Devouring Martial Dao: Start by becoming a false prince

“Even if Zhao Wenxuan dies of illness, even if the imperial capital is in turmoil, I still have to go to Concubine Zhuang’s tomb before the winter hunt.”

The young man’s voice was calm, but it was loud, with a determination that could not be refused.

What he wants to do, he will do.

What is hidden is not the unreasonable and wanton willfulness of the yellow-haired child, but an indescribable arrogance and domineering.

Bai Suli looked at him stunned, thinking of getting along these days, suddenly… The ghost asked poorly, “You… Is it really Sima Bai?

Xia Yan looked at him calmly.

Bai Suli clasped her hands together, resting on a place where she could pull out the handle of the knife at any time, and then suddenly asked: “Do you remember what you did to me?”

Xia Yan said calmly: “The jade girl meets…”

“Enough!” Bai Suli asked again, “When I was nine years old, the Son of Heaven asked Zhi, what did you say?”

Xia Yan said indifferently: “I wish to wear a brocade robe, enjoy the landscape, and not ask about the cangsheng and the society…

But actually, I didn’t understand it, because this was taught to me by the concubine.

The mother concubine said that there were only two kinds of blood descendants of the emperor, one was a tiger who coveted the imperial throne, and the other was a crane who did not care about political affairs.

She said that one mountain does not allow two tigers, but it can accommodate many idle cloud wild cranes.

Therefore, she wishes me to be a crane, may I want nothing, do not fight, just live well in this peaceful Yujing City.

Bai Suli asked again: “When I was ten years old, the Lantern Festival Lantern Festival, what happened?”

Xia Yan said: “It’s nothing, it’s just that you’re practicing martial arts, I’m visiting the lantern party, and when I come back, I brought you two strings of rock sugar gourds and a little sugar man who blows.” The

rock sugar gourd is sprinkled with sesame seeds, the other is wrapped in walnuts, and the little sugar man is a heroic woman, I said… Let you practice martial arts well and protect me in the future.

Bai Suli fell silent, and her hanging hands were also lowered.

Obviously, although the prince in front of him is strange, he is real.

Perhaps, the great terror between life and death is really enough to make people change their temperament, right?

The wind passed, and the dead branches outside the window swayed, casting messy shadows on the oil-paper window.

Young girls, as if they had been separated for years, met again at this time and got to know each other again.

Xia Yan suddenly said, “Aren’t you ready to prepare a car and wine?!”

Bai Suli came back to her senses and snorted, “Not today, there is no defense today.” Tomorrow… I’ll arrange everything and take you again.

Xia Yan did not refuse, and said, “Good.”

In fact…

Go back the next day, that’s what he wants.

His heart was full of flames and he needed wine to pour water, and he went to worship Concubine Zhuang, in fact, he also went to worship the white-haired old woman who was not in the universe and was far away from the sky, waiting for him for decades.

In addition to this, he was there to test one thing…

After Bai Suli left in a hurry.

The prince, who was served and dressed and washed, laughed again and ordered: “Frost painting, you go to the imperial dining room to get ten altars of immortal country drunkenness, ten altars of green ant brewing, just say that this king will go to worship the mother concubine tomorrow morning, let him prepare well, hahaha!”

“Hanqin, my mother and concubine Xiguan Bamboo Zhiyin, you go to the music workshop of the palace and ask, let them arrange some beauties who are good at musical instruments, and come with me tomorrow morning!”

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In the evening, Bai Suli returned.

As soon as she returned, she ran to the Moon Shadow Palace angrily. In the courtyard, the young man held a gun, just dancing, the tip of the

gun was hidden sharp, the posture was as strong as a python, and when he moved and was quiet, his body exuded an aura that was completely different from that of a third-rate warrior.

The fox watched him dance the gun, and the thought “he won’t hide it” was born in his heart.

But this idea just appeared, and it was broken.

Impossible.

The life trajectory of the Third Highness is clear, and there is absolutely no possibility of hiding it.

Could it be that he is really a natural gun trainer?

A few thoughts flashed, and the original qi in Bai Suli’s heart returned, and she angrily reprimanded: “Sima Bai! What the hell are you trying to do?!

The boy didn’t stop until after a blaze of incense, then he threw away the gun and asked, “What’s wrong?”

