[Slow Travel] Assassin System - Mingguang

The rain is cold in autumn, the wind is severe and the river is cool...

Huo Yuhuai looked up at the sky, the rain fell patteringly, and splashed into the water tank outside the eaves. This kind of dripping water is unique to Jiangnan Road. People from the grassland will never be able to appreciate it. Nomads do not have profound words. Inheritance, they don't understand the southern people's sustenance to the saint's kindness and the world, except——

"Has the frost come yet? Winter is coming so fast this year."

Under the same roof, a thin man in black was reaching out to catch the rainwater falling from the sky. The transparent water splashed on his palm, and gently slid across his five knuckles, but he refused to linger, and went straight through , smashed on the ground bitterly.

"Your Excellency also knows about 'Frost's Fall', it's really knowledgeable, this kind of southern folk miscellaneous knowledge..."

"Hehe, that's exactly the case, my lord is so elegant, I should really..."

"The Central Plains should be ruled by the Tartars! There is a British lord like Khan, and a capable minister like your lord..."

……

The sound of flattery was endless, and all the surrenders of the Southern Dynasty were all smiling. They scrambled to flatter this high priest, who was under one person and above ten thousand among the Tartars. Such a gentle priest is a rare opportunity.

Among the superiors of the Tartars, only the fourth prince, Geriletu, and the high priest can communicate with the subjects in the southern language. Traitors, even those second-class perverts can show the faces of the southern surrenders.

It can be seen that no matter what, there is a first-come-first-served basis, and the order of kneeling can actually determine the dignity of a slave.

Huo Yuhuai did not participate in this grand event, but even if he only stood at the most marginal position, he could still get the attention of almost all the surrendered officials. They acquiesced that he was the leader of the surrender group in the Southern Dynasty, so in this activity of currying favor with the Tartars , and left an empty seat for him—look, how powerful this Mr. Huo is, he is calm and neither humble nor humble, and he can lick the Tartar comfortably without bending over!

If it were someone else, Huo Yuhuai would have gone up to lead the conversation, but this time it was Huo Elan...

Perhaps even Huo Yuhuai himself didn't notice that he actually faced Huo Elanle in fear, as if just exposing himself to those gentle and peaceful eyes was enough to make him feel ashamed.

Although Huo Elanle was gentle with others, he didn't seem to like being surrounded by stars like this. He left in a hurry and strode into the house. It wasn't until this time that Huo Yuhuai finally raised his eyes and was able to look at his back with dignity.

It was already frost, but Joelanle was still wearing thin clothes. After taking off the cloak, only the close-fitting single clothes were left. It was still the same dark red robe, with flat and broad shoulders and straight waist , exactly the same as the boy in the distant memory...

The hall is the home of the Tartars. The generals of the Chinese army and important officials of the royal court are all gathered here. Now that the Chinese army has captured the target, they are all waiting for news from the other two armies.

It wasn't until Huo Elanle stepped over the threshold and his back disappeared behind the bead curtain that Huo Yuhuai lowered his eyes again, opened [True Listening], and wantonly captured the voices of everyone around him.

【These Tartars are really hard to please. If you can find the high priest, this is a sure-fire business. You don’t have to be afraid of making mistakes when you win the heir. It’s still the fourth prince who is most eager for talent, so why don’t I show my favor first... ...]

[Yunzhou is about to become the territory of the Tartars. Hey, these barbarians searched the Huaihe River yesterday. How can those tender and thin horses stand? Cows chew peonies!I don't know how to pity the fragrance and cherish the jade at all, so I would be more suitable...]

【... Keeping an eye on Huo Yuhuai? This is an easy task, but he has already betrayed his entire family to the emperor. How could it be a false surrender?The prince of the Tartars was also suspicious. 】

"Fake surrender"?

A glint of light flashed in Huo Yuhuai's eyes. It seemed that he had been suspected. Is it the third prince Alatan?Or the fourth prince, Geriletu?

If he had both, it would be a bit dangerous, but he still has countermeasures. If the second prince Chao Luomen is added, he would have to fight for his life... But as long as the eldest prince Ba Gen is still so Stupid, he has a way to find a foothold.

Among the four princes, Huo Yuhuai is sure that he can control Ba Gen. First, he can read the voice of the eldest prince, and second, he can also grasp Ba Gen's character and weaknesses. He is even ready to defend the eldest prince. Fighting for the succession of the royal court...

