When everyone heard Zhao Bohu's words, they were all dumbfounded. Or Shenhou understood first: "It is said that King Xianzhao went south to conquer Jingchu for eight years, and when he crossed the Han River for the last time, the boat capsized and drowned in the river due to a strange celestial phenomenon. It turned out that there was something else wrong with this matter, and all this was a conspiracy of the Chu people. ”

Ji Hu was indignant: "In the future, I will destroy this barbarian country!" ”

Zhao Bohu had other concerns in his heart, he waved his hand and said, "This matter is just our speculation. The most important thing at the moment is to completely destroy this culvert and flatten this mansion, so that the Chu people can no longer use it to do things that are unfavorable to the Great Zhou. This matter will be handed over to Shenhou! ”

"No!" Shenhou gave a deep salute: "The minister will definitely destroy all this, leaving no trace, please rest assured that His Royal Highness the Crown Prince and the King will make your lordship." ”

Feel relieved? Zhao Bohu smiled bitterly, the assassin had obviously escaped, this person was quick-witted, meticulous, and able to win people's hearts for his own use. The two assassinations were both planned by this person behind him, and his person must have a deep hatred for the Zhou family, and there will be endless troubles in the future. And the state of Chu provided such a secret place for these assassins from all over the place, and I don't know how deep the connection between them is? One by one------

Thinking about it, Zhao Bohu suddenly felt dull in his chest, dizzy, and stumbled under his feet. Ji Duoyou's eyes were quick, and he hurriedly supported him: "Don't bother thinking so much, I just got out of the cold water in the morning, and I just happened to recuperate in this house for a few days!" ”

In the upper reaches of the Han River, the farther north you go, the colder the weather becomes. The rain downstream has turned into flakes here, and this is the first snow of the Hanshui in the early winter, which came a little earlier.

Thick black clouds rolled in the sky, and the snow was getting heavier and heavier. At first, it was a thin and light snow particle, but gradually it became as big as a flower, and they fluttered and fell, and the earth was covered with snow. Before the snow stopped, the wind rose again, and the wind swept thousands of snowflakes, circling and roaring, like thousands of horses, crisscrossing the endless plains. In such a chaotic wind and snow, there is a person who is not afraid of being submerged by it, and is trekking in the snow with one foot high and one foot low.

Rong Yi was disheveled, wearing a freshly hunted wild boar skin from head to knees, although it was very thick to block the wind, but the long mane was like a hard brush, and if he accidentally exposed his hands and face, he would be pricked. The clothes inside were freshly dried and a little damp, and they were very uncomfortable to put on the body. These are nothing, but the way back is vast, leaving only a sense of confusion in my heart.

Looking back on this day, it's really thrilling! Seeing that the crown prince was about to be buried in Hanshui like his ancestor King Zhao, he unexpectedly fell short and floated up. Fortunately, Zhao Bohu should have drowned, and he could be regarded as avenging his father. Unexpectedly, the dead soldiers under his command were so resentful that they took advantage of their injuries to ambush him, but fortunately, the mine slaves desperately rescued him. He couldn't figure it out, the dead soldier, life and death have been handed over to the master, what family else is there to worry about, he has to go back to Yingqiu?

Stop it, don't think about it! Rong Yi shook his head, the cold wind penetrated through the layers of clothes, and his hands and faces began to ache like pins and needles, but slowly became stiff and unconscious. He suddenly felt a strange trance in his heart, and he really wanted to lie down in this snow and sleep well. About people want to sleep before they freeze to death------

No way! He pinched himself violently, if he really lay down, he would become a zombie without half a burnt of incense. So many people died for him, and there was hatred and hatred of the country and family hatred on his back, he couldn't die!

Thinking of this, he cheered up and continued to walk forward. As I walked, I pondered a serious question - where should I go now?

The state of Chu cannot go any further. The mission failed, and he failed to get rid of the crown prince Ji Hu, if he went back like this. Even if Xiong Qu, the king of Chu, can spare him, then from now on, he will no longer be able to stand in front of others. Although it didn't take long to defect, Rong Yi had already seen that like the Zhou Dynasty, the Chu State only reused their own family with the surname Mi, and unless he made immortal achievements, he could not have any future under the command of the King of Chu.

It is even more impossible to return to Qi State. There must have been a few dead men who left the house and returned to the Kingdom of Qi to repay the prince Ji Hui. Will they speak well of him for his honor? Forget it, to be honest, that's polite. will definitely put the responsibility for the failure of the operation on his head, and maybe he will also show the Marquis of Qi and list himself as a wanted criminal and a traitor.

Thinking of this, a self-deprecating sneer appeared on the corner of Rong Yi's mouth: "The so-called 'lost dog' is a person like me!" ”

So where else could he stay? Feng Ho is where the king of Zhou is, and there are many people who know him in Luoyi Chengzhou, I am afraid that this assassination will fail, and the news will leak out, and the queen will order the people in the Yi Society to hunt down and kill him. What about the Jianghan region?

Rong Yi smiled bitterly and shook his head, he grew up here since he was a child, how many familiar faces did he have? It's even more difficult here. Alas! Now he Rongyi has no subordinates, no master, no home, no parents, no ------ alone, day and night in this wilderness and snow, red stripes come and go, although the world is big, there is no place for me?

A wave of grief and indignation welled up in his heart, like a torrent desperately needed to find an outlet, Rong Yi looked up at the dark sky, and let out a long howl: "Ah-ah-I don't accept it-why——? ”

After shouting, he felt that the stuff in his chest had moved away a little, and he stopped to catch his breath, but his mind was not idle. Why did both attempts fail? Maybe he was wrong, and his father also died from the word "assassination". Originally, these two words were full of luck, and success or failure depended on the destiny of heaven. However, if you think about it further, even if Ji Hu really drowned in Hanshui today, so what? His parents will be sad for a while, they will have a new son, Da Zhou will have a new prince, and Fanji will still be the queen and will become the queen mother in the future. How can I really take revenge?

"Hehehe-" This laughter sounded on the silent and strange snowfield, and it even had a curling echo, and even Rong Yi himself shuddered when he heard it. It turned out that he had always been wrong, and what he wanted to seek should not be the life of the crown prince Ji Hu, but the prestige of the Great Zhou royal power. It is necessary to be like the Chu people who defeated King Zhao of Zhou, so that the prestige of the royal family is discredited, and even the throne is overturned, so that it can be regarded as a real revenge.

He had never been so determined in his life, and his eyes looked to the north, and his eyes were extremely resolute and resolute. Central Plains! There are still many vassal states in the Central Plains that are inseparable from the Zhou Dynasty, and there may be hidden hopes and possibilities for themselves to become national warriors. Go to the Central Plains! My life is up to me, not to God, I don't believe that I will do nothing in this life!