Queen's Detective

There is no sun and moon in the mountains, only flowers accompany them.

The essence of the swordsmanship of the Bulaoshan lineage is in one word - illusion.The seemingly slow movements, seemingly ordinary knives, in fact, you have no idea how many knives he made at that moment, his movements are deceiving you, and your eyes are also deceiving you.

Although Yan Sanbai was forcibly injected with Xidu's internal energy, as the orthodox successor of Bulao Mountain, he had learned Dongling swordsmanship since he was a child, and the phantom is invisible and exquisite.

Although Liu Yishan's martial arts are good, Jinghua is not a great sect after all, and his knowledge is limited, Liu Yishan doesn't know the time sword technique at all.Being distracted by this miraculous scene for a while, he was no match for Yan Sanbai.

With a 'bang' sound, Liu Yishan was sent flying again by Yan Sanbai's knife, and hit a big tree beside the road.He hastily covered his chest and coughed a few times, his chest throbbed, but at this moment he caught a glimpse of a cold light following him from the corner of his eye, and it was too late to dodge, he just turned his head.

A stabbing pain came from the neck, but the expected death did not come.Liu Yishan swallowed hard, looked down, and saw the slender goose feather saber brushed past his neck, leaving a bloodstain, and then nailed into the tree trunk behind him.

The blade was still humming, Liu Yishan felt a layer of cold sweat on his back.

Yan Sanbai's man was just ten steps away, and in an instant he was in front of him, stretched out his hand and drew out the long knife, and put the knife back into its sheath.

"The outcome has been decided." Without the sword, Yan Sanbai seemed to have changed from a white-clothed swordsman to a gentle and elegant champion.

Liu Yishan wiped his neck, his tone full of uncertainty, "You won't kill me?"

Yan Sanbai asked back, "What's the use of killing you?"

Liu Yishan was at a loss for words for a moment, and was taken aback, "I don't need your mercy."

"Then why say death?" Yan Sanbai said: "If you really want to avenge your father, then find a way to make yourself stronger. Death is an act of a coward. Why face to see your father?"

After a pause, Yan Sanbai said again: "If the person is really killed by me, I will not run away. You can also come to me in the future, where the King of Luoyang is, it will be my shelter."

Ask for forgiveness?No, because if he did it all over again, Yan Sanbai would still do that for many things.

If you do it, you won't regret it.

If you need to bear the consequences, then face it squarely.

Even if the cause and effect are as turbulent as waves, he will not shrink back.

"Let's go!" Liu Yishan gave Yan Sanbai a final look with complicated eyes, and led the person back with his hands on his neck.In his heart, the hatred is still there, it can't be settled in a few words, maybe he will come to revenge in the future, but at least, he is still alive.

"Let's go too." Yan Sanbai turned and walked back, Li Yan greeted him from behind, the corners of his mouth curled up like a cynical family member, "You let the tiger go back to the mountain, and you made me many enemies out of thin air."

Yan Sanbai got very close to him, "Your Highness is afraid?"

Li Yan raised his eyebrows, stretched his arms around Yan Sanbai's waist and led him into the carriage, pressed him up, and bit his ear 'viciously', "I'm afraid you're a puppy."

Outside, Ling Ding and Su Ran looked at each other, shrugged together, sat on the frame, and set off with whips.

The carriage continued to go south fearlessly, and Yan Sanbai knew that Liu Yishan was just the beginning, no, or that the little girl last time was the real beginning, and this chapter with the same style is far from over.

Next time, I'm afraid it won't be so easy to solve, and Mr. Mei writes a book, and it's his heart that will punish him.

However, Yan Sanbai didn't have time to think about who would seek revenge next, there were too many enemies, and nine out of ten always wanted him to die.If you think too much, your brain will hurt, and Li Yan will worry, so you simply put it aside and continue to ponder those two lines of poetry.

He always felt that there was some connection between the two, but he couldn't find anything in common with Basheng Ganzhou and the youthful chivalry.And the poem itself has no mystery, whether it is taken apart individually or linked together to explain, it has nothing to do with Mr. Mei and Luo Sha.

Maybe... as Ling Ding said, the poetry meeting has already started?

Maybe it has already started, but Mr. Mei must be conveying something, he seems to like the feeling of playing with people above applause.

What worries Yan Sanbai the most is whether there is a time limit?

And as Yan Sanbai's injury recovered, the four of them abandoned the carriage, replaced it with a few fine horses, and galloped all the way.At the same time, the affairs in the north became more and more troublesome, and news from the official mansion newspaper and Langhuan Pavilion kept coming back.

In the inn, the four people dressed in disguise were sitting by the window. Li Yan compared the news from the government and the Langhuan Pavilion one by one, and said, "I'm afraid Master Xiwei can't handle this incident alone. Yes. Huo An is also quite capable. I thought he would be useful, but years of comfort and comfort made him full of fat. This time he stumbled, and he is no longer suitable for reuse. National Teacher Although his status is prominent, he has to transfer someone who can speak in the army, otherwise it will be difficult."

"General Su?" Ling Ding asked.

Su Ran glanced at him, "Su Shihui is a great general. If the imperial court sends him to make such a fuss now, wouldn't it be a loss?"

Yan Sanbai turned the teacup in his hand and thought for a while, "I remember... General Pei Yang of Zhengxi was stationed in Cangnan Mountain in the north."

"Not bad." Li Yan also had the same intention.

"But General Pei, it seems... convenient for marching and fighting, and he didn't make much achievements?"

