Dressed as Tang Bohu

Hearing Zhu Youtang's question, Fu Xin raised the corner of his mouth slightly, his eyes flickered, and he unconsciously thought of Tang Ziwei, and the feeling of suffocation that almost burst when his hot palms tightly clasped his arteries. Trembling uncontrollably.

His fingertips trembled a few times under the cover of the wide sleeves, and he raised his face towards Zhu Youtang, but his expression was completely opposite to his heart's looseness.

"It's no different," he said.

Zhu Youtang nodded, patted him on the shoulder casually, and continued walking forward with Fu Xin bowing slightly and respectfully.

It wasn't until the last person disappeared from his eyes that Fu Xin straightened up, took two steps back and leaned against the wall, clasping his arms with folded hands, trembling uncontrollably.

At that moment just now, it wasn't that he didn't remember Yang Yuanjian's entrustment, but he subconsciously chose to follow his inner thoughts.

Fu Xin was not Yang Yuanjian's subordinate, but the two had known each other for a while, and came to help him with something when they were bored.If you really want to talk about it, Yang Yuanjian is just an idler with no rank, and Fu Xin's father's official son is one level higher than Yang Renzhe, so naturally there is no concern.

"It seems that something is not good..." Fu Xin slid along the wall and sat on the ground, with his head down, bloodshot eyes appeared in his eyes staring at the ground, and his suppressed laughter rolled and gurgled in his throat.

He stretched out one hand and squeezed it tightly in the air. The blue blood vessels on the thin wrist emerged tightly on the surface of the skin.

With an intoxicated smile on the corner of Fu Xin's mouth, he murmured: "It's not enough to just cause trouble for you, I won't hand you over to others. I want to see if you really dare to kill me, or if you really dare to kill me." Or... be killed by me."

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Tang Ziwei, who was in the No. [-] room, didn't know anything about what happened outside.

At noon, the ringing of the bell rang again and again in the tribute courtyard, and the ritual examination, which lasted for a day and a half, finally came to an end.After all the examination papers were taken away, the examinees pushed open the door one after another and walked out of the narrow cage that had trapped them all day and night.

On the table in front of Tang Ziwei were neatly stacked four steamed buns and two dry and hard grain cakes. He got up from the table, because his stomach was empty and he had sat for a long time, and his eyes fainted for a while.He stood still and slowed down, and then opened the door and went out.

Fu Xin leaned against the door in a disorganized manner. When he saw him coming out, he handed over a pack of pastries with a smile, and said, "I didn't expect that you really don't eat. Now that the test is over, do you want some peach blossom cakes?"

Tang Ziwei didn't know what he was thinking, and didn't bother to think about it.Now that the general examination is over, an invigilator is of no value to him.

There is no need to be an opponent, and there is no need to win over,

So Tang Ziwei just ignored his outstretched hand indifferently, and walked away from him.

Fu Xin, who was left behind by him, froze, and suddenly closed his palms!The bag of delicate pink and white pastries was crushed instantly and fell innocently on the ground.

When I followed the flow of people out of the Gongyuan, the noon sun was so hot that I couldn't keep my eyes open.Tang Ziwei squinted his eyes and searched for Ji Tong's figure among the crowd outside, before he had time to take a few more glances, someone suddenly bumped into him with a bowed body beside him.

Tang Ziwei staggered unpreparedly, stood still and lowered his head to take a closer look, but it was the scholar with diarrhea that Fu Xin met in the latrine.

"I'm sorry, I'm being rude..." The scholar's face was pale, and he backed away a little numbly, trying to raise his hands to apologize to him, but before he finished speaking, he was squeezed by the people who came out from behind, and he couldn't stand upright. His body suddenly fell forward to the ground.

The people coming and going at this door were very crowded, if he was left here alone, he might not be trampled to death, or his skin would be peeled off.Tang Ziwei shook his head in his heart, bent down and took his arm to pull him up, and asked, "Is someone coming to pick you up?"

Only then did the latter raise his face, his collar was stained with dust, his generous face was full of blankness, "What did you say?"

Tang Ziwei repeated loudly into his ear: "What's your name? Is there anyone at home to pick you up!"

The scholar heard clearly now, and said slowly: "My surname is Wang, and my name is Shouren. My father should have arranged for servants to come over..." He tried to look around as he spoke.

Hearing what he said, Tang Ziwei looked at the guy in his hand in surprise, and suddenly didn't know how to treat it.

With a history of more than 500 years in the Ming Dynasty, in his opinion, Mr. Wang is the best.Although Tang Ziwei came here to memorize Zhu Shengxian's theory by heart, he was not interested in the thoughts he expressed. On the contrary, he agreed with Wang Shouren's later view of the unity of knowledge and action.

Although at this time Wang Shouren hadn't touched the door of his own path, didn't become a sage, and didn't do the following series of things that made him a person, but it didn't prevent Tang Ziwei from following the history books of later generations. Because of the impact, he adjusted his posture slightly, changing from carrying to supporting him.

