[Slow Travel] Assassin System - Mingguang

'You killed her!You killed her!You tortured her for five whole years—she hated you!She hates you!I know!She told me it all! '

"The Shen family is down, the Lan family is gone, only the Qi family is left, let them come... let them assist..."

'It's coming for me, it's coming to kill me!No no no, I am not wrong, everything is for Jiangshan Sheji, I have no choice! '

'I'm all for your good, I'm all for you!Qi Heng, I only have one son like you! '

"Prince... our Dazhao country must be passed down from generation to generation..."

The sky in Gyeonggi is rolling with dark clouds. Thunder hides in this black shadow, and has been reluctant to show up for a long time. Under the cloud, the magnificent and beautiful Miyagi lies in this shadow. It was gloomy at the moment, even if there were lights everywhere in the palace walls, they became ghosts and ghosts in the depressing and desolate rain.

However, no matter how miserable the wind and rain are outside the window, the emperor's bedroom, Qiankun Palace, is always warm as spring. The heavy curtains subtly divide this spacious hall, and in the area that belongs to the master's couch, a figure suddenly Sitting up from the quilt, low panting overflowed from his throat uncontrollably...

The young emperor successfully tore through the nightmare, and he gradually came to his senses. As he breathed out the last breath in his chest, the dim light shone through the curtains and gently sprinkled on his long hair pouring down his back. .

The quiet palace room is filled with soft and fragrant fragrances, they are everywhere like gentle lighting, but the emperor Zhu Qiheng was not appeased by this extravagance, those sharp or hoarse voices are still in his ears, it is a lunatic exhausted The madness that poured out in his life was deeply engraved on the only son of the madman, and he took his dreams as sustenance, and repeated it year after year.

It's like an irregular chronic disease that may recur at any time, or some kind of gangrene, which cannot be rooted no matter what.

Zhu Qiheng raised his long hair, and there was only endless indifference on that handsome face. For him who had long been accustomed to this dream, tonight was no exception. Of course he was not frightened by this dream, on the contrary , he was just upset at his dream of being offended again—

It's just a sad, long-dead dead man, why does it appear again and again?

At this time, the door of the palace was pushed open silently, and a figure holding a candlestick walked around the heavy gauze curtains slowly and steadily, and finally stopped outside the bed. He hunched over and bowed respectfully to the king inside the bed. .

Zhu Qiheng looked sideways, and through the heavy curtain, he could only see the shadow prostrate on the ground, and the extra gentle firelight.

"Your Majesty." The person kneeling down was no longer young, but still articulate, "Did the wind and rain wake you up?"

Different from the eunuchs in people's impression, this eunuch's voice can even be called kind and amiable. He has served three masters, from the first emperor to the empress Antai, and now the little emperor. With the seniority of this family of three, his status is undoubtedly the most sufficient in the current harem.

Zhu Qiheng put one leg on one leg and one hand on his knee. This posture is definitely not in line with the emperor's etiquette, but now he doesn't need to put on a show. His anger will never be transferred to this old man who serves him, so he just asked: "Is it raining heavily outside?"

The old eunuch Wang Zhong kowtowed: "Lushu Guard and Xiju have sent teams to inspect the palace."

Jinwu Lushu and Xiju both have the responsibility of guarding the palace, but this does not mean that no one patrols the palace at ordinary times. No matter when, the palace must be surrounded by iron barrels. The "inspection" here refers to special overtime. In case of accidents and emergencies, it is generally arranged on major festivals and severe rain and snow days.

The emperor was a little surprised. He didn't expect that the rain in the interweaving of spring and summer would torture people like this.

On such a lonely night, especially when the nightmare is just over, he will always subconsciously think of another person, and this time is no exception: "It's raining heavily in Gyeonggi... I don't know how the weather is in Liaodong? It's freezing and hail It's snowing."

Wang Zhong didn't reply, he knew that the little emperor knew that person's whereabouts like the back of his hand, and the reason why His Majesty said that was just emotion, His Majesty didn't really need someone to answer him "the weather in Liaodong is not good".

Sure enough, Zhu Qiheng immediately complained and said: "Why do you want to go to Liaodong? The king of Liaodong dies when he dies. Compared with my will, is a dead vassal more important, or is it that the Jinwu and Qilin colleagues are deeply affectionate?" , do you mean that I will stop him from investigating the case? Sigh... Lan Qing really doesn't want to be with me."

To be precise, the Qilin envoy went north first and then played, and even refused to obey the order. After all, according to the emperor's order, he needs to return to Beijing to be promoted first, and then obey the imperial order. Although all evil cases are under the jurisdiction of Qilinwei However, Lan Xuan could have returned to Beijing alone and let his confidants handle the Liaodong case.

Wang Zhong comforted in a timely manner: "Commander Lan has an upright temperament."

