Inside the Blizzard Inn room.

The young swordsman in the green shirt looked at the human head in the brocade box in disbelief.

He looked at Qiao Hongmiao's extremely hideous death, and finally reached out and closed his eyes for him.

This is good news, but it is also bad news.

Fortunately, Qiao Hongmiao, who had always wanted to kill, but failed to succeed, was killed by others, removing a major trouble for himself and Hong Shao.

The bad thing is that whether it is to arrest the Ya or Qiao Mansion, after discovering Qiao Hongmiao's death, he will inevitably doubt himself.

Li Zijin thought about killing this person with his own hands.

It's just that I haven't found a suitable opportunity, and I haven't thought about it a few times, but I haven't been able to succeed.

As a result, now Qiao Hongmiao is dead, and his head is still being sent to his eyes.

Is this the gift from the mouth of the owner of the Folding Flower Building?

But······ As soon as Qiao Hongmiao died, the first person in Qiao's Mansion to suspect would definitely be himself, because in the past two months, he was the only one who had a clear conflict with this little Qiao, and he was still seen by several people in the flower room.

Now that Qiao Hongmiao is beheaded, how can he get out of it?!

"I can't leave in the spring, I have to leave immediately!" Li Zijin muttered.

The young swordsman in the green shirt immediately turned around, planning to find his little junior sister and leave Jinhuai City with her quickly.

As soon as he passed away, he happened to bump into the little junior sister Hong Shao, who happened to come back from outside the door.

The girl in white was holding two strings of rock sugar gourds in her hand, she was going to give a string to her senior brother and eat a string for herself, she just ran out of the inn to buy this.

Hong Shao stretched out a hand and wanted to hand Li Zijin a string of rock sugar gourds, and said with joy on his face: "Senior brother, for you." ”

She happened to see a brocade box on the wine table in the room, and asked curiously, "Hey, what is that?" ”

The girl's lotus steps moved lightly and slowly moved forward.

Li Zijin's face was ugly, and he instantly turned around and closed the lid of the brocade box, covering the bloody head inside, and said hesitantly: "No, it's nothing ······"

"By the way, little junior sister, you wait for me, I'll go. Li Zijin picked up the brocade box and rushed downstairs.

"Eh, but ······" The koi girl with a hosta on her head, holding two strings of rock sugar gourds, stomped her feet on the spot.

She wanted to say, but you haven't eaten the rock sugar gourd.

Li Zijin rushed out of the Flying Snow Inn, his heart beating wildly, and his eyes kept wandering on the street outside the inn.

His gaze swept over countless pedestrians, as if everyone looked like Qiao Mansion or the person who wanted to take the Ya.

For the kind eyes of some vendors cast at him, the young man also looked like he was smiling with a knife in his face.

At this moment, Li Zijin is like a thief with a weak heart, frightened, for fear that if he turns a corner, he will meet people who want to arrest Ya and Qiao's mansion to ask for guilt.

As for the landlord of the Folding Flower Building, why did he send the head to his house after killing Qiao Hongmiao, and said that it was a gift.

The young man didn't want to think about it for the time being, he only knew that he who was holding a human head must be unreasonable.

How could it be such a coincidence?

Just as he was thinking about where to go and throwing away the brocade box, the shopkeeper of the Flying Snow Inn appeared beside him mysteriously and patted Li Zijin on the shoulder.

Almost instantly, the young man had already wrapped his left hand around his back and held the hilt of the sword, so that the verdant Cuiqu Ancient Sword was unsheathed for three points.

He was sweating and looking anxious, and it was not until he saw the appearance of the person who came clearly that he slowly put his sword into the sheath.

"Master Chai, why are you ······?" Li Zijin breathed a sigh of relief.

The middle-aged shopkeeper glanced at the brocade box in the young man's hand, and a flash of golden light flashed in his eyes, and he looked at the "objects" in the brocade box thoroughly without a sound.

Master Chai smiled quietly: "Li Zijin, what's wrong with you, so flustered, where are you going?"

