Qi Tingfu only felt a gust of wind blowing past him, and the things in his hand disappeared.

Yuan Yuheng embarrassedly withdrew his hand stretched out in the air, his eyes flashing dangerously, "General Lin, are you robbing something with this king?" ”

After Lin Jikuo held the wrench in his hand, he quickly widened the distance between him and the two, "The thing belongs to Princess Ninghe, and the humble duty is just ordered to retrieve the things that belong to Princess Ninghe, if you collide with the eldest prince, please also ask the eldest prince to atone for his sins." ”

The tentacles of the wrench were cold, and the strength on Lin Jikuo's hand couldn't help but increase a little, looking at Yuan Yuheng's appearance, he shouldn't know what it was, in order to avoid extraneous branches, this thing must not be let him see it.

"This thing is my belongings, I brought it from Hou Yan, and I hope that the eldest prince will raise his noble hand." Chu Jun said with pity.

Although the two have different ideas, they have the same purpose and have quite the same effect.

Lin Jikuo bowed his hand, "I hope the prince will raise his noble hand." ”

Yuan Yuheng stared at the two of them, although he was unwilling, but in the end, the thing was not his own, and Lin Jikuo's martial arts were quite high, and the two of them together were not his opponents, if he sincerely protected this woman, he would not be able to get any benefits, so he snorted coldly, "Hmph, this king doesn't care about the two of you today, if you meet it in the future, this king will never spare it." ”

"Thank you, Great Prince."

"What the hell is it?" Seeing that Lin Jikuo's appearance was quite like a fish dead and the net was broken, after the two walked away, Yuan Yuheng couldn't help but ask.

"It's a cyan wrench, with dragon textures on it, and by the way, red on the dragon's tail." Qi Tingfu said.

Yuan Yuheng's face was instantly pale as a ghost, and if she let her mother know what she had missed, she would definitely break her legs.

Qi Tingfu didn't notice his stiffness, and still said to himself, "That wrench is really a good jade, the texture is delicate and warm, and the carved dragon pattern is also lifelike, I have seen a lot of treasures, but I have never seen such fine workmanship, tsk." ”

The two walked side by side on the lively street, and from time to time there were children laughing and chasing by. The weather was fine, and all the rays of light shrouded everything in it, as if it was covered with a layer of tenderness,

Chu Junxi held the lost wrench in his hand, "Thank you for helping me find the things back." ”

"Where did you get this wrench?"

"It was given to me by the first emperor." Since the other party helped him, there is no need to lie, not to mention that this thing has always been in the hands of the emperor, as long as the people around him recognize it.

"You said that this wrench was given to you by the first emperor?" As if a little unbelievable, Lin Jikuo's voice raised slightly, and it was no longer the same wave.

Chu Jun cherished the situation of Wancheng Hall when the first emperor gave him something, so let's just give it to himself, "Yes." ”

Lin Jikuo seemed to be very interested in this wrench, Chu Junxi thought that he would ask himself some questions about the wrench, but who knew that next, his face was calm and he never spoke again, as if he was thinking about a major task.

The brazier was burning, the room was warm and dry, Chu Junxi sat quietly at the table and looked at a book of medical skills, the white sleeves and crimson tablecloth were stacked together, extremely bright.

One person, one lamp, empty and deep hall. The days seem to have returned to the time when she was waiting for Yan, when she was alone, Chu Junxi used to pass the time by studying, even if there were less than twenty days left in her life, she still sat quietly in the room and read.

The cyan wrench was placed on the table by her, shining a warm and soft glow in the light of the candlelight.

Holding a posture to read for a long time, her neck was a little sore, Chu Junxi put down the book in her hand, and when she saw the wrench placed aside, she put down the book in her hand and took the wrench in her hand to look at it carefully. The events of the day are still fresh in my memory, but luckily the wrench was lost and didn't cause more trouble.

The emperor's things are naturally the best, the tentacles of the wrench are cold and heavy in his hand, Chu Junxi stared at the dragon pattern on it, and couldn't help but think of Lin Jikuo's expression when he heard that what he lost was a wrench, he seemed to be a little nervous.

