The boy slept very deeply, snoring like thunder, until he dreamed that he and a group of people who did not know who seemed to be relatives were escorted to the court, all dressed in death row uniforms, with messy hairstyles and bloody faces, and were tied up and kneeling side by side on the court, facing the crowd of onlookers.

"It's three o'clock in the afternoon!"

"Slash!"

The supervisor gave an order, ordered the arrow to land, making a crisp sound of hitting the ground, and a machete was raised high, and under the hot sun, the cold light flashed, and it was so dazzling that people couldn't open their eyes.

The young man held his head high without fear, even if the master died, he would die with dignity and never bow his head!

"Keep people under the knife!"

The thunder shouted loudly in the sky, and an old figure stepped on the void, and the posture of the fairy wind and bones met the eyes of many worshippers, from far and near, floating in.

Sure enough, how could such an excellent talent as Xiao Ye be beheaded by a mere executioner?

Heaven will not kill me!

The "old ......" young man opened his throat excitedly, the word "teacher" had not yet been spoken, but when he saw the light flashing, a strong sharp pain in his neck plunged his consciousness into darkness, but the change was too late to catch up with the plan, and not all "keeping people under the knife" came so timely.

It's as if at this moment, the shout of "keep people under the knife" has just started, and the old man of the fairy wind is still far away in the sky.

This might be called ...... Providence!

The young man kicked his legs, suddenly woke up, and was gasping for breath, when a bright machete slashed in front of him, and the cold light was dazzling, like the knife in the executioner's hand on the court.

"Ahh

"Don't kill me!

The young man's head was frightened by this before he could wake up, and he almost lost his soul, and shouted loudly while rolling and crawling to dodge.

Call!

The machete suddenly stopped two inches from his throat, and the cold wind left a shallow blood mark on the young man's neck.

"Whoa!"

The young man suppressed the fear in his heart, gasped heavily, and thought: The story of keeping people under the knife is really not a lie, it was just the teacher and his old man who shouted a little slower before, which was a pure mistake.

"With this little guts, you dare to trespass into the palace?" At this moment, an indifferent voice sounded outside the cell, just listening to the voice, you knew that it must be an amazing person, that kind of innate nobility and dusty temperament, will be reflected in every move, word and deed.

The teacher asked me to wait, is it just waiting for this person?

It's coming too fast, I'm just sleeping.

But then again, this voice feels a little familiar, as if I've heard it somewhere before, but it's not very similar.

"What are you still stunned for, Your Highness is willing to deign to come here to summon you a death row prisoner, but it is a great honor. The jailer, who was holding the machete, rebuked coldly, and there was a posture of using the knife if he didn't agree with him.

Your Highness?

Which Highness?

The young man looked confused, but under the threat of a machete in the cold light, he still got up and walked out of the prison door.

"It smells so good!"

As soon as he left the prison door, he smelled a trace of extremely good fragrance wafting in, and the whole person's spirit seemed to be refreshed.

"A pot of good tea can calm the mind, condense the mind, refine the qi, and sometimes taste tea, which is also a kind of enjoyment. ”

The teacup was put down, and the mist was blown away by the wind, revealing a face as rich as jade and like a knife behind him, and his eyes looked at the young man in prison clothes lightly but sharply, as if he could see into people's hearts, making him feel a kind of panic when he was seen through.

It's him!

The young man's heart sank, although they had never met face-to-face, but they had crossed paths at the Treasure Pavilion auction three years ago, and they had fought together for the page that no one cared about, and they were depressed that they had lost, and they had deeply experienced the difficulty of this person at that time.

Later, he heard rumors of this person many times, a young boy who was younger than him, without the careful teaching of a teacher-like figure, rose so fast that it was simply sensational, and brought him great pressure that no one in his generation could give him.

If it is an enemy, it must be a fierce enemy in this life!

"His Royal Highness the Seventh is flattered to visit the prison in the midst of his busy schedule!" the young man arched his hand and said tentatively.

"Sit down and pour tea. Yang Yan said lightly, the jailer hurriedly moved a chair and put it behind the young man, and Yu Yao, who served His Royal Highness the Prince, poured a cup of tea in a beautiful and elegant way and handed it to the young man.

Such treatment made the young man tremble, at least on the surface, it seems that he has nothing to make a dignified prince treat him so politely, let alone a peerless figure like the Seventh Prince.

As far as he knew, the prisoners were given a sumptuous meal of severed heads before they were executed...... Isn't that ...... Guillotine tea?

The young man almost knelt down for Yang Yan, but after thinking about it, it was wrong, he had never heard of a prince coming to deliver the guillotine in person, and they were not the kind of friends in life and death who did not judge their identity.

So, he sat opposite Yang Yan very calmly, picked up the teacup and drank it all in one gulp, while grinning his teeth hotly, his eyes lit up, and blurted out: "Good tea!"

"I can't imagine that His Royal Highness the Seventh is not only extremely talented in martial arts, but also has such a great attainment in the tea ceremony, I admire it!"

Flutter!

Yu Yao suddenly chuckled, the beauty was incomprehensible, the jailer was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly lowered his head, but the young man in prison clothes looked embarrassed, could it be that the young master said the wrong thing?

Can't you?

Yang Yan glanced at him lightly and said indifferently: "You think too much." ”

The young man immediately understood, no matter how condescending His Royal Highness was, Corporal Lixian, who was also an unattainable figure, how could he make tea for himself as a death row prisoner, this fart slapped on the horse's leg, no wonder that beautiful girl smiled so brightly.