The young swordsman in the green shirt was just about to speak, but immediately saw several martial artists and qi refiners around him.

Those with the highest realm can even resist the wind and sword.

The first thought in his heart was to hope that he would never affect the little junior sister.

The smiling Hutong Temple led the team to Li Zijin, looking at the brocade box held by the young man with a solemn expression.

"Li Zijin, what do you have in your hand?" Tong Si raised his chin and said to the young swordsman in green shirts.

"Nothing. Li Zijin pretended to be calm, and his mind turned sharply.

The middle-aged shopkeeper "pretended" and said: "Open it and let them see, it's not something unsightly." ”

The young man suddenly raised his head and looked at this old man Chai who he had never been able to see through, was he harming himself?

Tong Temple has already taken a step forward, and he is about to forcibly open the brocade box. Li Zijin instinctively stepped back, dodging Tong Si's palm.

The smiling tiger frowned, and almost said that sentence on the spot, Li Zijin, you are the murderer of Lord Xiao Qiao.

At the critical moment, Master Chai stabilized the young swordsman's shoulder with one hand, smiled and used the other hand to skillfully open the palm of Tong Si's second outstretched hand, grabbed the brocade box from Li Zijin's hand, and said indifferently: "Just show them." ”

Li Zijin's pupils were extremely dilated, and he watched the middle-aged shopkeeper raise his hand to open the brocade box.

Tong Temple, as well as the Earth Net Qi Refiner and Martial Arts, are all in full array, just waiting for one person to get the stolen goods.

The next moment, the lid of the brocade box was lifted.

There was no expected smell of blood.

Tong Si was the first to come to the middle-aged shopkeeper, glanced down, frowned, knocked Li Zijin again, brushed his sleeves away, and dropped a sentence: "He is not a murderer." ”

The qi refiners and martial artists in those ground nets instantly reined in their momentum and left with Tong Temple.

And the young swordsman in green shirt, who had not yet come back to his senses, looked at the inscrutable smile of Master Chai beside him in disbelief, walked up to him, and looked at the brocade box intently.

There are still any bloody human heads.

It's just a big watermelon.

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Zheng Guo Jingjing.

Even in such a small vassal state, the land of Gyeonggi flourished as much as most of the secular dynasties in Fuyao world.

There are many shops and traffic. There are countless street stalls and vendors, and all kinds of goods from the north and south are dazzling.

Compared with Jinhuai City, which is located in the border area, Zheng Guojing is more prepared for the Spring Festival.

There are still some days before the Spring Festival, but the streets of the capital have already hung red lanterns on both sides, and every night, there are troupes from afar, stationed in the most lively and prosperous streets and markets in the capital.

A procession of men and horses drove through the streets, and the guards opened the way in front of the sedan cars, pushing and shoving pedestrians all the way to clear the street for the big man who was sitting in the carriage not far behind him, admiring the lanterns.

"Everyone, get away quickly!" the head of the guard said in a deep voice, with a knife at his waist and a solemn expression.

Most of the people really didn't dare to compete with this pair of people and horses, and avoided them one after another.

Occasionally, those who are stunned and want to reason with this pair of people are also obedient and have no temper.

The big man in the carriage wore an official hat, and the colors and patterns on the official hat showed his good status and rank above the temple of Zhengguo.

At this moment, the man was closing his eyes and resting his hands, and the middle finger of his right hand was gently tapping his knee.

After the guards in front cleared the streets, the carriage returned to its "normal speed" and rampaged through the capital of Zheng Guo, moving quickly.

A warrior leaped from the eaves on the left side of the street and appeared in front of the carriage, blocking the pair's path.

"Who?!"

"Bold! How dare you stand in the way of Lord Shangshu?!"

"Take it for me!"

After the martial artist came out halfway, the head of the guard who led the team in front directly pulled out his sword from the sheath, pointed the tip of the knife directly at the martial artist, and scolded sharply.

His guards also drew their swords from their sheaths.

