[Slow Travel] Assassin System - Mingguang

Compared with the urgency when going north, Xiangping’s journey to the south is much more leisurely. It only takes one month to go from Jiangnan to Qilinwei in Liaodong, but it takes more than two months to go south to Gyeonggi from Liaodong. Doubled, which shows the efficiency of Jin Yiwei in rushing on the road.

Of course, this "leisure" is only for Qilin Wei. For ordinary people who have almost no foundation in martial arts, this kind of rushing rhythm is out-and-out torture.

Fortunately, the cold winter passed, the temperature turned warmer, and there were few bad weather along the way, which finally made the two months less difficult.

The further south you go, the warmer the climate will be. By the time Qilinwei arrives near Gyeonggi, early summer has arrived, and the vegetation inside and outside Chidao is luxuriant and pleasing. Looking around, these creatures have almost occupied every corner of the place.

Dazhao has a vast territory and complex territory. The Gyeonggi area is located in the most central position of the country. It is on a plain. There is no advantage in defensive terrain here. This is the last city we will pass through on this journey.

Jinmen is one of the bustling cities second only to the Imperial Capital, and Qilin Guard will take a short rest here.

Miao Xuan has traveled a lot and has accumulated enough experience over the years. For example, after returning to the capital after a long business trip, he has no buffer time. The little emperor will summon him immediately, so he will enter the capital city The state of the gate directly enters the palace. Although he feels that it is not rude to do so, it is impossible to run all the way without any impact. It still needs time to recuperate, and Jinmen is the best buffer.

Now that they have returned to Gyeonggi, the tokens of the Qilin Guards are easy to use again. When the clever city gate guards see Jin Yiwei from a distance, they give way to a smooth road, and they don't even need to show their tokens. Contact inspection, and it's even more important in Jinmen City, there is no need to show a token, only this dark green robe is lit up, and no one who comes and goes, regardless of their status or age, will back away.

This kind of card made Mr. Mu very satisfied, he glanced at Qi Rendong and everyone in Liaodong quite complacently, but Qi Rendong still ignored him, making Mu Fengyang look away boringly.

The first time Qi Rendong left Liaodong was probably when he was curious about the journey, but he was quite calm. During this journey, except for asking for advice on martial arts, he rarely asked for advice. For such a sensible student, Miao Xuan is willing to take care of her a little bit more.

Of course Mu Fengyang was not happy about this, but Qi Rendong's backing down made it impossible for him to make a fuss, coupled with the busy road, the two of them never even had a chance to discuss each other, so the conflict was virtually weakened a lot.

It was almost time for dinner, so Tang Tongzhi directly chose the restaurant he frequented most, but the moment he stepped on the threshold, he noticed something unusual.

There seemed to be very few guests today. The huge restaurant lacked the excitement of fireworks in the past, and it seemed too quiet. Half of the seats in the lobby were removed, and a big stage was replaced instead.

Although inviting a troupe on the stage is considered a kind of ostentation during the festival, but now is not a good time, and standing on this wide stage is not a certain troupe, but a small field troupe with different origins—on the stage. It was full of trembling men, women and children, the men wore green hats and blue scarves, while the women wore revealing makeup and gorgeous makeup. Almost everyone was holding musical instruments and holding an allegro. , The number of people is so large that one wonders whether the organizers have emptied all the secret rooms in Jinmen.

Tang Tongzhi was stunned at first, and then realized that only the Western Bureau could make such a battle. He looked at the boss: "Guardian?"

Before stepping into the restaurant, Miao Xuan had figured out the layout of the restaurant, but now is not a good time to leave, if he is alone, he can do anything, but now the most elite team of Qilin Guard has stepped into the restaurant. Once they entered the lobby, if they left immediately, it would be a desertion.

Seeing such an innocuous game in the west game again, Miao Xuan just wanted to sigh in his heart, but he still had a calm expression on his face: "Find a seat and leave them alone."

