The reborn son is vicious

It's night, the second watch.

There was no one on the bluestone-slab streets, and Daxu's capital had imposed a curfew for a long time. Anyone who dared to show up after one watch, no matter how high or low, would be punished thirty times with a cane.

So at this hour, no one should have appeared in the street market.

Otherwise.

"Cuckoo", occasionally a partridge crowed softly, and there was a soft "squeak", a small gray one-story house with a broken wooden door suddenly opened a crack, and then, a black figure flashed in the blink of an eye. into the door.

The wooden door closed silently.

Three watch days.

"Little master!"

"To shut up!"

In the dark room, the figure standing in the corner scolded in a low voice: "Jiu! Don't you have a brain? I can hear it. Why are you shouting so loudly?"

"..." The tall black figure named "Dove" touched his nose embarrassingly when he heard the words. Yes, but let the subordinate say something long-winded, the master is in a hurry, do you think we..."

"..."

Seeing that he had been nagging and persuading him for a long time, the little master didn't agree with a word, Jiu couldn't help but sighed secretly, and continued his efforts, "Now Murong Qing is going to guard the imperial mausoleum, seeing that the Murong family has finally fallen into a downturn. In my humble opinion, you should take advantage of the victory and chase after it, after all, you are Daxu's first class..."

"Presumptuous!" It's a pity that Jiu's good-hearted flattery has not been finished yet, only to hear his little master sternly stop drinking, and then a gust of wind suddenly passed by the side of his face, Jiu was startled, and suddenly tilted his head, But I heard a "ding" sound!

A sharp dagger was firmly nailed to the dirt wall behind it, and the handle was still shaking slightly!

"Jiu, I will warn you for the last time..." The figure in the corner walked out of the shadows step by step, the bright moonlight penetrated into the room through the slightly open sky, and just fell on the slightly angry face of the figure.

"Dare to say one more word, and I'll peel your skin off! — Do you hear me clearly?!"

"Listen, listen clearly! Little master calm down!" Jiu tremblingly glanced at the picturesque face of the person in front of him, and was shocked in his heart - the little master clearly had a beautiful face just like the empress, why did he have such a temper? Grumpy and scary? !

"By the way", fortunately, after the figure got angry, he turned around and retreated to the corner, and said indifferently: "Go and collect all the information on Daxu Imperial Mausoleum as soon as possible, no matter whether it is good or bad, I order you to give it to me within three days. Bring it!"

"Ah, ah?"

The figure didn't look at Jiu's stupid face, and put on the cloak by himself, the wide brim of the hat covered his exquisite eyebrows and eyes, and smiled in a low voice, "My young master is probably going to kill himself this time... ..."

……

The imperial mausoleum of the Daxu Dynasty was built in Mount He Tian, ​​thousands of miles away from Kyoto. Although this place is known as the best Fengshui place in the world, it is actually sparsely populated, and the people in the nearby towns live in poverty.

According to royal practice, Daxu's son of heaven would come to worship the imperial tomb every year. Murong Qing had followed his fathers to pay homage to the imperial tomb since the prince's time. He was not unfamiliar with this huge imperial tomb.

But every time he came in a mighty way, tens of thousands of people depended on him to go. He had never been like this before——alone, with his shadow attached to each other.

"Prince", Leng Ling appeared behind King Rongqing tremblingly holding a bowl of hot tea.