Assassin's Will [Quick Transmigration]

From the northern border to the capital city, the road is thousands of miles away.

The official road was dusty and sandy, and the sound of horseshoes rumbled past like a shower of thunder.Although the team was small in number, they were all royal guards, wearing soft armor and sabers and swords, guarding the carriage decorated with plain brocade in the middle layer by layer.The wind swept over the lush mountains, and the black and gold-edged flags fluttered, with the word "Duan" written on it impressively.

Anyone with a discerning eye can recognize that this is the passing of King Duan who is in charge of the northern border.

It has been half a month since Duan Wang and his party traveled under the stars and the moon.King Duan's bodyguards were dressed in plain onyx armor, and even the little Prince Duan's car was forged with plain brocade and white forging, without a trace of luxurious pearls and jade decorations.

Half a month ago, news came from the capital that Prince Duan was assassinated and died at the Long Live Lord's birthday banquet. Today, he is deeply saddened, so he specially invites the young prince to come to Beijing to attend the funeral and see his father for the last time.

At first glance, it is just the way of being a child, which is justified.

But things like being assassinated are always hard to say.The Tian family is ruthless, and now that Long Live, but he hates Duan Wangfu in the north, and even in his dreams, he wants to take the military power in the hands of the young prince.

Entering Beijing, for today's little Prince Duan, he almost escaped death.

The current country's surname is Xiao, but the family of the kings of Duan has the surname Xie.

It is rumored that Xiao Gaozu and his good friend Xie Chongjing started in the infancy, fought the world together, shared weal and woe along the way, they were life and death friends.When the country was founded, Gao Zu bestowed fertile land, beautiful concubines, gold and silver treasures on the meritorious officials, which were not rewarded to princes, and only the brachial thighs were mentioned for reuse in the court.

Only Xie Chongjing was insisted on being named king by Gao Zu.He was originally a scholar, he threw his pen into the army, but he used soldiers like a god, and he was the most famous Confucian general and think tank under Gaozu's command.In order to thank his friend, Gaozu insisted on handing over the fiefdom and military power in the northern border to him regardless of the dissuasion of everyone.

King Duan also lived up to this trust, and guarded the northern border for him for the rest of his life.Even after the death of Gao Zu, there was no trouble.

This period of friendship between the monarch and his ministers was passed down as a good story for a while.

Gaozu even warned his descendants not to move the palace in the secret order left before his death.

He was full of kindness and righteousness, and left a good reputation as a monarch and minister, but he didn't know that his prince knelt under the bed, but secretly gritted his silver teeth.

That's a king with a different surname who has one-third of the military power!Do not move?Sooner or later, the country will change hands.

This unlucky father, what kind of ecstasy soup was poured by Duan Wang?

From then on, Duanwang Mansion became a thorn in the flesh in the eyes of the emperors of all dynasties, but because of the military power and ancestral precepts, there was nothing they could do.

So, safe generations.

The convoy traveled fast for a day, and dusk was approaching.They have reached Cangya Mountain at the junction of Jinzhou and Pingzhou. The terrain is rugged and the official road is deserted, so it is really inconvenient to travel at night.Fortunately, there is only one Ningzhou city away from the capital.

The captain of the shadow guard came on horseback and reported to the carriage in a low voice: "It's the time of the year, little prince."

The plain brocade curtain with auspicious cloud patterns was pulled back. At first it was a hand, slender and pale, with well-proportioned knuckles, suitable for making tea and painting, and it could also set off a bloody storm.

"Is Ningzhou ahead?" The voice of the people in the carriage was as clear as water, but extremely cold. "Pass down the order to make a fire, cook food, rest where you are, and go on your way tomorrow."

"Yes." The shadow guard replied solemnly, but when the curtain was lowered, he inadvertently caught a glimpse of the young prince's face.

His eyebrows are like black ink from a distant mountain, elegant and handsome, his nose bridge is high and straight, his lips are like red pearls, like the wind and the moon, with a kind of awe-inspiring beauty.

There was still some tiredness between his brows, and when he turned his head, the paint-colored hair flowed down his shoulders like water, like clouds and fog.