Tang Tongzhi got the order, and the warriors pretended they hadn't seen the stage. Qilinwei's indifference naturally aroused the dissatisfaction of the behind-the-scenes people. When all the guests arrived, the show began. Zhan Zhandi stepped forward and opened their voices together.

"The melting pot of heaven and earth is all copper. You know that there is justice in the world, but you don't know that the melting pot turns people into saints, laughs at unicorns, and angrily reprimands the sky for not having eyes..."

Miao Xuan: ...

Come on, it’s still the same old routine. Wei Jin pioneered it ten years ago, and now, his apprentices and grandchildren have also begun to learn and use it.

Not only Miao Xuan is numb, but even the small system is numb, and he can't help but sigh with emotion to his brother: [Can't the Western Bureau do some new work? 】

Miao Xuan was speechless, thinking that this was probably impossible, after all, Wei Jin was a long-term lover, and if the upper beam was not upright and the lower beam was crooked, his batch after batch of subordinates also had the same virtue.

That's right, what was being sung on this stage was nothing but the famous "Crying Unicorn".

As the music gradually improved, even the people in Youjitai heard something wrong, let alone the Qilin Guards. Mu Fengyang was furious, and acted without waiting for an order. He directly picked up the chair at hand and threw it at him. On the stage, the ordinary wooden chair hit the stage under the strong force, and exploded with a loud noise. The stage did not collapse, but a crack appeared in the center.

The performers on the stage were already panicking, but this time the sky collapsed and the earth collapsed. They cried and fled while the instruments smashed all over the place. When they saw that the song could not be sung, a voice of unidentifiable male and female came from upstairs. Containing vigor, ringing and suppressing clouds, easily overwhelmed the flustered human voice——

"The emerald scales turned into rubble, and the emerald feathers fell into grass mud..."

Immediately afterwards, the curtain fell to the ground, covering the stage full of bewildered people, and the owner of the voice also jumped down from the second floor and landed lightly and delicately in front of the stage.

Just looking at the appearance, this is actually a slender and beautiful girl with full eyes and infinite softness, but such a rare beauty has not won any admiration. At this moment, all the Qilin guards showed vigilance and resistance. The battle of wits and courage over the years has long given them a conditioned reflex to the "beauties of the Western Bureau", especially this kind of frisky one.

The beauty didn't care at all, her red lips curled up, and Li Yunchuanshi's voice came out of her thick inner strength, which shook the ordinary people on and off the stage dizzy, and their ear canals were bleeding——

"Hey! It's such a big unicorn head, it's rotten and full of maggots, the stench is unbearable, and there's only flesh and blood but no skin!"

Singing "Crying Kirin" to Qilinwei, it was like pointing his nose and scolding his mother. Mu Fengyang's flute had already slipped out of his sleeve, and Tang Tongzhi also clasped the long knife around his waist, and it was at this moment that he was about to wipe his gun and go off. Moments ago, Miao Xuan sighed softly.

He didn't seem to do anything, but the beauties on the stage stopped singing like they were dumb. Not only that, he also staggered backwards, and it was difficult to stand still.

Miao Xuan didn't want to argue with the children at first, but after a brief warning, he directly raised his head, looked at the third floor of the restaurant, and said frankly, "Master Wei, this scene is not good."

As soon as the words fell, everyone in Qilinwei, including Qi Rendong, was startled. Almost everyone raised their heads at the same time. As expected, there was a thin figure standing upright behind the railing on the most eye-catching position on the third floor. You can see his face clearly, but that motionless posture is like a cliff growing out of bitter bamboo.

When is there a person standing there? !

The Qilin guards have good martial arts skills, and when they enter a brand new environment, they will inevitably look around. You must know that the third floor of the restaurant is unobstructed, but they didn't notice anything.

