Fortunately for Feng Yanghou

The horses walked a section of the mountain road, and the afternoon was a little hot and dry with the sound of insects.

He and Ji rode out of the forest, and the scorching sun, which was slightly stronger than Zhou Rao's, was cast in the air, branding the imprint of the horse's hoof, winding their way forward one by one.

After crossing a short hill, Ji frowned slightly, and reined the horse with his hands.

He lowered his eyes and murmured behind Ji: "I don't know what Qin Miao's intention is. But we can find out in the wooden box."

After all, he got off his horse.

Ji looked up and looked around before dismounting, and found that they had already left the town for several miles, and finally reached the bank of Liluo River.

After crossing this river, it is the territory under the jurisdiction of Zhai and Wei.

Thinking of all the things he experienced in Wuqi, he couldn't help but sigh twice, and then he took out the wooden box from the bag.

On the top of the wooden box, wisteria flowers linger on several pieces of auspicious clouds, winding all the way to the lock at the bottom.

He opened the lock, opened it, and saw "Zhou Hui Wang Qi Xin" and two lines of extremely small ink characters, and suddenly his face was strange, like a smile, but also like a surprise.

Ji glanced over, and an unbelievable astonishment flashed across his eyes.

He took out a stack of cards, almost each of which depicted a person with a big head and a small body, wearing all kinds of costumes, kings and ministers, wealthy businessmen, and everything else.

He held the portrait of "Zhou Hui Wang Qi Xin" on the top, closed his eyes and recalled it, compared it with the real person in his memory, and couldn't help laughing: "It's quite similar. Could it be that Qi Xin looked like this when he was a child?" cute?"

He really felt that "Qi Xin" on the card was much more pleasing to the eye than King Zhou Hui sitting on the throne.

He looked at Ji curiously, and Ji Wenyan's face became more and more stinky.

Unable to wait for the answer he wanted, he flicked his fingers to the forehead of the little figure on the card, stretched out his hand and tugged at Ji's stiff cheek, squinted his eyes and smiled harmlessly, and said, "When your face is expressionless, , quite similar to Qi Xin."

Ji stared into his clear lacquer eyes, he could always say what others dare not say, and do things others dare not do.

Ji glanced at him, and stretched out his hand to strangle his wrist, as if he couldn't bear his ravages.

Seeing this, he immediately let go, and took a closer look, Ji's unremarkable cheeks were slightly red on both cheeks, like a woman with makeup on.

He froze on the spot, and then let out a very unjust poof, almost laughing out loud.

He squinted his eyes at Ji.

Ji saw his appearance in his eyes, raised his eyebrows and reached out to cover his mouth.

"Well—" He choked up for a moment, staring at Ji Yi, but couldn't speak for a moment.

At this time, Ji stared at him for a long while, looking at him quietly.

His heart was heavy, he raised his eyes bravely, and when he looked at Ji, he tried to use the air-conditioning to force Ji to let go.

He looked cold and stern, Ji suppressed the smile in his heart, and pretended to let go of his sandalwood lips, but when he suddenly blinked his eyes, he felt that he was really amused, so he turned his hand and tapped his white cheeks After a while, it was a rip-off.

"you!"

When he spoke sullenly, Ji had already walked towards Liluo River with arms folded.

In the Liluo River, there are boatmen punting leisurely.

The sudden situation made him look suspiciously at Ji——the sun was streaming down quietly, covering the whole body of the person with his back, making him unable to open his eyes.

The man standing by the Liluo River was so reckless and awe-inspiring, without the slightest hint of murderous arrogance.

He put all the stacks of cards back in place, closed the wooden box, and followed Ji's footsteps.

Ji led the horse and stepped on the swaying boat. The boatman standing at the bow and punting the boat had white hair and beards, and wore coir raincoats and bamboo hats, but by the tone of his voice, he could tell that the boatman was not from Zhai Wei.

He entered the cabin, and after Ji Luo sat down, he slightly raised his eyes and asked, "Where is the boatman from?"

The Liluo River was placed in the territory of Zhai Wei. How did a man over [-] manage to do such a job of eating and sleeping in the open?

His doubts were recognized by Ji, and outside the cabin, the boatman once again propped up the long pole, lowered the bamboo hat, and stared at the Liluo River in front of him without blinking.

"This son has good eyesight. This old man is from the country of Rouli. Because he escaped from the war, he came to Zhai Wei country to do a job of punting, just to support his family. If this foreign country and wilderness were not for living, who would Would you like to eat and sleep in the open? According to the old man, the two young masters are not from Zhai Wei either!"

The boatman propped the boat for a while. Although the boat shook slightly, it was still stable.

Before Ji wanted to open his mouth, the smile on his face gradually deepened.

He glanced at the boatman, "The boatman is also good at observing words and expressions, we are indeed not from Zhaiwei."