A handsome face turned red and said: "I just said it casually, Your Highness the Seventh Highness should not go to your heart." ”

Yang Yan was noncommittal, and tasted the tea by himself, and after tasting a cup, Yuyao's maid immediately poured it, and so on, completely leaving the young man aside, so not embarrassed.

Could it be that the Seventh Prince specially summoned me so that I could taste the tea brewed by his maid, and then watch him taste the tea as a guest?

His Royal Highness the Seventh Prince, it won't be so boring, right?

But then again, the children of the royal family will more or less have some habits that ordinary people can't understand, is it that the habit of the Seven Princes is to find people to play?

In the end, the identity gap is too big, and as a death row prisoner, life and death are all in the hands of others, the young man always has a feeling of being pressed by death, the more Yang Yan is silent, the more his heart is beating.

But now that he doesn't open his mouth, he has to speak, he arched his hand and said: "I admit defeat in the next, and I hope His Royal Highness the Seventh will make it clear!"

Yang Yan put aside his time for a cup of tea before putting down the teacup, looked at the young man, and said leisurely: " Nameless, the surname is Xu Mingyi, the word Zhongqing, Wuheng Town, Linxian County, Hetang County, Haozhou, is the eldest grandson of Xu Ting, the patriarch of the Xu family in Wuheng Town, eighteen years ago, Xu Wei's mother Chen died of dystocia, and then four years after his father Xu He died of depression due to the pain of losing his wife and the patriarchal dispute, in the same year Xu Wei was found to be born with blocked meridians, is a waste that cannot be cultivated, two years later Xu Ting died violently, Xu Ting's second son Xu Gong became the new patriarch of the Xu family, and the first thing Xu Gong did when he ascended the throne was to expel the waste Xu Wei who was destined to be unable to cultivate Xu from the Xu family, and he was no longer allowed to take Xu as his surname for the rest of his life, so Xu Yu became nameless。 ”

The nameless body trembled, looking at Yang Yan incredulously, his life experience had never been mentioned to anyone, the Seventh Prince knew so much, obviously he had already investigated him, as the Seventh Prince, if he really wanted to investigate one thing, it would not be difficult to find out his own details.

What he couldn't figure out was why the Seventh Prince would investigate his own details?

For the Seven Princes, he is just a small person who has crossed paths once, why is he so concerned about himself?

Yang Yan ignored his doubts, took a sip of hot tea, and continued: "What is very interesting is that Nameless was originally just a waste who lost the support of his family, became a famous beggar in Wuheng Town, was bullied, and was beaten off a cliff by a local ruffian when he was ten years old, and he should have died, but for some reason he came back to life, and even opened up the meridians of his whole body, from a waste to an invincible genius of the same level, singing all the way, without tasting a defeat, it is just like the child of destiny in a folk novel." ”

Scold!

Nameless jumped up all of a sudden, looking at the Seventh Prince with a light smile on his face in shock, only to feel a burst of creepy, his back was cold, under the gaze of his sharp eyes, he seemed to be standing naked in front of him, there was no secret at all!

This person is terrible!

A thick look of jealousy flashed in Nameless' eyes, and in an instant he even wanted to turn around and run away, the farther away he could, the better, but this is the eighteenth floor of the Heavenly Prison, where can he escape to?

Maybe he could let the teacher borrow his body to capture the Seventh Prince and think it was a threat, but he knew better in his heart that once he did this, the consequences would be very serious.

Nameless took a few deep breaths, sat back again, faced Yang Yan's direct gaze, and said with a wry smile: "What does His Highness Seventh want, please let me know." ”

No matter how he continued, he was really afraid that he would collapse under the light but aggressive oppression of the Seven Princes.

"Go down, all of you. Yang Yan retreated from everyone, stared at the nameless eyes, and said word by word: "This prince hopes to talk to Ling Shi in person." ”

Nameless was already numb, and he was not much surprised that the Seven Princes directly revealed the existence of the teacher, but it made him suddenly realize, no wonder the Seven Princes would be interested in themselves, I see!

"Teacher, is that okay?" asked Nameless in his mind.

"The hero is a young man, and the Seven Princes really live up to their reputation. The old man's voice sounded in the room out of thin air, and an old soul body suddenly appeared in the space, looking at Yang Yan calmly and with a little appreciation.

"The old man Cangzhu is a nameless teacher, when he fell off the cliff without a name, he met the old man, and he had the fate of master and apprentice. ”

Yang Yan made a junior salute and said lightly: "Senior senior, take the liberty of asking, what is your strength in this state now?"

Shout!

The eyes of Cangzhu's soul body suddenly sharpened, and a fine light pierced Yang Yan's eyes, and it was extremely sore in an instant, and his eyes seemed to be blind.

Yang Yanjian's eyebrows were frowned, but he didn't dodge or dodge, and looked at him calmly, not giving an inch.

ps: Someone who forgot who the nameless is, you can turn to the first chapter, it appeared very early, this is one of the important supporting roles, there will be more and more scenes in the future, a strong candidate for the second male...... Haha, just kidding, there is no male second in the male frequency, but it is certain that this character is very important.

ps: The exposure rate of this book is seriously in short supply, Zema is an office worker, it is the limit to ensure that one more per day is the limit, often stay up late to code words, and the recommended position can not grab more than tears, if book friends think this book is acceptable, help promote this book, recommend it to friends who like novels, Zema thank you in advance!