Not only Qilin Wei is facing a big enemy, Qi Rendong is also awe-inspiring. After he caught this person in his vision, he instinctively sensed the crisis. A master who has reached a certain level must have a unique "potential". Lan Xuan's asylum should have lost the will to fight at this moment and is at the mercy of others, right?

This is the legendary Wei Jin, the leader of the Western Bureau who is as famous as Jin Yiwei...

"Don't guard Lan Duo like it?"

The man suppressed his voice and smiled, as if he didn't see the people around him, he just replied gently to Miao Xuan's words: "The kid is messing around, I'll make him apologize... well, I thought Mrs. Lan would be very upset I like it, after all, you once praised Miss Ruan."

The voices of many eunuchs and eunuchs are very shrill, but Wei Jin's is not like this. His voice is not very mellow and deep, but his enunciation is clear, very hoarse, and has a natural rhythm, which makes people willing to listen patiently.

Wei Jin has put in a lot of hard work in polishing his voice like this, just like his own appearance. Anyone who sees him at first sight will think that he is a gentle scholar. Who would have thought that he is actually the Governor of the Western Bureau? ?

Miao Xuan sighed again: "No, I don't think there is anything special about this scene, I just don't like such insincere performances."

The "Miss Ruan" that Wei Jin refers to is Ruan Yanyu, the evil spirit in the Jiangnan Demon Trickster Case, and when Wei Jin mentions her, most likely he wants to express the capabilities of his secret agents.

How should I put it, it really is the style of the Western Bureau, I wish I could check everything clearly for you, from rebel plots to toilet paper, in short, I check everything, it is very troublesome.

In the effort of these two sentences, the beautiful "girl" has already struggled to climb down the stage. Who would have thought that the beauty is actually a half-grown boy. When the ancestor spoke, the little brat knew that this time it was a mess. , how pitiful is that drooping head...

But Wei Jin was still smiling, his eyebrows were long and narrow, and the tails of his eyes curled up in an indescribable allure: "Really? It seems that this child's singing voice is not good enough, but it's a pity that I don't know how to teach him, so it's better for the guards to take him in." He, just treat it as a toy, adjust it, teach it to play with."

The little beauty changed from her previous arrogant appearance, and knelt down obediently and cutely, revealing a section of her white neck.

This run really hit the bull's-eye, and Miao Xuan felt even more upset. He knew that Wei Jin had found out about him taking in the princess of Xiaojun, but what could Miao Xuan do, he could only refuse dryly: "No need."

"That's right, you've always looked down on us..." Wei Jin's smile disappeared, he walked around the corridor, and finally walked down the stairs to the lobby step by step, "You still don't step back? It's embarrassing. "

The little beauty got up, and glanced at Miao Xuan before stepping down, as if complaining about his hard heart, Miao Xuan could only ignore it, and stared at Wei Jin seriously: "Does Governor Wei have any advice?" ?”

Wei Jin looked cold when he restrained his smile, and he nodded: "Seven days ago, Your Majesty asked me to wait at the Jinmen Gate——Your Majesty ordered me to bring the guards back to the palace for an audience without delay once the Land Guards enter the city. "

Miao Xuan: "..."

Let’s put it this way, the last time the little emperor just made Wang Zhong wait at the gate of the imperial capital for three days, but this time it was a week earlier and Wei Jin was appointed, although it is strange to describe it as one foot high and one foot high. , but his schedule seems to have been predicted.

Wei Jin asked with a sideways hand: "Please follow me."

Miao Xuan: "...obey the order."

*

Ever since he came to Beijing at the age of 15, Miao Xuan could not remember how many times he had entered the palace. Now, he is absolutely familiar with the road, and he can walk back to the gate of the palace without leaving a light at night.

The timing of the emperor's summons was very irregular, and it was common for him to enter the palace without a meal. Miao Xuan missed the lunch he missed in his heart, and could only hope that Old Tang would take care of Mu Fengyang and Qi Rendong for the time being. Don't make any trouble before he leaves the palace.