When he was speaking, he suddenly turned his eyes to look at the sides of the boat gradually entering the reeds. The sparkling river was so silent that there was not even a single water bird.

"Where are those two sons from?"

Ji saw the boatman speeding up his pole-vaulting action, and the smile on his face disappeared suddenly. He raised his eyes and said jokingly: "How could the boatman not know our origin?"

After all, Ji felt an unprecedented deterrent force bursting out of his eyes. As soon as he finished speaking, the originally hunched boatman suddenly stood upright, lifted his bamboo hat, and revealed a sinister smile.

"Feng Yanghou is indeed as insightful as a god. Since this is the case, we don't have to hide our heads and tails."

He stood up with deep eyes, tightly clenched the cold knife at his waist, and saw that the assassins leaping out of the reeds covered their faces in black and landed on the bow of the boat, showing the cold blade in their hands, confronting them.

A close call.

But this season, the Huagong powder in the body has not been cleared, [-]% to [-]% of the internal strength is like bare hands, how can it fight against these menacing and well-trained assassins?

He thought of the Hengchen hanging from his waist, and then looked at the masked assassins in Wei Zhan Ji. These assassins were all embroidered with the beast faces of 梼杌 beasts on their waists. There is no doubt that they should be raised in King Ji's palace. Assassins.

"Ji, be careful behind you!" He entered the assassin's encirclement circle, raised his foot, and kicked away the long sword in the assassin's hand.

Ji Wenyan was startled, and when he met the assassin's sword again, his arm was suddenly scratched by the blade.

"Ji, back off." He saw that the assassin was slashing towards Ji with all his fierce moves, and his moves were fatal, but he didn't attack him intentionally, obviously he was ordered by someone.

If you want Ji's life, you have to have it!

He showed his long sword, and the sword flowers flew.

Ji Jin frowned, and pushed him away with his palm, who was still about to step forward. Without hesitation, his cold eyes caught people, and he punched back several Xiao Xiao assassins who wanted to restrain him.

Standing outside the encirclement and suppression circle, he wanted to force his way in but was surrounded by the next few assassins. He drew his sword and made a move, not daring to take it lightly.

He held his breath and closed his eyes, but saw that the "boatman" who was watching the battle took advantage of his unpreparedness and immediately released a poisonous arrow secretly.

"Ji!" He suddenly saw the off-string arrow fly away, directly into the chest of the person in front of him.

He repelled the assassin who was about to turn on him with sword, and helped Ji, who was seriously injured by the poisonous arrow, clasped his hands, his palms were full of sweat.

The wind was strong, and suddenly, a burst of fog hit——the "boatman" opened his eyes again, but found that there was no one on board.

"Don't chase the poor! That man was poisoned, and he has few days left to live. The one who rescued them just now was from our side."

As soon as he raised his head, the sky seemed to be raining.

The "Boatman" stopped the assassin who wanted to take advantage of the victory, turned around, and suddenly killed the bloody BMW on the boat with his palm.

Jiyun's private house in the outskirts of Zhai and Wei.

Chu Rui, dressed in casual clothes, with a gloomy face, dismissed the doctor who had finished bandaging, and looked up and down the people on the bed.

Fortunately, the always eyeless blade only scratched his arm, and the flesh and blood wounds can be recovered after a few days of recuperation.

Chu Rui sat on the side of the bed, his eyes were cloudy, but there was still a trace of concern in the corners of his eyes and brows.

He frowned and opened his eyes. In the hazy light and shadow, someone bent down and moved his face to his eyes. This person was King Ji Yue who should be on the throne of King Ji.

He was a little embarrassed by Chu Rui's look, turned his eyes away, closed his mouth, and looked around for Ji who had been poisoned by the arrow.

"Don't look for it."

He was about to get up, but before he moved, Chu Rui stopped him with his hand, "Senior brother, is meeting you and me less important than a dumb guard?"

Chu Rui narrowed his eyes, and what disappeared in his eyes was the joy and happiness of the reunion of the brothers and sisters.

Hearing this, he really didn't dare to act rashly again.

The person in front of him was no longer the junior he had known since he took charge of Ji Guo.

The moment he raised his eyes, Chu Rui, who was bullying him, raised his lips slightly, and the warm breath sprayed on his eyelashes, making his heart skip a beat.

"Why, senior brother is afraid that he will kill him alone?" Chu Rui opened his mouth with the tone of the monarch, "He has been poisoned by the arrow, and I am afraid that his time is numbered."

Seeing the person in front of him frowning and looking at him, Chu Rui felt unhappy, and thought of the plan he had made to find him. When he saw his merciless appearance, he couldn't help but want to suppress him as the king of Ji Guo, and let him go again. You can't escape your own control.

Chu Rui stretched out his hand to strangle his arm, with slightly aggressive eyes, brows half-drawn, eyes full of cruelty that shackles a prisoner.