——As an old man who has stood upright for two dynasties, apart from the life creed of keeping silent, he knows how to speak their minds for his masters.

"'Just straight'... What a 'just straight'." Zhu Qiheng sighed, and he was not really angry because of it, as if just thinking of this person could make him feel close, just like being angry, "I can only wait Lan Qing will settle this account with him when he comes back."

Wang Zhong lowered his head and maintained a listening posture that is not annoying. He didn't speak, but he could see clearly in his heart than anyone else.

Yes, how could His Majesty dislike Master Lan?Master Lan is the closest family member to His Majesty. He is half brother and half teacher. Besides, he also represents the Lan family. He and Empress Dowager Antai also...

"Call Anping Palace." The emperor said suddenly on a whim, "Didn't she like that line of the poem very much, what is 'sleep drunk and listen to the wind and rain', isn't it just right tonight?"

Wang Zhong was taken aback for a moment, and then he understood. He bowed his head and reminded: "The queen mother has summoned the imperial doctor several times recently, and it should be because the phoenix is ​​ill."

"Huh? Are you sick?" Zhu Qiheng frowned, and then seemed to remember something, and said helplessly, "It's just that the imperial doctor was summoned. Since Duwei Jiang didn't say anything, it's irrelevant that my daughter is sick." .”

Having said that, the emperor said indifferently: "Forget it, this is not a big deal... How about it, since the wind and rain are so heavy tonight, you let Wei Jin pick her up."

Wei Jin is now the eunuch in charge of the chief inspector of ceremonies, a veritable inner minister, and also the governor of the Western Bureau, one of the old hermits hiding in the capital.

Let Wei Jin go to pick up the person, he will definitely be able to bring the person over properly without a drop of water, but it is the middle of the night after all, there is no lack of wind, rain and thunder, it is definitely not a good time.

How strange, in the unanimous praise of "mother's kindness and filial piety" and "the world's role model" inside and outside the court, when the little emperor mentioned the queen mother in private, not only did he have no respect, but even a bit of intimacy. As the emperor's closest eunuch, Wang Zhong is actually used to this!

Wang Zhong bowed again: "Yes."

As the voice fell, lightning flashed above the capital, and the thunderstorm in the clouds was finally willing to hold back, so a crack opened in the dark sky. Although it only passed away in a flash, it was shocking enough.

Wang Zhong walked out of the main hall and stopped on the steps. The stench of rain and water came rushing towards his face. The palace servants closed the gate of Qiankun Hall behind him, and then the heavy curtains were locked inside together with the rich and warm fragrance, only for the most noble Exclusively for everyone.

In front of this supreme palace, Wang Zhong took a step forward. At this moment, above his head were Zhu Liangyu tiles, and under the cornices of the jade tiles were golden fences and white steps. The steps are carved with dragons and phoenixes, dragons with dragons and phoenixes, dragons with dragons and dragons, and nine heavenly fairy roads, falling down from the vermilion clouds and green gold, opening up a wide square facing the sky and the earth!

How could there be no heavenly soldiers and generals in the fairy palace?Countless warriors of the Lushu West Bureau were lined up inside and outside the stepped square. They were all masters of internal skills. In this huge square, not even a heavy breathing could be heard, and there was no noise except the sound of wind and rain.

After a flash of thunder, the silence returned, and the gloomy dome shrouded a layer of darkness on the Zhuyu Palace. In this dim night, the palace lanterns in the distance were faintly shadowed. They could not illuminate the faces of the warriors, but barely outlined the uniform Armors and uniforms, solemn and deadly, terrifying...

It was as if countless terracotta warriors were buried in the underground palace of the imperial mausoleum.

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Liaodong ushered in the first rain of spring after the harsh winter. The spring rain is as expensive as oil. The ice and snow melted in this best season, and the temperature warmed up. Therefore, the tenacious plants took advantage of the negligence of the northern border to sprout new buds, and the black soil grew green and soft. .

However, in such a rare and good season, Mu Fengyang's chest is burning with uncontrollable anger. If the person waiting for him at this moment is not Landuwei, he will definitely lose his temper as if he was in his hometown in southern Yunnan .

Intelligence collection has always been a job that tests patience, especially when visiting and collecting evidence. Liaodong King’s party friends and friends are almost all over the entire Xiangping City. All the mansions, but these dignitaries in Liaodong have their own unspoken rules. On the surface, they are more respectful and sincere than the other, but the messages they utter are completely opposite. They are either irrelevant or full of lies. Hiding countless cunning thoughts.

The existence of Youji Terrace gave this group of insects protection, and they were not even afraid of Jin Yiwei!If it was changed to Jiangnan in Gyeonggi, Jin Yiwei would have arrested and interrogated all of them a long time ago, can you give them a chance to speak out?