He was leaning on the cushion, covered with mink fur to keep warm, flipping through a volume of war books in his hand, his body was thin and tall, and he was dressed in rich clothes and rich food.

Duan Xiaowang's name is Xie Zhan, and his character is clear.

From appearance to name, he looks like a frail scholar, too deceptive.

However, if he is a weak crown, he can mobilize the army in the northern border. Although he has the protection of his ancestors, he can make the ten cities in the northern border surrender willingly, which even the previous kings have never done.

With his high position and authority, and the military power in his hands, it stands to reason that it is not surprising that the opposite is true.But he refused. Instead, he went deep into the tiger's den and embarked on the dangerous road to Beijing.

"Not going, wait for me to invite you?" The little prince turned a page of the book with a half-smile and said.

"Your subordinate is impolite." The shadow guard retracted his gaze restrainedly, and put on a mask engraved with a goshawk pattern for himself.

"You are the shadow guard of the former king, don't let this king think you are useless."

"Yes." The Captain of the Shadow Guard's expression turned serious, fearful in his heart.

In the woodland where they were temporarily stationed, the shadow guard set up a big pot to make broth, and filled his stomach with dry food.The last light of dusk fades, night falls, and the full moon is in the sky.

They were exhausted after traveling for many days. After finishing their shifts, the captain of the shadow guard ordered to rest in place, and then walked towards the driving place of the little prince with a fire and broth.

There was a slight breeze in the forest, and the shadow guard flickered the torch, as if it was the best position.The eyes in the dark were full of murderous intent, the bowstring moved lightly, and the dark arrow pierced through the chest.

The captain of the Shadow Guard let out a muffled grunt, clutched his chest and fell in front of the car, spilling the soup in his hand into the soil.

The masked man in black who was ambushing in the mountains rushed out with a knife and charged towards Duan Wang's convoy.

"There are assassins—protect the lord!" Prince Duan's subordinates are all elites, who loyally protect the lord in the face of assassination, and are not afraid of danger.

The shadow guards drew their swords one after another, surrounded the little prince's car, and slashed and killed the enemy.

The fishy wind has risen.

There are nearly a hundred men in black, well-trained, and they are targeting Prince Duan directly, they are undoubtedly dead soldiers.

The shadow guards used their internal strength during the fight, they only felt their limbs go numb, and they felt powerless even when they slashed.

"Don't use your internal strength!" A shadow guard immediately gave a warning.

"Could it be poisoning?" Another person gritted his teeth. "Is there a traitor among us?"

But now there is no time for them to find out the traitor.

In the chaotic darkness, they couldn't use their internal strength, and it was extremely difficult to resist the coming knife.What's more, there were traitors in the shadow guards who stabbed their companions backhandedly. For a while, Duan Wang's shadow guards retreated layer by layer.

The night wind carried the smell of blood, completely dyeing the mountain road.The wind in the pines is like waves, and the moon is as cold as frost.

In the escorted car, the young prince unsheathed his decorative saber, and the cold light of the cold iron shone on his eyes like autumn water.Separated by a curtain, the inside is warm and fragrant, while the outside is bloody and rainy.

"Careless." Xie Zhan swept across the bruised Shadow Guards in front of him, feeling compassionate, and whispered to himself: "It seems that the inside of the palace must be thoroughly investigated." Of course, he must survive first.

He didn't want to rebel, so he had to use the name of going to Beijing to prove his loyalty in the name of his father's funeral. He knew in his heart that this road would be full of dangers, but unexpectedly, he was assassinated directly. It seemed that he didn't take the northern border seriously.

The person who used this trick was extremely stupid. If he died halfway, his forces in the northern border would definitely counterattack wildly. At that time, no one would be able to stop the civil strife in the country.

"A gentleman doesn't stand under a dangerous wall." He smiled wryly, knowingly committing a crime is also his own fault.

Then he neatly stabbed through a man in black who was trying to climb into the carriage with his sword.

The light of the sword was like snow, which set off his pale face. After pulling out the sword, blood splashed on the corner of his snow-white clothes, like a blooming red plum.

He only has one person and one sword, but there are many enemies, all of whom are desperate fighters.

People can't bite ghosts.