The palace was as quiet as ever. As soon as Miao Xuan looked sideways at the palace gate, Wei Jin understood his doubts and reminded him softly, "Yesterday was the imperial court."

In today's Dazhao, there are not many ways for officials to connect with the emperor. There are mainly two ways, one is memorials, and the other is going to court.

Of course, there is no time limit for the submission of documents. There are officials outside the cabinet who are waiting to collect and receive all memorials across the country. It is more convenient for Beijing officials. After dinner, 99, no matter what, you should find a delivery point, and you can live without longevity. Complaining is good for the body and mind... It's just hard to say when this memorial will be sent to the emperor's desk, and whether it will be read and approved.

As for the court meeting, this is an event that requires a high level of official position and seniority. After all, the Golden Luan Hall is only a small place, with one radish and one pit, and the arrangement of the court meeting has always been a big court every seven days, and a small court every three days, not every day. You can see His Majesty the Emperor.

But having said that, the ministers are already very satisfied with this. Compared with the lessons learned from the past, the current emperor is simply diligent and caring for the people. , Still open the big and small courts?Dreaming.

It happened that there was no morning court today, so the main road of the imperial palace was naturally closed to the outside world, and the inner court was completely quiet, only the palace people who hurried past could be seen in the path beside the wall.

The maids and servants have all received rigorous training. Whether they are sweeping or busy with errands, their posture and pace during walking are like pouring out of a template, with low eyebrows and smooth eyes, quiet and inconspicuous.

This road was unimpeded, and Wei Jin didn't speak anymore. The two arrived at the emperor's bedroom quietly. As soon as they entered the door, the rich incense came to their faces, soft and lingering. Miao Xuan subconsciously held his breath until this time. The ubiquitous things invaded the corners of his clothes and the tips of his hair, and when it was completely unavoidable, he was slightly relieved.

Wei Jin was originally walking side by side with Miao Xuan, but at this moment he took a step back without a trace, the two walked around the delicate corridor, the curtain was lifted, and the eyes suddenly opened up, a warm house with excellent lighting was hidden behind the flowers and trees. back.

On the sitting table in the middle of the room, a young man in a light yellow robe was holding a jade pot to make tea. He didn't wear a hat, but his long hair was loosely loose, and he looked like he had just woken up.

Finally, when the person arrived, the emperor stopped pouring tea, and he raised his eyelids. Wei Jin quietly disappeared behind the curtain, while Miao Xuan knelt down to salute: "Your Majesty, the minister is guilty—"

Before Miao Xuan came to make a proficient review, the little emperor had already put down the teapot. He left his seat, stepped forward quickly, and grabbed Miao Xuan's arm: "What are Lan Qing talking about again? It's all like this, I haven't seen you for half a year, and this is the first thing you want to say to me?"

if not?

Miao—sincerely admitting his mistake is not correcting it—Xuan followed the little emperor's strength and stood up. This big cousin used his strength. If he didn't stand up, it would be quite embarrassing, but this mistake still needs to continue to review: "It's me Violation of the policy first, ineffective handling of the Liaodong case, indulgence of selfish desires, and the delay along the way for too long, let you-"

"Yeah, let me wait."

The emperor raised his eyebrows, showing a look of a smile. He is really a delicate and beautiful young man. His loose long hair makes him look kind and harmless. But following his words, the man who was holding Miao Xuan's forearm The palm slowly slid down, and finally stopped at the wrist, "Lan Qing, let's have a cup of tea first, you have already traveled for so long."

Miao Xuan was lured by the young man to sit on the soft bed, and then he was stuffed with a cup of honey tea. The sweet fragrance that was somehow concocted was strong and overbearing, as if he wanted to pry open the person's throat and invade the warmth. Soft belly.

Drinking this probably won't quench your thirst... Although Miao Xuan really likes sweets, but at this moment, the sweetness is so sweet that he has a headache, it's hard to refuse, so he can only take a shallow sip.