Lin Jikuo is the second prince's guard, he is heavy and calm, Chu Junxi can be sure that even if the sky falls, he will still not change his face, but such a calm person was a little nervous when he heard the wrench, and although he helped himself get the wrench, but his appearance at the time, if the eldest prince did not agree to return the wrench, he had the intention of making a move, was he just doing this to help himself?

Isn't this wrench meaningful?

Turning over and over the wrench and looking at it carefully, there is nothing special except for the delicate quality and exquisite carving.

Looking at the wrench in his hand, Chu Junxi's thoughts couldn't help but go back to that terrible night, the second prince Yuan Yuheng led his troops to break in with the intention of assassinating the emperor and usurping the throne, a silent battle in the Wancheng Palace, the swords were staggered with cold light, and the air was filled with a sweet and greasy smell of blood, and he was frightened by the scene in front of him and collapsed on the dragon bed, in the center of the wide and finely carved dragon bed, sat the emperor with a thin figure but bright eyes.

The candles in the Wancheng Hall flickered, as if they were infected by the murderous aura in the hall and became uneasy.

"I'm a failed father."

The faint voice came, Chu Junxi came back to her senses slightly, she stiffly twisted her neck to look at this old man who was like a candle in his last years, his eyes were lonely, sad and hurt.

"The Emperor...... The emperor ......" Chu Junxi's voice trembled unnoticed.

"Maybe you're right."

A hard and slightly warm thing was stuffed into his hand, Chu Jun was puzzled, looked at it with his backhand, was grasped by Yuan Qingduo, and warned with his eyes, Chu Jun silently put the thing in his hand.

"Gutuo shouldn't be ruined for my selfishness, it's my mistake."

The warm viscous blood splashed on his hands, like boiling hot water, Chu Junxi quickly retracted his hand, staring at the corpse of the guard who fell in the hall, and forgot to breathe nervously.

When he looked up, he saw Yuan Yuheng standing in front of him covered in blood, his smile twisted and hideous, like a demon from hell.

"I'll clean you up when I'm done with this old immortal." Yuan Yuheng kicked Chu Junxi away.

Chu Junxi curled up on the side of the dragon bed, with the hard and warm jade stuffed into his hand by the emperor in his hand, and the strength on his body seemed to be drained by the battle in front of him, Chu Junxi could only hold the thing in his hand tightly, as if drawing strength from it.

Then Ning Yuanlie raised the sword in his hand, and the emperor was brutally killed.

Su Xueyao once asked Yuan Yongyan if the eldest prince had evidence to kill the emperor, it was really ridiculous, he saw everything clearly in the palace, what evidence did he need to see with his own eyes?

Everything happened under the surveillance of the second prince, he watched his father be killed, he knew that he was in the palace at that time, but why didn't he point himself out? Or does he also feel that he is a foreign princess who is insignificant, and what he says is not enough to convince the public?

The night was deep, and the dark clouds had obscured half of the moon, and the moonlight was cool and hazy.

The snow-white curtain paper on the window was silently poked open, a thumb-thick bamboo pipe stretched in, and white smoke slowly drifted into the air.

His eyelids seemed to weigh a thousand pounds, Chu Junxi fell asleep on the table, and the wrench in his hand fell on the table with a 'bang' sound, which was extremely clear in the silent and wide hall.

The four men in black jumped silently out of the window into the house like ghosts, their hands and feet were light, and when they landed, they were like feathers falling on water without making any sound.

The bright knife was cold under the candlelight, and the four of them walked to the table to surround Chu Junxi, and one of them slapped Chu Junxi twice on the back with the knife in his hand, making sure that she was relieved after passing out.

The green jade wrench shone brightly, like a treasure buried in the deep mountains, presented to people, exuding a fatal attraction.

The four of them winked at each other, and one of them put away the wrench, and their task was to bring it back, and the rest was none of their business.