The killing sound shook the sky, and the blood flowed like a river.The carriage had been slashed to pieces long ago, he saw his shadow guards were slaughtered, and the few remaining loyal protectors all rushed over to block the stabs in the back for him.

Today is probably going to die here.

He looked at the dead bodies all over the ground, and he could not bear it in his eyes, but he straightened his back quickly, and the tip of the sword was raised obliquely, as if planning to kill himself to the moment of death.

Xie Zhan thought, fortunately, he had already made arrangements, and taking back the military power in the northern border was not an easy task, it all depended on who could pass the test he left behind.

It was another stab in the forest, piercing through the air from behind, and this time it hit his calf.

Xie Zhan let out a muffled snort, only to feel that his temples were drenched in sweat, and his face became even paler.He couldn't stand still, and there were fewer and fewer people around him, and they fell down one by one, and the light of the gloomy knife was so cold that he was surrounded heavily.

The moonlight was obscured by clouds.

He supported his body and stood up staggeringly. His long jet-black hair fell from his shoulders, revealing half of his pale and handsome face, which was still clear and proud, making people heartbroken.

"Kill Duan Wang, the master will reward you a lot."

"kill!"

The sword stabbed with cruel intent, as if it wanted to pierce his heart with thousands of swords.

And in the shadow of swords and swords, I saw a man wearing a shadow guard mask, with a knife in his hand like a cold wind, almost cutting a path out of the encirclement, walking towards him step by step.

Every step he took was blood.

There are still people alive.

Xie Zhan originally had the will to die, but at this moment he also felt a little excited. He held the saber of the dead man and swung it away vigorously, but he couldn't block the sword coming from the side.

The sound of gold and iron intertwined came, and he turned his head to see that the opponent had already killed him, and used the knife in his hand that was about to be cut to snap off the sword that was about to cut him.

Then, she pulled his sleeves and pulled him behind her as a matter of course.

Extremely domineering, Xie Zhan frowned slightly, looking at the person standing in front of him.Is there such a person in his shadow guard?

"You belong to Sirius?" Xie Zhan looked at his mask and said, "No, no, I don't remember that there is someone like you in the shadow guard."

"Little prince, if this is the case, don't worry about it." He straightened the mask with one hand, looked at the weak young man who was supporting his body with a sword, and refused to show his prickly appearance, and said with a light smile: " Don't be afraid, I'm here to help you."

He was dressed in a black dress, with wide shoulders and narrow waist. The curve of his back was smooth and graceful, and he possessed a strong explosive power. The killing intent refined from the bloody killing was so thick that it was almost substantive.

The shadow guard's mask covered his face, making it impossible to see his expression.

His hand was just a scrapped knife, but in his hand, there was a sense of sharpness that could cut everything.

"Who moved the hand?" Then, he turned his head to look at the dead man, his voice was low, and the coldness in it made the environment stagnate.

No one answered.

The sword stabbed at him, as if it wanted to kill the only man who was protecting the target.

But he's formidable.

The light of his sword was like shining snow, his figure was like a frightened bird, and he was about to behead several people under the sword in an instant.

The fragile knife couldn't bear this kind of force, and it broke when another person's head was cut off. He even grabbed a person's neck with one hand, and used his hand as a knife to stab into his heart.

This is not so much protection as unilateral slaughter.

His technique is like the ultimate art of assassination, elegant and cruel, every knife is extremely precise, without any excess.

He clamped one man's wrist, snatched the scimitar in his hand, and then kicked the other down with his long legs, directly breaking his tailbone. .

With only one person, the situation is reversed.

"Who is he?" The dead warrior leader's expression changed drastically, and he said, "Where did he come from? According to the intelligence, there is no such person in King Duan's shadow guard!"

"Everything went according to the plan before, but he seemed to appear suddenly. As soon as he appeared, he chopped off our brother, snatched the weapon, and killed all the way." The subordinates were puzzled: "Could it be some other people? Come to snatch us live"

"Or hired Jiang Hu people?" The leader of the dead soldiers gritted his teeth: "It doesn't matter, we will all die if we don't kill King Duan."

Xie Zhan reluctantly killed another person with his saber, feeling cold sweat soaking through his brocade clothes.

"Don't move." The masked man in black comforted softly, "Otherwise the wound will tear open."