Regardless of whether it can be achieved or not, and regardless of whether Bagen is willing to fight or not, as long as disputes are caused first, the civil strife of succession to the throne will inevitably begin. At that time, countless people will be willing to push Bagen forward.

Of course, Darigachi was the first person who didn't want to see his sons fighting among themselves, but the contradictions already existed, and as long as there is a fuse, it can immediately cause chaos-no matter how powerful the wolf pack is, it is doomed to have only one A wolf king, and now there are four strong princes under the King Xie court, what can the old wolf king do?

Huo Yuhuai silently memorized the voices of everyone around him, and quickly categorized them. The good memory that he never forgets gave him the extraordinary ability to collect information, and then became the foundation of his life.

In the rain outside the gate, the sound of horseshoes sounded disorderly. Horse racing is forbidden in the city, unless it is a particularly urgent military situation.

Huo Yuhuai looked sideways, and saw a black spot that was getting closer and closer in the hazy water curtain of Jiangnan Road. As the orderly approached, everyone could clearly see his distressed appearance - there was no mistake, This is an urgent message that only after losing a battle.

Huo Yuhuai's heart seemed to float along with the flustered hoofbeats, ha, did he really win?Sure enough, as long as the information is correct, coupled with Wei Jinghuan's rare power, even leading a weak army can still win!

Dai Qin must have died too, with Wei Jinghuan taking care of him before, and his arrangement in the barracks later, Dai Qin must die if he doesn't die!

The horses approached, and the panicked voice of the messenger gradually reached Huo Yuhuai's ears, and the repeated voice of "The Left Army's front line was defeated" made him more determined. to cover up his expression.

The letter horse neighed and fell limply to the ground. It was so exhausted that it couldn't hold on anymore, but the messenger on the horse didn't dare to stop at all. He got off his horse and rushed into the hall covered in blood——

"Report!!!——The front line of the left army was defeated——"

Huo Yuhuai heard something again, but the voice in his heart stopped his movements, the joy in his heart disappeared, and the teacup held in front of him trembled slightly.

In just a short moment, the messenger had already rushed in, and the bloody and rancid rainwater splashed on Huo Yuhuai's body, and the cold chill just penetrated his clothes and penetrated into his flesh and bones——

"Daiqin Nayan died in battle! The eldest prince was assassinated and killed!!"

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An urgent report caused a sensation on the front line and shocked many people on the land of the Central Plains.

The Tartars were defeated for the first time!Defeated in front of the southern army, completely defeated!And not only that, the prince of Tartar who was said to be extremely powerful also died, his death was bleak, the poison penetrated into the bone marrow, and he rotted beyond recognition!

But before the Southern people had time to rejoice or celebrate, they fell into more painful grief.

Just after Ba Gen, the eldest prince of the Lulian Royal Court, was assassinated and killed, the Tartars raised their butcher knives, and the left and right armies massacred the city together. In just seven days, the killings happened everywhere, and blood flowed across the Central Plains, and the red land was scorched. ...

The Tartars actually used these terrifying seven days and tens of thousands of lives to forcefully suppress the news of the Southerners' victory!

Fengcheng.

The continuous autumn rain has gone with the cold wind, and the sky in Jiangnan Road has rarely ushered in a dry and sunny day. The chaotic sound of horseshoes crushed this dilapidated small town. There is no clean place on the vertical and horizontal streets. Mixed with blood, it splashed with the trampling of horseshoes.

The destination has arrived.

The horseshoes stopped abruptly, and a woman in red jumped off the horse. Her boots crushed the water, and she staggered into the tall building amidst the clattering sound.

"Grand Concubine", "Na Yan Ke He Dun", "Elder Madam", "Imperial Concubine Empress"...

There were chaotic kneeling and worshiping sounds one after another, and the Tartars, Semu, and Nan people seemed to have a unique set of honorific titles for nobles, and all of these were unified into "Master Priest" after this noble woman passed by.

"Wurina!" Miao Xuan yelled, he was a step late, but he failed to stop the eldest niece and let her break into the house——

"what!!!--"

The woman's mournful voice rang out, and Uzhina threw herself to the side of the coffin, looking up at the smelly inside, almost unable to believe that half of the skeleton was her stalwart husband!

