The little emperor I supported suddenly changed to fishing

In the distance is the carriage that has been standing still for a long time, and there are six masters from Xichang and Jinyiwei around the carriage.

Two war horses drive the chariot, and both horses are armed with military horse helmets. They are war horses that have experienced battlefields.

"Factory Superintendent, please drive up."

"Factory Superintendent!"

"Factory Superintendent!"

Seeing Wang Wanyi, Wu Min, the head of the West Factory, immediately knelt and kowtowed, and the rest of the people also knelt down and shouted along with Wu Min.

The sedan chair was placed by the double doors of the carriage, and Wang Wanyi lifted the hem of her black robe and got into the carriage.

The carriage was driving on the main road, and even sitting in the carriage, one could smell the pungent smell of blood. Wang Wanyi pulled her sleeves to cover her mouth and nose, stretched out her hand and pushed open the corner of the window of the carriage, and looked out of the window out of the corner of her eye.

On the road outside the carriage lay a few corpses in night clothes. The veils covering their faces had already been removed, and their faces were exposed under the night rain.

On the necks of those corpses, there was a gash deep enough to see the throat, which was wiped by the big sword. The blood dripped down and mixed with the rainwater on the ground, and the ground was scarlet.

They were all killed with a knife, and some of them hadn't closed their eyes yet.

In the cold and dark place, Zhu Zhaoyan huddled tightly into a ball, his thin body trembling, obviously his body was hot outside, but he felt as cold as ice cubes stuffed inside his body.

Even the heart is a tearing pain.

Ru Baiyu's fingers tightened the clothes on her body, and the emerald green hair band on the other hand was still wrapped around her hand and could not be untied.

He only felt that his eyes were blurred, and even the breath he exhaled was only exhaled, not breathed in.

The high fever caused chaos in his mind, and some fragmented fragments began to flash in his mind one after another.

Both civil and military, set aspirations, three yuan in high school, official second-rank bachelor, Shangshu Wangzheng, sent to prison, and ordered to be arrested in the west.

The proud son of heaven in the first half of his life, a roll of white cloth and a straw mat in the second half of his life came to an end.

He lost his strength and fell beside Jiu Baisui, like a broken kite with a broken string.

Some voices belonging to the little boy appeared in his mind and ears, familiar but unfamiliar.

"I'm so scared, help me..."

"They're all hurting me! Even my concubine...I'm so scared, please help me."

Then came the voice that belonged to him now.

"The whole court is full, and the only thing I trust is Wanyi."

"Wan Yi, if possible, I don't want to be the emperor, I just want to spend a leisurely life with you in the green hills, and live a carefree life."

"Help me, Wanyi."

The voice was his but not his.

The eyelids became heavier and heavier, and a sharp and piercing cry came suddenly, accompanied by the sound and the violent vibration beside him.

Zhu Zhaoyan opened his eyes abruptly, and the cold light reflected from the knife hit his face. At this moment, right above him, a man in black in night clothes was holding a sharp knife in his hand and was about to slash at his head. .

At this time, the man in black did not expect that Zhu Zhaoyan would wake up, his eyes were even more murderous, and the knife in his hand stabbed down hard.

Zhu Zhaoyan rolled his body, no matter how weak he was, he would try his best in the face of life and death.

Seeing Zhu Zhaoyan dodging, the man in black immediately withdrew his knife and slashed at Zhu Zhaoyan.

He picked up the broken wood from the ground, even though the broken wood was not strong enough to resist the sharp blade, it could also reduce the resistance of the knife stabbing down, so he still had a chance.

The killer is agile, and every move is vicious. Even if he changes his body, he can still remember some martial arts moves. Zhu Zhaoyan dodged a few attacks, but because of his weak body, he was scratched several times. Shallow scars.

The knife was chopped on the broken wood, and with the force exerted by the killer, the broken wood was cut in half immediately, and he stepped back immediately, and the knife directly cut through his chest.

Blood flowed from his mouth and chest, and his hair and whole body were wet with cold sweat and blood.

The killer continued to attack him, Zhu Zhaoyan's eyes turned red, and he used all his strength to roll over to Jiu Baisui's side.

The killer continued to slash with the knife, Zhu Zhaoyan groped Jiu Baisui's back with his right hand a few times, and as the knife fell, he stretched out his hand to hold the sharp knife tightly, and drops of blood fell, he didn't care about the pain , the killer began to press down.

He gritted his blood-quenching silver teeth, turned around and stretched out his legs, and the killer lost his footing and fell down.

The knife in his hand fell, and the killer reacted to pick it up, but Zhu Zhaoyan pressed his body hard. The killer struggled and turned his head to look at Zhu Zhaoyan, only to see a man who was covered in blood and his hair was loose. , dripping with blood, under the cold moonlight, only those eyes like the underworld Yama were shining.

He raised the silver hairpin, cut it from his left wrist, and severed the tendons of his wrist. He didn't switch to the next hand until he confirmed that this hand was useless, and cut it off without mercy.

"Ah!!" The killer screamed, the pain almost bit off his tongue.

"Tell me, who sent you here." Zhu Zhaoyan said in a cold voice.

The killer's hands hang down weakly, only his two legs and the crushed arm can move, and the silver hairpin penetrates into the flesh, which is very shallow but not fatal.

"Wang..."

"Wang Zheng?" Zhu Zhaoyan paused, and in order to confirm whether the killer was talking about Wang Wanyi, he said Wang Wanyi's name.

"Yes... yes... him." The killer's tone was unsteady, and the words he spoke were broken word by word, which sounded very laborious.

Zhu Zhaoyan tore off his face scarf. The face under the face scarf was very strange. It didn't look like a Central Plains person, but more like a foreign race in Manchuria.