"Why save me?" Xie Zhan said.

He just smiled silently, gently stroked his messy lacquer-colored hair with his blood-free hand, and didn't answer.

This gesture was a bit intimate, Xie Zhan was stunned, and looked at him with a strange look.

There were swords and swords in front of them, piles of corpses, and rivers of blood, which was extremely tragic.

The full moon emerged from the dark clouds, and the frosty moonlight shone on his body. The eagle pattern stretched wantonly on the white mask, making it even more treacherous.

Xie Zhan quickly filtered the information in his mind, from the court to the rivers and lakes, but did not find any clues about the man in front of him.

He is too strong, but he is unknown, like a phantom that never existed.His shadow, like mist and lightning, seemed to be an evil ghost urging his life, and every time he passed by, he could take away several lives.

"He is just a person, our goal is King Duan!" The dead man said coldly. "Let's go together, and we will kill Duan Wang with all our might!"

"I'm already very angry." The man's voice was filled with deep-seated coldness, and it dropped a few degrees at this time, saying without emotion: "I advise you not to mess with me again."

After that, he picked up another knife, changed to holding the knife with both hands, and tried it out with a few swings.

He laughed softly and said, "It's just been a long time since I moved my muscles and bones, just in time, let's take your sacrificial knives."

The sky-shattering killing sound was silently extinguished in the thick night.

Xie Zhan was guarded behind him, with a sword in his arms, ready to resist the leak-proof spears and arrows at any time.

But unexpectedly, no one can break through the man's line of defense.Even in the shadow of swords and swords, there is an unbelievable sense of security.

The soldiers who set up an ambush to wipe out all his shadow guards died under the knife of the comer.Blood soaked through his black clothes, making him seem to be soaked in a sea of ​​blood.

After making up the sword one by one, he didn't look at the dead bodies on the ground, but shook the blood on the knife, turned his head and said softly: "Is there a bow? There are still a few little mice in the woods."

Xie Zhan: "It's on the carriage."

The man smiled, took the bow, tested the elasticity of the bowstring, and then opened the bow and nocked the arrow.He judged the position seemingly casually, and shot a few arrows, but there were several screams in the forest, and soon there was no sound.

Both accuracy and perception are terrifyingly strong.

It was only then that Young Master Xie felt his eyes darken for a while, and sat down while leaning on the broken shaft, the arrow on his right leg pierced deeper.

Xie Zhan was seriously injured, but his mind didn't stop. He really couldn't figure out why such a person would save him without asking a word.

"Who are you?" he asked tentatively.

The man smiled shortly. The night breeze was cool, so he took out the mink fur from the carriage, wrapped the little prince tightly so that only his head was exposed, then stroked his temples, and said: "My famous general Ye .”

Xie Xiaowang's eyebrows and eyes are as frosty as snow, and he has a dignified appearance, even in the sea of ​​corpses and blood, he looks clear and clean.

He patted his head as if being doted on by a man, and a flush of shame appeared on his pale face.

He barely suppressed his anger and thanked him kindly.

"Thanks to the chivalrous warriors for their rescue. The lower Duan Wang Xie Zhan, Duan Wangfu will definitely offer a big thank you."

He only felt that the calf was painful even if he moved it, but he didn't dare to pull it out without authorization, and his whole body was a little cold due to blood loss.

Xie Zhan knew that all his men were dead, and now he could only rely on the man in front of him, otherwise he would never have walked out of the forest alive.

He was thinking about how to ask, but saw that Jiang Ye went to his carriage to fetch some dry food, water and medicine, as well as a bag of bank notes, which he shook in his hand.

It turned out to be for money.Xie Zhan thought to himself, maybe he can be moved with money.

Just as he was about to speak, he saw that the other party had thrown all the things he had taken into his arms. This made him feel cold, thinking that the other party was going to abandon him.

Think about it carefully, if it is for money, why spend all this effort to save him.

Xie Zhan pursed his bloodless lips and turned his head to look at Jiang Ye. He was searching the body of the dead man for clues, then he went to look at the horses and found that none of them were alive, so he couldn't help sighing.

Jiang Ye's behavior trajectory was too strange, and his appearance was too abrupt, making it unpredictable.