"You don't know about this." Su Ran cleared her throat, and seemed to have a lot of respect for Pei Yang, "Although outsiders think that General Zhengxi is a lot of water, although Pei Yang followed His Majesty to the South Conquering the Northern War, but did not make any great achievements, and has always been a little mediocre. Moreover, this person mostly focuses on defense and rarely attacks, so the chances of making meritorious deeds are naturally less. But..."

"But what?" Ling Ding hates half-talking others, although he often does it.

"However, Pei Yang's defense can be said to be impenetrable, and he has not lost a single defeat."

Offense is certainly a way to win, but defense is just as important.

Li Yan wrote Pei Yang's name on the white paper with a pen, and said: "Mr. Mei's moves are disorderly, and the opponent's whereabouts are secretive and elusive. Under such circumstances, it is unwise to attack blindly. General Pei makes a move." , should be able to town a town."

However, Yan Sanbai saw Li Yan's writing changed, and then he wrote several unfamiliar names, "Who are these?"

Li Yan put down his pen, rolled it into a small scroll and handed it to Su Ran, saying: "Young generals also need opportunities to exercise."

Mr. Mei was playing them like monkeys. Of course, the majestic King of Luoyang couldn't swallow this, so he decided to use Mr. Mei to train his troops for future contingencies.

Su Ran took the scroll and got up and went out, while the other three continued to sit and drink tea and wait for him.

Su Ran wasn't there, so he shrank aside alone to dilute his sense of existence—otherwise it would be too embarrassing.Sometimes he couldn't help but curse his lord in his heart. Although he used to be worried that he couldn't find someone to accompany him, but now that someone has found him, his love can suffocate the whole street.

Ling Ding felt that he had been deeply hurt.

What's more terrible is that because of that inexplicable invitation recently, the two started a long flirting with poetry.

You chant poems and come against me, rushing all the way day and night, singing a romantic poem.

Literati are always masters of flirting, and they put all those friendships that can make people sick to death in their poems. In just a few dozen words, there is a promise of eachother.

It sounds like killing someone alone.

"Maybe we missed some important information." Yan Sanbai looked at the small plum cake in his hand, thinking.

Seeing that he didn't eat, Li Yan picked up one and handed it to his mouth, "You mean, what we know is incomplete?"

Yan Sanbai took a bite obediently, "Yes, there may be a third or fourth poem, or something else, but we haven't discovered it yet."

After chewing a few times, I found that this plum cake is quite delicious, sweet but not greasy.Yan Sanbai's appetite was rarely aroused, his dark eyes looked at half of the plum cake in Li Yan's hand, and he didn't speak.

Li Yan handed the half over with a smile, and wiped off the cake crumbs on the corner of his mouth.

Despise them alone, children are the ones who need to be fed.Look, look around, those eyes can poke you into leaky sieves.

Hey... Lonely sighed.

Seeing how delicious Yan Sanbai's food was, Li Yan also wanted to eat one, but was cut off by Yan Sanbai on the way, "This is mine."

Um?Li Yan turned to look at him, his eyes met, and he sensed something was wrong.

Li Yan raised his eyebrows—what's wrong?

Yan Sanbai smiled—poisonous.

"Ding." A copper plate fell to the ground and rolled to Lone Ding's feet.

Yan Sanbai touched his waist, found that it belonged to him, and said, "Ling Ding, pick it up for me."

Ling Ding didn't doubt that there was him, so he bent down to pick it up, when he picked up the copper plate and looked up, he saw something under the table with a cold light, and immediately felt a chill down his back.

It was a small hand crossbow, and the arrows were ready to go in the direction of Li Yan. As soon as the arrow touched the mechanism, the arrows would be fired immediately. At such a short distance, you couldn't dodge even if you wanted to, and it was obviously poisoned. .

He sat up straight pretending to be calm, and handed the copper plate to Yan Sanbai, "Maybe it's a bit dirty." He muttered again, why Su Ran hasn't come back yet.

Yan Sanbai took it, but accidentally knocked over the teapot with his hand, the water immediately spilled all over the table, and dripped onto the ground.Yan Sanbai looked quite annoyed, and waved his hand to call Xiao Er, "Wipe this off quickly."

Xiao Er hastily agreed, nodded and bent over to clean up the teapot, then looked at Li Yan and said, "Come on, guest officer, please let me go first, and I will dry the water first."

Li Yan then stood up and stepped aside.

At this moment, the three of them left the table, and Xiao Er quickly finished wiping, "Guest officer, please wait a moment, Xiao Er will bring you a new pot of tea right away."

However, he saw the guest who just made him stand up grinned, "I think you may have to change the table."

"Ah?" The little monk Erzhang Er couldn't figure it out, but Li Yan quickly answered him.

Lifting his foot and kicking it smartly, the mahogany table immediately fell apart, causing Xiao Er to sit down on the ground in fright.Then he raised his head and clearly saw an arrow rushing out of the broken piece of wood and nailing it straight to the beam!

I am mother.

Xiao Er didn't know what was going on, so he swallowed nervously, turned around and saw the three who were still watching, and quickly asked: "Guest, guest officer, what the hell is this..."

However, before he finished speaking, a shadow suddenly cast behind him.Accompanied by the sound of broken things, the shadow was getting closer and closer, Xiao Er hurriedly turned his head, and saw two men in black kicking in through the window, the soles of the shoes were constantly enlarged in his eyes, and they stepped on his face !