At the last moment, Wufu knelt down on one knee, took out a letter from his arms, lifted a mouthful of martial arts, and shouted loudly, "Jinhuai City Flying Sword sent a message, arrived at the 'Xitai Temple' overnight, please Lord Shangshu must look at it!"

"Shut up! Lord Shangshu of the Ministry of War, how can you see it if you want to? Come on, take it down for me!" The head of the guard gave an order, and the group of guards under him surrounded the martial arts.

At this moment, from the carriage, two fingers stretched out.

The Zheng Guobing Shangshu put his index finger and middle finger together, pointed forward, and gently hooked his fingers.

One of the guards' henchmen outside the carriage immediately said, "Wait a minute, Lord Shangshu asked you to present the letter!"

Hearing this, the head of the guard in front frowned, was slightly stunned, and glanced behind him.

He didn't understand what the "Xitai Temple" in the mouth of the martial artist represented.

However, the Shangshu of Zheng Guobing's department in the carriage clearly knew that the so-called "Xitai Temple" was a secret outpost of the Qiaofu intelligence organization's network in Gyeonggi.

As long as the extremely important and unknown letters will be sent to Xitai Temple by the spies in Qiaofu's net.

And this martial artist is a dead soldier who has been stationed near Xitai Temple all the year round, and his identity on the surface is just a mountain woodcutter.

Normally, the letter from Xitai Temple would not have reached the hands of Lord Shangshu in such a fanfare way. Unless······ This is true, and it cannot be delayed for a moment.

The head of the guard did not dare to disobey Lord Shangshu's wishes, so he could only raise one palm and let his subordinates give way, so that the martial artist who knelt on one knee could pass smoothly and go outside the carriage.

The martial artist stationed at Xitai Temple did not delay for a moment, and almost at the moment when the group of Qiao Mansion guards gave way, he immediately got up and rushed to the carriage quickly, and when he was still five steps away from the carriage, he was taken forward by the guards waiting outside the carriage and blocked the way.

The guard's henchman held out his hand to him, indicating that he could no longer approach the carriage.

"Just give me the letter. The guard spread his palms and said in a deep voice.

Takeo nodded, his hands handing over the letter, which had not yet dried.

The confidant of the Lord of the Military Department carefully examined the letter on one side, and only after finding that there was no clue did he hand the letter to the hand hanging outside the window of the carriage.

This Zheng Guo's military department Shangshu, Qiao Gaotang, held the letter with his two fingers, opened his eyes, and unfolded the letter paper casually.

The content of the letter was extremely brief.

Shorter than Kilgour expected.

Just a line.

"Lord Xiao Qiao is dead, and the ground network monks near Jinhuai City have poured out of their nests to arrest the murderer. ”

After reading the contents of the letter, Zheng Guo's military secretary tore up the letter with an expressionless face.

Qiao Gaotang gently lifted the curtain of the carriage and glanced obliquely to the left.

Jinhuai City, located on the left side of the capital of Zheng Guo.

He thought for a while, and after about ten breaths, Qiao Gaotang faced the henchman and said indifferently: "Take a pen and paper." ”

The latter quickly opened the sundries bag he had brought with him, took out a pen, ink, paper and inkstone, dipped the tip of the pen in the ink to get just the right amount of moisture, and then presented the pen and paper to the Qiao Gaotang in the carriage.

The man in a high position wrote a more brief reply in the carriage.

Qiao Gaotang handed the letter to the henchman guard outside the carriage and said, "Draw the sword." ”

The latter understood, put his index finger and thumb to his mouth, and whistled violently.

A slender flying sword came in response, this messenger flying sword is extremely fast, it can travel thousands of miles a day, if nothing else, Jin Huaicheng will soon receive a reply.

Qiao Gaotang, the secretary of the military department, saw the flying sword of transmitting the message, and quickly moved away with the letter until it disappeared from his sight and rushed to the clouds.

He gently lowered the carriage curtains to prevent anyone from seeing his expression again.

The man closed his eyes and casually touched the corner of his eye with his thumb.

Recite the word silently in your heart.

Let's go.