Jiang Ye couldn't help laughing when he saw that he tried his best to restrain the feeling of being wronged by being thrown down.From the looks of it, this seemingly noble and arrogant little prince has a lot of mental activities.

His cuteness in this life is a bit foul.

"Put away your things, you don't want to have no money after leaving the forest." In front of the master, Jiang Ye dug out a few short knives from Duan Wang's collection and put them on his waist, then carried the long knives behind his back, Seeing Young Master Xie pursing his lips, wary of him like a hedgehog, he chuckled lightly: "Why are you so surprised, I didn't intend to abandon you."

His attitude is surprisingly gentle, not like a murderer who wiped out all the dead.

Jiang Ye touched the back of his neck, feeling that the restlessness of the soul had finally stopped.He looked at the lacquered eyes of the little prince, his eyes softened slightly, but they were blocked by the mask, so no one could see the clue.

Xie Zhan was taken aback, then wrapped him in mink fur at night, wrapped him into a rice dumpling, put his arms through the bends of his legs, and directly hugged him in his arms.

"...Let go of me, my lord." Xie Zhan was very angry with this frivolous attitude of carrying away the sleeping concubine, his pale face was flushed slightly, but his arm was trapped in the ermine, and he Can't move.

"Don't make trouble, little prince, be good." Jiang Ye patted his thigh through the luxurious mink fur, and said gently as if coaxing a child: "You are still injured." Mountains and forests.

"Presumptuous, rude! Where are you taking this king!" He saw that Jiang Ye was able to walk quickly while holding someone in his arms, and his back felt numb.

Normally, he refused to be served by others, and no one teased him so presumptuously, not to mention patting his thighs, pinching his waist, and hugging him horizontally, he felt uncomfortable all over.

It's so cute, Jiang Ye thought, he looks like a cat with furred hair, making people want to knead and knead him.

"Go hide in the mountains, aren't you afraid that the second batch of killers will come again?" Jiang Ye laughed: "What, you want to punish me? Huh? Little prince."

"..." If Jiang Ye was not his savior, he really wanted to draw his sword.

"not talking anymore?"

Jiang Ye's tone was smiling, not cold at all, as if the domineering and arrogant man just now was not him.

"You have such ability, I can give you everything you want in Duanwangfu." Xie Zhan said slowly: "I can give you fame, status, and future."

"Guess what I want." Jiang Ye raised his eyebrows upon hearing this.

"Power?"

"I don't want it." Jiang Ye said: "It's so boring."

"Martial arts?" Xie Zhan said, "Duan Wang's residence has many martial arts secret books."

"You think I need it?"

"woman?"

"do not like."

Xie Zhan thought about it, he doesn't want money, fame, power and martial arts, so what exactly does he want.

He thought that just now Jiang Ye said he didn't like women.

He thought that he was still wrapped in mink fur and nestled in the man's arms in a snatched posture, and the man even touched his head, waist and buttocks.

"Are you coming after me?" Xie Zhan only felt a little difficult to breathe, and tentatively asked.

"bingo."

"……?"Help.

Survival or integrity, that is the question.

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On the surface, the little prince is serious and cold, but actually has a lot of drama inside.

He is very good at brainstorming, with a slightly lively personality, and he is also honest and upright.

Little Prince: I can give you fame, status, power, money, beauties... as long as you mix with me.

Jiang Ye: All I need is a beauty.

Little prince: what do you want

Jiang Ye: I want you.

Little Prince:? ? ?

After getting along with each other, the little prince had a wrong idea. He felt that if Jiang Ye wanted to mess with him, he was afraid that he would be a lone man and a widowed man who would force himself to attack him. He started to protect his integrity in fancy ways, but he still had to try his best to appease him and use him.

Cough, in fact, Jiang Ye really wants to mess with him, but not now, he hasn't caught up yet.

Jiang Ye who sees through everything: Pfft, I can't help laughing.

Jiang Ye has experienced his first love in the previous world, and now he is an old driver who does not change his face, and has absorbed Yin Wuji's advice, flirting, flirting, and most importantly, he is not shameless.

When I write ancient style essays, the style of writing will change a bit. I don’t know if everyone can adapt to it.