It is said that in history, anyone who opposed this person, whether directly or indirectly, ended badly in the end.Tang Ziwei thought aimlessly, and said with concern: "Follow me to the side of the street first, there are fewer people there. Do you still feel uncomfortable now?"

"Fortunately, it's just that I have been having diarrhea for the past two days, and my hands and feet are a little weak." Wang Shouren noticed his movements, paused slightly, and relaxed his body and leaned against Tang Ziwei, but he sank a little more.

The two waited on the side of the street for a while, Ji Tong followed Heisha to find them quickly, and waited for a while with him, until Wang Shouren's book boy came to take him away, Tang Ziwei and his party left.

Back at the inn, Tang Ziwei ate some light meals, then went back to bed and fell asleep.

The night of curling up against the wall in Room No. [-] was really not a rest, and these candidates had a banquet to attend in the evening.Not only Tang Ziwei, but also Xu Jing, Lin Zhuo and others in the same inn were not in the mood to go out, and they all nestled in the room to rest.

In the middle of the hour, Tang Ziwei was half asleep and half awake, only feeling that there seemed to be some movement in the room.Before he opened his eyes, his hand reached the dagger under the pillow

Tang Ziwei suddenly said, "Who?"

There was only a pause, followed by the sound of footsteps trying to escape quickly!

Tang Ziwei turned over and sat up on the bed at the moment when the other party was silent, and slapped the small table beside the bed with his palm, and chased after the black-clothed figure like a sharp arrow!

Heisha next door heard Tang Ziwei slapping the table, so he didn't dare to delay, walked around the corridor and pushed the door open.

Everything in the room seemed to be normal, except that the quilt on the bed was thrown aside indiscriminately, and Tang Ziwei stood by the window empty-handed.

Seeing Heisha coming, Tang Zi was afraid to speak concisely: "Outside the window!"

Heisha nodded, and walked to the window in three steps at a time. Looking down, he saw a hemp rope as thick as a thumb tied half a foot below the window frame, and the other end was tied to a tree in the yard.

As Heisha opened the window, he did not forget to comment: "A clumsy method for beginners."

When these words just came out, Heisha still stepped on the window frame.When the last word was pronounced, Heisha had already slid several meters along the hemp rope.

Tang Ziwei watched as Heisha swung neatly at the end of the rope and fell steadily into the branch of the tree, turned around and walked to the desk, counting his things with a sinking face.

None of the valuable Duanxi inkstones, silver taels, or even the handwritten poetry collection of Guan Shaoci was lost, and the table was not in such a mess.This person sneaked into his room obviously with other plans, what is his plan?

Tang Ziwei fell into deep thought in the room, and within a short time for a stick of incense, Heisha came in through the window again.While walking towards Tang Ziwei, he was wrapping the rope in his hands, obviously taking back the "road" outside the window.

Tang Ziwei raised his eyebrows and glanced at him, but the latter didn't show off, and said directly: "It's the guard from last time, Eleven!"

"His master is really unwilling to give up. Last time he was exposed, he didn't even need to cover up this time. He was under surveillance. Tsk, I drove him away for the time being, but maybe he will come again." Heisha scratched his head, Obviously there's nothing you can do about it.

"Eleventh?" Tang Ziwei glanced at the desk and tapped his forehead, feeling something was wrong, "But why did he search my room? Is there anything King Ning needs here?"

Heisha couldn't think of these convoluted things, and he also knew that Tang Ziwei didn't want to get an answer from him, so he just shut his mouth and just watched Tang Ziwei walking back and forth in the room with his brows furrowed. step.

"What did you just say about that rope, it's clumsy?" Tang Ziwei asked suddenly, pulling back Heisha's wandering thoughts.

"Yes, this rope was obviously prepared in advance. Generally speaking, experienced assassins would not use this method to leave a way for those who are chasing after." Heisha said.

"Then Eleven, who is specially trained to be the prince's bodyguard, shouldn't make such a mistake, right?"

"It stands to reason..." Heisha felt guilty for some reason.

Tang Ziwei nodded, his eyes sparkled, "When you met Eleven just now, did you notice the wound on his upper body from a dagger?"

Heisha glanced at Tang Ziwei's bed, and remembered Tang Ziwei's empty-handed look when he entered the door. He knew Tang Ziwei's habits quite well, and he had a dazed look on his face.

"No! When Eleven jumped from the tree, I saw that his arms were very strong, and there was no blood on his body."

He paused, looked at Tang Ziwei who had obviously thought of something, and asked, "So, that person isn't Eleven?"

"That's right, you let the real culprit go!" Tang Ziwei rolled his eyes, turned and walked to the bed.

Although Eleven was not the one who broke into his room, it was very likely that he saw that person go out of his room.It's just that since he didn't make a move to stop him, it's anyone's guess whether he sticks to his post or has a different stand.

Hesha became a little anxious when he heard what he said, and seeing him crawling on the bed, he couldn't help asking: "Then what should we do, what are you going to do?"

Tang Ziwei pulled up the quilt, glanced at him with a half-smile, and then lay down.

"Close the windows and get out. I'm going to bed."