At this moment, the rich aroma completely filled the entire mouth, but unexpectedly the taste of the tea is not very sweet, it does have the function of quenching thirst.

And during the few seconds when Miao Xuan drank tea with his eyes downcast, Zhu Qiheng had been looking at him quietly, with a smile still on his face, and his eyes were shining brightly, but the sun was shining through the hollow The window sills sprinkled on his face, and the blurred light and shadow blurred the strange outline.

Miao Xuan put down his cup, and as soon as he raised his head, he met this focused gaze. He paused, but still tried to continue reporting: "Your Majesty, this time the case of exterminating the family in Liaodong must be alleged by evil spirits, and it is the same as Lan——"

"I saw it." Zhu Qiheng rolled his eyes. After a brief meeting, this was the third time he had cut off Miao Xuan's words, "Whether it's Qilinwei's letter or the urgent report of the Western Bureau, I have read them all. arrive."

Under the skin of the little emperor, who is like a jade flower and a jade tree, is a domineering disposition that speaks one word. He is only willing to talk about the content he chooses, but when he expresses it, his tone becomes gentle again, and even the address has changed: " Cousin, in the four months since you left Gyeonggi, I haven't had a good rest."

Miao Xuan knew that the little emperor was prone to night terrors, and his sleep quality was also very bad. Speaking of which, Zhu Qiheng had been afraid of the dark since he was a child, and after the death of the first emperor, it eased a little, but then he was haunted by nightmares.

And when Miao Xuan stayed in the capital, the little emperor always liked to summon him when he woke up in the middle of the night. It was not difficult to meet him late at night, he only needed a good cousin to accompany him at night, as if as long as Miao Xuan stayed on the bed side, that nightmare can be driven away.

Facing the little emperor's complaint, Miao Xuan really didn't know how to answer, so he had to admit his mistake again: "It was my fault, please forgive me."

Zhu Qiheng laughed again: "How can I blame you? Isn't Lan Qing's hard work all for Dazhao's country? It's good that you can come back... I only hope that the world will be peaceful, and the Qilin Guard will no longer need to kill monsters." Eliminate demons."

Faced with such a beautiful wish, Miao Xuan's heart was filled with indifference, and he lowered his eyes: "It is we who are incompetent and unable to eliminate the evil spirits in this world."

Before the emperor could say anything, a soft laugh came from behind the curtain. Immediately afterwards, a slender figure approached. She lifted the curtain with one hand and dragged her long skirt with the other, revealing a hibiscus face.

This turned out to be a delicate-looking woman. Obviously, she was not a fresh girl, but her bright eyes and plump cheeks gave her a touch of childishness, which balanced her overly gorgeous face. The facial features immediately made her cute and amiable, and also made her look much younger than her real age.

Miao Xuan lifted the hem of his clothes, knelt down and saluted: "Empress Dowager."

This disheveled woman was the Empress Dowager Lanqin of Dazhao, and also Lanxuan's collateral aunt. She obviously did not regard her eldest nephew as an outsider, and walked forward quickly with disheveled hair and disheveled clothes.

She also had long hair and was wearing a dragon robe, but the empress dowager was far less tall than her stepson, so a good robe was treated as a cloak by her, and it was dragged and wrinkled.

"Xuan'er! I've been waiting for you for a long time! You're finally back!" The queen mother smiled and said angrily, "As long as there is resentment in people's hearts, the evil spirits in this world can't be wiped out. You're right. Whatever you say is your Majesty's fault."

The little emperor also laughed, and he held up Miao Xuan's arm again: "After paying respects to my mother, cousin doesn't regard us as relatives at all?"

Miao Xuan had no choice but to stand up straight: "Courtesy cannot be discarded."

"It's like how respectful you are." The emperor smiled narrowly, "I heard that Lan Qing took in another widow this time?"