"Pfft." Zhu Zhaoyan laughed suddenly, but his eyes were full of ridicule and deep killing intent. "Do you think I will believe it?"

"On my... my... chest... there is..." the killer continued to speak with difficulty.

Zhu Zhaoyan frowned, he stretched out his hand to reach for the killer's chest, his hand paused for a while when touching it, and finally stretched his hand in without hesitation.

There is a sign similar to a wooden sign and a note in the pocket of the clothes.

He looked at the wooden sign and found that the wooden sign was made of sandalwood, with a few words stamped in the middle with gilding.

Yongping government order.

This sign is the sign of Deng Fengqing, the magistrate of Yongping Prefecture, Zhu Zhaoyan thought to himself, and then looked at the note in his hand. It was written by Wang Wanyi, and he could not mistake it.

In the caves in the Yanjing forest, no one will be left alive after being punished.

He just thought it was ridiculous, and he really relented because of Wang Wanyi's few lies and didn't kill him, and Wang Wanyi had already arranged all the arrangements.

The teahouse, assassination, escape, and cave include those words, knowing that I am going to assassinate him tonight, the absurdity of this journey is all because of this eunuch cooperating with me!

OK!OK!so good!

Zhu Zhaoyan looked at the blood-stained silver hairpin in his hand coolly, and pulled it out from the killer's flesh. The killer swallowed his saliva, but before he could breathe a sigh of relief, the next second, his only two legs The tendon at the heel was severed again by Zhu Zhaoyan.

He took back the silver hairpin and lifted the knife from the ground. The killer knew that he was doomed to die, and that he would be useless if he survived. If the assassination was successful, he would be benevolent. , he closed his eyes in despair.

"Wang Zheng thinks I have no power to resist?"

With a bang, Zhu Zhaoyan threw the knife aside again.

The killer waited too long to die, and when he heard the voice, he opened his eyes in confusion, and saw the eerie smile of the bright red man standing upright in the darkness with his back under the moonlight.

"Let the mermaid be slaughtered wantonly?"

He grabbed the killer's hair and carried it out of the cave alive. The violent tearing of his scalp made him scream.

"Your master only sent you one, but you are very relieved, huh?"

The green hair band was untied from his hand, and a long band was wrapped around the killer's neck and then around the trunk of the tree. The hair band was very long, and the other end was tied by Zhu Zhaoyan on Jiubai's leg .

The killer seemed to realize what Zhu Zhaoyan was going to do, his eyes were wide open, and he was speaking fluently but Zhu Zhaoyan couldn't understand.

Zhu Zhaoyan sat on Jiubaisui, bent down, and patted Jiubaisui with a sneer, with a strange tone.

"Miss your master? Coincidentally, I miss you too."

With a snap, Jiu Baisui ran back, and as he ran further and further away, the headband was getting tighter and tighter, the tough headband broke, and the sound of struggling was silent.

Tick ​​tock tick tock.

Rain and dew dripped from the weeds and leaves, and Zhu Zhaoyan's body was also dripping crimson blood on the ground drop by drop.

The pair of paper-white hands tightly hugged the nine hundred-year-old's neck. He could feel that as more and more blood was lost, his body became colder and colder, and the feeling of losing strength became heavier and heavier. Even the blood gushing from the corner of the mouth from the chest couldn't stop flowing down.

Slowly, those tense hands began to loosen slowly, and the body was overdrawn to the limit, and he lost consciousness.

There is no dawn in the dark night, the sky in the distance is still dark, even the dark clouds have not dissipated, and the smell of fish in the air is strong.

"The heavy rain has stopped!"

Song Shixuan swung the closed oil-paper umbrella twice, and the water splashed on his face. He wiped it off with his sleeve and continued walking forward.

After walking a few steps, a black figure not far away caught Song Shixuan's attention. The outline seemed to be someone riding a horse, but it was too dark and the head could not be seen. It reminded me of the rumors of headless corpses circulating in Yongping Mansion. .

He hurriedly hid in the grass next to him, and the horse got closer and closer, and then he saw clearly what was coming, it was not a horse but a mule, or a mule that was injured and tired from running.

There was a man unconscious on the mule, with two arms hanging straight down, like willow branches hanging down. This man smelled of blood all over his body, and he was wearing a robe that was so blood soaked that he couldn't distinguish its color. There are all cut marks, strands of hair cover the face, and the face cannot be seen clearly, like a corpse.

Song Shixuan immediately chased after him, he stretched out his hand to hold the rein, tested the breath of the unconscious man with his fingers, and found that the man was still alive and could be saved.

"Today, you were unlucky to meet me, Song Shixuan, and saved the opportunity to visit the underworld. I don't know if it's a pity or not." Song Shixuan sighed and said regretfully.

Song Shixuan, a poor and poor scholar in Yanjing City, failed the imperial examinations twice, but his reputation was the most famous figure in the common people circle of Yanjing, even among some rich young masters and boudoir ladies, Nicknamed "Mr. Duozhu".

He knows everything, but he is not proficient in everything, and he only knows a little bit about it.

"This medicine is handed down from my Song family's ancestors. Lord Yan's men are robbing people, and every one is sure. It's a good deal for you."

Although I don't know why this man is in such a dying state, and I don't know whether his character is good or bad, but his ancestors practiced medicine for three generations, and in his generation, he has no ambition to do so. Identify a Shennong Baicao and cure a minor disease or disaster.

He simply stopped Zhu Zhaoyan's bleeding, took the medicine, and took a closer look, feeling more and more familiar.

"Liu Ren's hexagram, meeting a nobleman on the road, today's hexagram is calculated, it is worthwhile to exchange this ancestral elixir of mine."