Before Mu Fengyang entered the Qilin Guard, he was the youngest son of the Earth Emperor. After entering the Qilin Guard, he became the eldest disciple of the male mother. He has never experienced such a situation where he has nowhere to use his strength, so he can only compete with himself .

"The rain should continue into the evening."

A clear voice sounded behind Mu Fengyang, and Mu Fengyang's heart suddenly died down, and he turned around with a bit of grievance: "Guardian!"

Lan Xuan came from behind him, his expression was as calm as ever: "Fengyang, calm down, and such scenes will continue to appear in the future."

Mu Fengyang frowned dissatisfied. He wanted to refute, but when the Qilin guard came close, he looked into those eyes.

On rainy and foggy days, it seems that some of them are covered with a layer of white gauze, even the eyebrows and eyes with Lan Xuan, black and white are distinct, clear and moist, with gentle curves, and even the wrinkles at the corners of the eyes are quite gentle, which makes people think of The so-called "deer eyes, blue and black two wavelengths" in facial features.

Mu Fengyang has always known that his immediate boss has an extraordinary bearing, but at this moment he has a new discovery, such a pair of eyes resting on the temples and flying eyebrows, pressing on the hard cheekbones, alleviating the tough bones, and immediately Make the whole face look gentle and comfortable, although this description is not accurate, but the finishing touch, it is about the same.

"Excessive rigidity is easy to break, and extreme strength is humiliating. Perseverance and integrity are the long-term path." Seeing Mu Fengyang froze in place, Miao Xuan thought that he had been touched by him, and immediately started ideological and moral education, "Your Both your skills and personality are very strong, there is nothing wrong with that, as long as you restrain yourself more, you will definitely be able to walk more steadily in the future."

When Mu Fengyang returns to Beijing, he will be promoted. At that time, he will no longer be able to keep his head on tasks, but will start to contact all kinds of colleagues and officials, even relatives of the emperor.

In front of the real emperor, the young son of the King of Southern Dian is nothing.

The Qilin governor is really worried about his good subordinates. Miao Xuan has a lot of experience in raising children, but such arbitrarily willful ones are rare, and Dazhao's officialdom is a place that cannibalize people. The identity of a young son with a different surname is not Life-saving talisman, I don't know how to guide it...

The more Miao Xuan thought about it, the more helpless he became. The rain curtain outside the eaves became dense again. He looked at the sky, took off his cloak and tied it to Mu Fengyang: "It's not too late, let's go, let's go West Market."

Mu Fengyang grabbed the cloak, flustered and shy for a while, before he had time to think of a way to refuse, he saw that the guard had strode into the rain curtain, such a little rain was nothing to martial arts masters, as long as When the true energy leaks out, the long-haired robe can be evaporated in an instant.

Mu Fengyang hurried to catch up, and he also got on the horse, but his mind was confused, thousands of words were stuck in his throat, and finally he asked a question: "Guwei, why are we going to West Market?"

Miao Xuan was already waiting for him on horseback, and upon hearing the words, he told him: "There is a clue - two months ago, Princess Liaodong sold a group of slaves, and soon after that, the case of exterminating the family in Liaodong. Instead, the servants escaped with their lives, and now, they are the people who know the Liaodong Palace best."

"What?" Mu Fengyang was shocked, and immediately stopped his wild thoughts. He asked, "Guwei, how did you know? I have been following you, how could I..."

"The information you have received is incomplete. I have gathered everyone's information here." Miao Xuan wrote lightly, "And they also gave us a lot of hints, didn't they? Although they all want to conceal what Youjitai is doing, as long as If it’s a lie, there must be flaws.”

The "they" here naturally refer to the group of high-ranking officials and nobles of the Liaodong faction. Mu Fengyang followed the commander to ask all the way, but the information he could get was at most that "the Liaodong palace had released a group of servants", far from the commander. To make it so accurate - not only did they get the specific time when the slaves were bought and sold, but also the motives of the princess of Liaodong's move, and even found out where they are scattered now.

Although with the assistance of other Qilin Guards, but in such a short period of time to sort out the information, identify the authenticity, infer the cause and effect, and finally come to a conclusion...

Mu Fengyang once again felt the gap between him and the supervising guard. The supervising guard seemed to be able to see through the authenticity of other people's words, and he could get a lot of information without interrogation.

Not only that, the martial arts between them are also very different. It seems that only the masters of the Liaodong king can stand shoulder to shoulder with the governors and guards. They will naturally cherish each other-even Wei Jin is on the list!

"Fengyang, you still have to learn." 7K 妏敩

Just when the young man couldn't hide his disappointment, his teacher suddenly turned around from the horse and encouraged him in a low voice. After the rain and mist, his brows and eyes were full of smiles, and thin dew had condensed on his eyelashes at some point, and then he followed suit. With this smile, he rolled onto the lying silkworm: "I have practiced this skill for 20 years, and you must have learned it faster than me."