Bai Suli asked in a cold voice: “You actually asked the palace maid to go to the imperial dining room and go to Lefang to shout indiscriminately, saying that you are going to worship Concubine Zhuang tomorrow?” You… Is there still a little vigilance? Did you know that someone is going to kill you! You have experienced life and death twice, why do you still not know how to be good and unstable?

The young man said, “Wine, musicians, are all a must.” How does it not work?

“You can arrange it quietly?”

“If you act alone, why hide?”

“Lonely? What are you lonely? Unreasonable!

Bai Suli was thinking about going low-key tomorrow, and then going back quickly, but as a result, these three highnesses fell well and stabbed out directly, is this enough preparation time for those who want to assassinate?

Originally, the little “impression points” she had accumulated about this teenager had disappeared.

What domineering?

What determination?

It’s just that from “lustful and lustful” to “good joy”!!

Bai Suli, who was angry, turned around and left, it seems that tomorrow it seems that he needs to strengthen his defensive forces, and at the same time… She will bring her plain white liuxian skirt with her.

Xia Yan silently looked at her anxious back, and then withdrew his gaze.

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Midnight.

In a flash.

Xia Yan slept until this time, only feeling refreshed, and he slowly opened his eyes in the dark.

Tonight, there is no moonlight outside the window, and the harsh winter approaching the New Year has finally brought another snow…

In this lonely moment, the snowflakes fell suddenly, like pieces of goose feathers, piling up snow-white strands on the cold ground.

A heavy malice spread out from the distant darkness, and clearly fell into Xia Yan’s perception.

“End of test…” “Sure enough, what the evil

ghost sensing can perceive is only the malice that is nearby…”

Xia Yan got up, changed into a night walking suit, and then stood in the clearing, showing the appearance of an evil ghost, his figure slowly sank into the pool, and the thought went to the other side.

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In a remote house where groceries were stacked, four figures gathered here, as if conspiring about something.

One of the little eunuchs took out three small bottles and three daggers, handed them to the other three eunuchs, and said in a low voice: “Blood coagulation poison, see the blood to seal the throat, tomorrow the sun will come out of the palace, kill the third prince.”

The other three eunuchs did not say a word, as if killing the third prince was a necessary thing, and the rest did not need to be asked.

They took the dagger and poison, then leaned out the door, looked cautiously to the left and right, and then lowered their heads and walked out quickly in the gray wind and snow.

The little eunuch who dispensed the medicine still stayed here, he was the eunuch who managed the small warehouse, and only he could hide the poison and dagger here silently.

Under his control, this small courtyard has become a secret stronghold in the palace, and it is very safe.

His status is therefore higher, playing the role of a midstream organizer.

But even so, he didn’t know why he was so eager to assassinate the fake at all costs. But it doesn’t

matter if you don’t know, it doesn’t matter.

Every Faceless Man was born to obey the orders of witches.

The little eunuch distributed daggers and poison.

Waves of palace maidens, eunuchs, and even guards came here quietly, and then quietly left, walking in all directions, and then gathering at the tomb of Concubine Zhuang tomorrow to complete the assassination of the third prince.

Unconsciously, half an hour had passed.

The little eunuch finished his assignment and prepared to leave.

The Faceless Man acts, haunted, infiltrates wherever he wants, and no one can detect it, because… They can replace someone else!

The little eunuch walked out of the door and was about to close the door with his backhand, when suddenly his body froze.

Because on the snow in front of him, there was a gray-clothed man with a gun.

At the moment he saw the man in gray, the spear had burst out wildly, without any momentum, without any majesty, but when he noticed it again, it had pierced his neck.

Huh~

The spear is in and out instantly, without nostalgia.

Blood splashed and fell on the blood block, and the fish that slipped through the net bloomed red plums in the snow.

The little eunuch covered his neck, his eyes widened, and he threw himself forward.

The man in gray took a long spear, held his body, and slowly lowered it, making his fall silent, and then quickly replenished two shots, and then carefully entered the small warehouse in the rear.

He leaned over and removed a few old wooden tools, patted the floor, and then moved the floor to reveal the dense layer underneath, and… Poison bottles arranged neatly in a dense layer.

The snow is falling and getting frenzied.

And on the snow around the small courtyard, one corpse after another was poured down, these corpses were the eunuchs, guards and palace maids who came to collect the poison.

There are no traces of fighting around them, which means… Their deaths were only instantaneous, and that moment was not enough for them to give any reaction.