The moon hangs high.

Qifeng Palace, the queen's dormitory.

Queen Wang spread out a piece of letter paper, the ink strips were grinding on the inkstone, her pretty face was pink, and she felt the breath of memory.

Then, she picked up the pen and ink, and wrote Juanxiu's handwriting on the letterhead.

[Yonghui six years, Jiachen month, Kwai Mao day.

Hongu... No... My King Smoke ...... See Zhao Wujiang again

My heart rejoices......

...】

The queen sometimes lifted the pen and ink, sometimes pursed her lips and chuckled, and in the blink of an eye, the two pieces of letter paper were full of handwriting.

Her red lips flare slightly, blowing the ink.

At this moment, outside the door of the dormitory, a figure appeared, he lightly buckled the door, and said slowly:

"Miss, the head of the family has a letter."

The voice is old, and there is a touch of respect, a touch of pampering and a touch of regret.

Queen Wang's original pretty face with a pink smile has lost many colors at the moment.

"Put it down."

The figure bowed, then dissipated silently.

The queen opened the door and picked up the letter, and the bright moonlight swayed in her eyes.

She closed the door and opened the letter, which contained her familiar handwriting after a long absence.

She read the letter quietly, and the remaining joy in her eyes gradually disappeared.

The contents of the letter turned into a sharp knife stabbed into her heart, she smiled miserably, and a pool of autumn water rushed out of her beautiful eyes, and it fell to the ground.

"Not implicated... It's good to do it yourself..."

......

In Chang'an City, a luxurious mansion.

The middle-aged man with squinting eyes and mustache was kneeling on the ground, looking respectfully ahead.

If Zhao Wujiang was here, he would definitely recognize this person as the masked man who broke into the prison of the Criminal Department and killed Chen De.

"You mean, this secretary surnamed Zhao is a martial artist?"

The brocade-clothed man sitting on the wooden chair on the top said lightly, he couldn't hear the joy and anger, and it was the squinting man who knelt down in front of him.

The middle-aged man said respectfully in his squinting eyes:

"That's right, lord, he should only be a beginner in the seven-rank martial arts cultivation, but the surname Zhao is treacherous, and when he meets the means, the villain's cultivation has been weakened a lot, otherwise he will be killed."

In his eyes, the young man is already a martial artist of the six grades of martial arts, and he has been abusing the six grades for many years.

"Don't make excuses for failure, remember, there is no next time."

"Yes! The villain understands. ”

"What about the letters?"

"Letter... By... Shocked by the villain... Shattered. The middle-aged man looked panicked in his squinting eyes, and he didn't dare to speak.

"Huh?" The man in brocade had a gloomy face.

The middle-aged man in his squinting eyes carefully worded and said: "The surnamed Zhao took advantage of my unpreparedness and snatched the letter from my arms.

But I still remember the general content of the villain, and I will not delay the big thing! ”

He slammed his head deep into the ground.

Hearing this, the man in brocade looked more and more gloomy.

"Rubbish!"

The man in brocade threw out the cup and smashed it on the squinting man's head, and in an instant, blood flowed.

"Read!"

In squinting eyes, the young man didn't raise his head, still buried his head, not caring at all about the red blood stains that flowed from his head.

"The letter said that everything was ready.

This time, the goal is...... Queen Wang.

The mission set off soon, saying that it was here to explore something in Datang......"

"Gone?" The man in brocade asked.

"Lord Qiqi, that's all, the follow-up situation will slowly improve." The middle-aged man said respectfully in his squinting eyes.

"Alright, let's go down."

"Lord, what about the secretary Lang surnamed Zhao? Did you kill him? ”

"Don't worry, the list will be released in the near future, there are many officials inside and outside Shangshu Province, and it is inconvenient to act, if it is exposed early, the gains outweigh the losses."

"And when are we waiting?"

On the end of the entire imperial examination, in the Qujiang Garden of Chang'an City, a "Wenxi Banquet" will be held, and the entire Chang'an City, whether it is a dignitary or a commoner, will participate.

At that time, when the fish and dragons are mixed, it is enough to kill him again. ”

The squinting eyes of the old man retreated.

The brocade-clothed man's fingers kept tapping the tabletop, and a sneer appeared on his face.

......

The stars have shifted, the twilight has faded, and the sky has just dawned.

Zhao Wujiang's residence.

The wooden door of the residence was gently pushed open, with a creak accompanied by the crunch of metal falling to the ground.

A figure slowly walked into the room.

The metal crunched sound, it was the sound of the copper beads that Zhao Wujiang had placed on the mechanism yesterday falling to the ground.

It was just dawn, and the house was dark.

In the darkness, Zhao Wujiang suddenly opened his eyes, and the martial arts qi in his body quietly flowed around his limbs.

He stiffened a carp, and then struck out with a palm, and the qi in his palm flowed and surged.

Stretching out a hand in the dark, he gently struck Zhao Wujiang with a palm, and the strong palm force made Zhao Wujiang take a few steps back.

With a soft sigh, as if feeling incredible, the figure waved his hand, and the lamp was lit vigorously, and the candlelight illuminated the whole room.

"Lord Zhao, it's me."

Zhao Wujiang fixed his eyes and saw that it was Xiao Yuzi.

You're going to scare me to death, you...... Zhao Wujiang complained in his heart, and was even more surprised, Xiao Yuzi was actually a martial artist, and his cultivation was not low, according to his analysis, at least above the sixth grade.

At the same time, Xiao Yuzi was also quite surprised, but he didn't expect that Lord Zhao not only had superb medical skills and talents, but also had good martial arts cultivation.

"Xiao Yuzi, how many grades of martial arts have you learned now?"

"Hehe, it's almost five grades, thanks to my godfather who taught me the "Sunflower Treasure Book", I have made progress so fast."

Xiao Yuzi's godfather is Wen Yong, the great master!

Zhao Wujiang sat on the chair, poured himself a cup of tea, drank it all, and asked casually, "How long have you been practicing?" ”

"It's a little more than a year... It's been almost a year and a half. Xiao Yuzi thought about it and said with a serious face.

Damn, you're a fucking genius...... Zhao Wujiang was shocked, it was only a year and a half to go to the fifth grade to cultivate!

It is difficult for ordinary people to step into martial arts, even if they do, it will take several years for each product to rise, and a martial artist like Xiao Yuzi who has made rapid progress is simply rare in ancient times.

"Oops, I almost forgot to get down to business." Xiao Yuzi patted her head, "Your Majesty, they are waiting for you in the imperial study." ”