Ba Gen is so tall, just like a hill, his thick arms can easily hug her, as easily as picking a peony flower, he has great strength unmatched by all men, but He didn't dare to use it in front of her, for fear of hurting her finger...

This flirtatious bastard, this liar full of lies, said something like "those who dislike the crops will not get a harvest, and those who dislike their wives will have no children and grandchildren" and "the dimples in the eyes of lovers", just coaxed her to be happy. Hook up women all over the world...

How many times she pointed at his nose and scolded him, how many times she threatened him with a knife, how many times she cursed him to die——

But now, her husband is really dead, turned into this pair of black smelly bones wrapped in rotten flesh, dripping with poisonous blood, not even maggots grow, and even the wood is afraid of being corroded. Changshengtian was no longer visible in his eyes, and there was no fiery beating heart in that cold chest. He died, so suddenly, at the hands of a despicable assassin!

"Uzhina! Don't touch it, it's poisonous!"

Miao Xuan held the woman down, and she almost reached out to touch Bagen's remains. Facing such a painful family member, Miao Xuan knew that it was useless for him to persuade him, so he could only use actions to contain her.

"Uncle! Let me go with him—" Uzhina grabbed Miao Xuan's arm. In order to hurry, she had not eaten, drank or slept all day and night, but she still burst out with great strength, and her sharp nails fell directly into the Miao Xuan's arm.

Miao Xuan didn't know how to comfort him, because he couldn't believe it the first time he saw Bagen's remains. He knew that the "poison" type of heavenly grace in this world is very powerful, but he didn't expect it to be like this when it was applied to people. horrible——

Because of the characteristics of the body, Miao Xuan is immune to all types of poisons, including the severe poison brought by Tian En, so he has never taken poison Tian En very seriously until now.

With a soft sound, someone knelt down outside the gate, and cautiously reported: "The high priest, the assassin brought him up, and there is still one alive, nothing was found in the interrogation..."

Before the voice fell, Uzhina jumped up, and infinite power seemed to erupt from that thin body. Seeing that her niece and daughter-in-law were about to struggle recklessly, Miao Xuan couldn't hold her down anymore, so she could only Let her run to the door.

On the ground outside the gate, a group of Tartar soldiers were escorting a skinny southern woman. She had been tortured a long time ago, although nothing could be interrogated—she was really the most innocent and most innocent woman. Poor victim.

But how could the Tartars accept that their valiant grand prince died not on the battlefield, but in the desperate struggle of a commoner boy?

It wasn't until the old woman who was with this woman died due to interrogation that she was temporarily let go, hanging her breath, and left it to vent her anger to the nobles.

"assassin……"

Uzhina stared at the southern woman in the courtyard, and this woman also stared at Uzhina firmly. One of them was a emaciated noble lady covered in jewels and emerald greens, and the other was a sickly and emaciated captive. , they are obviously two completely different people, but at this moment because of the exact same expression, they are very similar.

It was bitter hatred.

"It was you who killed my husband!" Uzhina rushed in front of the woman, pulled out the only small knife at her waist, cursed bitterly, and stabbed the woman frantically, but the knife was Ba Gen The wolf knife has never been cut at all, let alone causing fatal injuries.

"Hahahaha...cough cough cough..." The southern woman let out a crazy laugh. She was the one who was hurt, but she laughed wildly and frankly, shouting, "Your husband is dead too, your The husband is also dead!!!"

The two people used completely different languages, but they understood each other's meaning strangely. Uzhina cried so much that she almost collapsed. But it was not so much that she was stabbed by the knife as that she was pushed for the last time by the blow caused by the stabbing. She had only one breath left, and now she was also dying.

"Hey, why are you crying..." The woman gritted her teeth while spitting blood, "Ha, why do you have the face to cry... Give me back my baby... my father and mother... my husband..."

The woman's voice became smaller and smaller, but she still stared at Uzhina with her eyes wide open. If she had a ghost after her death, she would definitely kill everyone in front of her at any cost.

Uzhina's movements stopped at some point, and Miao Xuan stopped her almost at the same time: "Uzhina, she is dead."

Yes, the woman from the Southern Dynasty had died long ago, but she still kept her eyes wide open. This unrepentant death was so horrific that the Tartar soldiers who escorted her could not help but let go——

"thump"

Those big eyes were facing the sky, reflecting the cloudless sky. The woman's body was lying in the blood and mud, as well as in Uzhina's tears.