The Queen Mother opened her eyes in surprise when she heard the words: "Xuan'er, what are you—?"

Miao Xuan lowered his brows and drooped his eyes: "If she is not taken away, she will be forced to die for her husband."

The Empress Dowager's expression immediately softened, and she sighed softly: "So it's like this, that's saving someone's life, that's really good..."

"Her fate is like this, so what if she is dead or alive?" The emperor was very impatient, "Her family's deception and concealment are abhorrent, but she fled at the funeral of her deceased husband.

The queen mother couldn't hear this, so she reached out and took the emperor's arm, and said softly: "Your Majesty, don't blame Xuan'er, it's all a merit, besides... Big sister didn't see this kind of thing back then .”

The big sister here refers to Zhu Qiheng's biological mother, Miao Xuan's aunt, the deceased Empress Lan Jianli of Cixian Antai.

The little emperor smiled indifferently: "Okay, I will listen to my mother."

He really doesn't care much, what does the life and death of a widow at the gate have to do with him?It was just because he thought that the widow might have slowed down Qilinwei's journey, so he vented his anger superficially.

The mother and son in name were no different from a husband and wife when they got along. They were full of affection, but Miao Xuan was very tormented, and his arm was still in the hands of the little emperor, so he passively joined the encrypted group chat.

Miao Xuan tried to turn the topic back: "Your Majesty, I want to check the files over the years..."

"Lan Qing, I don't even want to hear what you said." Apparently, it's not enough to join the "love each other as a family". "And we still have several accounts to settle."

The queen mother also smiled: "These days when Xuan'er is away, His Majesty can't sleep well..."

Miao Xuan had no choice but to let the emperor drag him deep into the bedroom. Behind the heavy curtains, the incense in the air became more intense, as if it could condense to the point where honey water dripped out, and there were clothes, shoes and socks thrown randomly on the ground , There are still crushed petals on the chaise longue by the window.

The emperor pulled Miao Xuan straight onto the dragon bed, and the quilt on the bed was still neat, so he tore it apart casually: "Cousin, where do you sleep?"

Miao Xuan sat on the edge of the bed with a sullen face: "I will stay here to guard His Majesty."

Zhu Qiheng was stunned for a moment, but he didn't insist. Instead, he leaned on Miao Xuan and lay down: "Okay...Then cousin should always guard me."

Miao Xuan agreed in a low voice, so the little emperor rested his head on Miao Xuan's knee. He rubbed against it involuntarily, and then his amorous eyes curved slightly: "It's just like when I was a child. My cousin is also like this, hugging me, sitting under a tree, reading those landscape travel notes."

Of course the memory is good, but Miao Xuan really can't resonate with him. After all, the little prince at that time was not yet five years old, and he is by no means the same thing as the big dog emperor now.

But no matter what he thought in his heart, Miao Xuan just sighed in a low voice.

The queen mother sat on the other side relyingly. She was already petite, and leaned on Miao Xuan's shoulder, took his arm very naturally, sniffed: "Xuan'er is back, and I feel that all of a sudden Be firm."

Miao Xuan maintains this upright posture, just thinking of himself as a shelf with two sandbags on it. Although this is not the first time this has happened, Miao Xuan still finds it hard to understand——

The little emperor and the queen mother can't sleep without him at all, can they?

Zhu Qiheng laughed softly, this embrace is so soothing, it seems that even the sweet and strong fragrance in the bedroom is blocked by it, not only that, Lan Xuan's arm is resting on his chest, this just right weight is also It brought him great comfort.

He turned his head and gently pressed against Lanxuan's lower abdomen. Through the rough coat, he seemed to be able to smell the clear breath. His cousin never smoked incense, but he could always catch this attractive smell, saying I don't know what it looks like, but it always reminds me of the long past—it was on a cold winter day, when the warm pavilion was hot and dull in the morning, Lan Xuan opened the window and handed him a winter plum when he was still a child.