of China, December 1924.

There are still three long years to go......