The lady is reborn? The crazy villain kisses her forcefully and won't let go!

For a moment, Jiang Xia felt as if he was in a land of thorns.

He stood up slowly, slowly meeting the prince's gaze.

"Shouldn't you be in the capital? Why are you here?"

Jun Qizheng stepped into the room, his eyes sweeping across the bed intentionally or unintentionally.

I didn't see anyone on the bed and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

"Your subordinate..." Jiang Xia was sweating profusely and couldn't find a suitable excuse for a while.

The three people had different expressions, and the atmosphere was stagnant for a moment.

Not far away, the treetops are floating.

Jun Zhao, hidden among the dense bamboo leaves, gave an innocent smile and looked at the scene in the bamboo house as if he was watching a play.

One hand held a longbow, and the other hand casually played with an arrow.

As the arrow swayed slightly, a hint of cold silver light could be vaguely seen.

After hearing what the prince said, Jun Zhiling immediately dispelled his doubts.

Judging from the prince's expression, he had no idea why Jiang Xia was here.

Jun Qizheng turned his eyes to Jun Zhiling, smiled softly and curled his lips, "Why are you two here? Shouldn't you give me an explanation? What do you think, fourth brother?"

"I..." Jun Zhiling was about to explain, but in a split second, he was unable to identify the direction of the sound of breaking wind.

With a "puff", the sound of flesh being pierced was clearly heard.

Jun Zhiling's pupils shrank sharply as he watched the prince, who was pierced by an arrow in the neck, staggering to the ground.

The lantern in his hand fell to the ground, and the orange light spread to the ground.

There was still a smile on the corner of his lips, and his eyes were wide open, looking in the direction of Jun Zhiling.

The changes happened in just a few breaths. Jiang Xia's face turned pale. He stepped back unconsciously and was tripped by a chair. He stumbled and fell to the ground.

His eyes were filled with horror, he couldn't believe that the prince had died right in front of him.

In front of the bamboo house, the young eunuch was waiting with a team of guards.

Unexpectedly, at this moment, the rustling noise in the bamboo forest became louder and louder, as if coming towards them.

Even the young eunuch who had no martial arts skills sensed that something was wrong.

I thought it was the noise made by a ferocious wild beast in the forest.

His eyes stared straight into the darkness, but his body moved back and hid behind a guard.

He shouted, "Who's there?"

He paused, and the rustling sound continued in response.

The young eunuch increasingly believed that it was the wild beasts in the forest that were causing trouble.

He immediately appointed several guards to go and check it out.

However, just as they approached the bamboo forest, more than a dozen black shadows suddenly fell from the treetops.

In the blink of an eye, the figure who came to investigate was strangled to death.

The bright red blood slid down the sharp blade, reflecting the vast moonlight, and dripped onto the dead leaves on the ground.

The young eunuch looked terrified as he looked at the black-clad assassin rushing towards him and screamed, "There's an assassin, uh..."

As soon as he finished speaking, a cold light flashed, and a streak of red blood instantly flowed out from his neck.

With eyes wide open and body stiff, he fell face down.

In a blink of an eye, the men in black began to fight with the guards.

In the bamboo house, Jun Zhiling heard the sudden sound of stabbing outside and suddenly came back to his senses.

He walked quickly forward and pressed two fingers on Jun Qizheng's pulse on his neck.

The arrow had pierced his blood accurately, and he had already died.

The bright red blood flowed out from his neck in circles, creating tiny ripples of light under the light.

Jun Zhiling was about to step back to avoid the bloodstains when he caught a glimpse of the logo engraved on the arrow feathers.

An eagle with spread wings is the symbol of his mansion.

It's his arrow!

I could hear the increasingly intense noises outside, and it seemed that quite a few imperial guards were heading in this direction.

Something is wrong!

How could the prince die from his arrow?

Who is plotting against him?

Jun Zhiling's first reaction was to reach out and pull the arrow out of Jun Qizhen's neck.

He couldn't let anyone find out he was here!

Jun Qi stood up holding the arrow, and without even having time to call Jiang Xia away, he quickly jumped out of the window behind the bamboo house.

Jiang Xia stared at the scene in a daze, struggling to get up, his hands shaking uncontrollably.

The prince is dead, and his appearance here cannot be explained even with ten mouths.

Now that the Fourth Prince has run away, I can't stay here.

He stepped back quickly and came to the inner room where he saw a window.

Without thinking, he jumped out and ran forward into the depths of the forest without stopping.

I couldn't help but stop until my legs became numb.

His violent breathing caused a sharp pain in his chest and a faint smell of blood flowing down his throat.

The prince's death still lingered in my mind.

He half-knelt on the dead leaves, trying his best to calm his heartbeat that was like a drum.

"Master Qianhu, where are you trying to escape to?"

A very light "tsk" sound suddenly rang out in the empty and quiet woods, a voice that was smiling but extremely cold.

Jiang Xia shuddered all over, and his face turned pale with fear.

He stood up suddenly, gripped the sword tightly in his hand, and looked around for the source of the sound.

"who are you?"

The question did not receive a response for a long time.

Jiang Xia felt increasingly uneasy.

He felt as if he was submerged in water, with the whirlpool stirring up his internal organs.

My breathing was suppressed, my body and mind were in agony, but I couldn't float to the surface.

For the first time, he felt so vividly the despair of life and death.

Suddenly, his eyes paused.

In an open space not far away, there was a tall and slender man in a black robe standing with his hands behind his back, walking towards him leisurely.

"Haven't you been looking for me?"

The man spoke leisurely, stopped a few steps away from Jiang Xia, and slowly raised his head.

The corners of his lips curled up slightly, and his eyes, as cold and lonely as those of a wild beast, showed a hint of interest.

Jiang Xia narrowed his eyes, took a few steps back, and his expression suddenly became very interesting.

Cold sweat soaked my clothes, and I shuddered as I looked at his raised lips.

"You are...you are the nineteenth prince! How is it possible? How did you appear here?"

"If I didn't reveal my identity, how could I have led you to tip off."

Jun Zhao put his hands behind his back, casually turning the sharp dagger, and asked with a wicked smile: "Are you satisfied with the role I assigned to you?"

Jiang Xia's eyes widened. It turned out that he did it on purpose, and in the end he was the clown.

Only a true hunter knows how to appear as a prey, let the opponent relax his vigilance, and finally give a fatal blow.

What kind of role is he? He is just a bait used for prey.

He finally understood why the Fourth Prince was so afraid of the Nineteenth Prince.

Because he is a cunning and alert beast, and a hunter who is good at planning and strategizing.

Who can not take such an opponent seriously!

Jiang Xia tightened the sword in his hand, but did not step forward to fight Jun Zhao head-on. Instead, he made a feint, turned around and wanted to run back.

But the moment he turned around, a long sword pierced straight through his heart.

A piercing pain came, Jiang Xia's palm trembled, and the sword slipped out of his hand.

Looking at the long sword on his chest, he raised his eyes in despair, his pupils slightly dilated, blood foaming from his mouth, and said vaguely: "You are actually...his man!"

"The dead know more than the living."