Yan Xi was busy at the Ministry of Works all day, and was not in a hurry to go back to the house at night.

For the past two days, Liu Bing presided over the affairs of the Ministry of Works, and everything was in order. However, Lord Shangshu, Gong Qiong, has not returned for two days.

Yan Xi pointed at the table, predicting that the time is coming soon.

Suddenly there was a commotion in the crowd outside, Yan Xi stood by the door, and heard someone say: "Gong Shangshu sent a message that he is coming back."

Yan Xi was silent for a moment, suddenly thought of something, and sighed softly, "Not good!".

He didn't close the desk, didn't close the door, and the figure disappeared in a single leap.

Several colleagues came to look for him, and one of them shouted: "Master Xuan! Go to the lobby, Gong Shangshu said that all members should discuss matters."

After a few people came to the door, they saw that the tea on the table was full, the pens were still stained with ink, and there was no one yelling left and right. Everyone wondered: "I just saw that he was still there, where did he go in a blink of an eye?"

Gong Qiong stepped out of the palace gate and got on the sedan chair, urging the bearer to go quickly: "Don't stop, don't talk to anyone you meet, go back to the Ministry of Works, hurry up!"

He turned around in a hurry, but his back was covered with cold sweat.

The long street was deserted, and the footsteps of bearers on the cobbled road echoed in the emptiness.

Quiet, so quiet.

Gong Qiong lifted the curtain and looked out, suddenly startled, and shouted: "This is not the way back to Ministry of Works, where do you want to take me! Turn back!"

The bearers pressed their hat brims and did not answer, and walked even faster.

Gong Qiong looked back, recognized the bearer as a stranger, and shouted: "When did you change my bearers! Who are you from?"

The bearer in front sneered and did not answer.

Yan Xi galloped all the way, looking for the direction of the imperial city, and there was no trace of Gong Qiong at the palace gate.He stood under the willow tree, looking at the flowing water of the moat, thinking for a moment, then suddenly thought of something, turned his head and ran out of the city.

When approaching Zhuque Lake, Yan Xi caught the faint smell of blood in the air, pulled the willow branch casually, and jumped away.

Gong Qiong dragged his body back, his body was covered in blood, his legs were severed from the beating, he kept vomiting blood from his mouth, but bit his lip tightly, refusing to say a word.

The assassin pointed his sword at his throat: "If you refuse to tell the whereabouts of the blueprint of Feilong Shenji, your whole family will die."

Gong Qiong coughed up a mouthful of blood, and laughed maniacally: "Hahaha, my son is married to Lu's legitimate daughter, and my daughter is married to Jiang's family. If you dare to kill, come and kill me!"

"Since that's the case, it's useless to keep you." The assassin swung his sword to cut.

Suddenly, the man's jaw hurt, and the sword came out of his hand.

Assassins trained quickly, and immediately shouted: "Attack, fight!"

None of the companions responded, and Zhou was exceptionally quiet.

In order to ensure everything is safe this time, this assassin has brought first-rate masters. In the past few years, he has never been defeated in Jingdu.

Therefore, he didn't think that he was already in danger at the first moment, he yelled: "What are you guys doing, come out and work!"

No one answered him.

His heart beat violently, and the terrible danger was approaching him.

He held his breath, clenched the sword in his hand, tensed his meridians, and looked around.

Just as he turned around, an extremely fierce figure suddenly jumped out of a place where there was no one in his sight.

The assassin heard the rapid wind, but he had no time to turn his head. There was a very thin dull pain on the back of his neck, his eyes went dark, and he fell to the ground.

He didn't even have a chance to fight back.

Yan Xi appeared behind the assassin with a willow stick in his hand.

He was tied around his waist and took off the civil servant's robe, which he untied and threw on the side of the road after landing.

He was actually wearing a black satin corset military uniform, the neckline, cuffs and corners of the robe were delicately trimmed with snow-white plain brocade.

He adjusted his breath and complained rather speechlessly: "My legs are about to break..."

Gong Qiong was bleeding all over the ground. He squinted and looked at the person who was walking towards him slowly. The person was stepping on the scarlet blood, his face was whiter than the moonlight, and his eyes were black and bottomless.

Gong Qiong thought she had encountered a ghost, but when the person got closer, she turned out to be Nong Li with snow skin and beautiful appearance.

Gong Qiong trembled like an electric shock, and said with difficulty, "Xuan... Yin."

Yan Xi squatted in front of Gong Qiong, sizing up the other party's wounds and the blood on the ground, his voice was freezing in the night: "Master Gong, you are going to die."

Gong Qiong looked at him weakly and frightened.

Yan Xi said seductively, "Don't you have any last words? For example, why did you hide Qin Ji?"

Gong Qiong was sweating coldly, shaking his head slowly.

Yan Xi smiled lightly: "Respected Lord Shangshu, if you refuse to speak, you will be filled with hatred. Those people came to you for nothing more than pressuring you and keeping your mouth shut. I saved you anyway, so you don't say anything., don't you regret it?"

Gong Qiong pressed the knife edge on her chest and asked cautiously: "Who are you from?"

Yan Xi smiled lightly and said, "I came to save you, so naturally I am not on the same side as the one who killed you. An enemy's enemy is a friend. Gong Shangshu, you can trust me."

Gong Qiong's lips turned pale, and she said tremblingly, "I...don't trust anyone."

Yan Xi said: "Why don't you try to believe that I can keep your son and daughter safe until they grow old."

Gong Qiong obviously didn't believe it, and said lightly, "Why should I believe you?"

Yan Xi said: "Today's chaos in Jingdu is nothing more than a struggle between the dignitaries of the four surnames and the imperial power. Your sons and daughters are all related by marriage to the four surnames, and the only one who will kill them is the surname Yan. Gong Shangshu, my surname is Yan."

Gong Qiong said in astonishment: "Your surname is Xuan..."

Yan Xi said: "My concubine mother is an imperial concubine, do you think I look like her?"

Gong Qiong vomited blood and coughed for a while before saying, "There are many people like her now."

Yan Xi said playfully: "But among these people, I am the only one who got the first prize. I am the number one scholar handpicked by my father. Think about it, what kind of relationship is it that makes His Majesty favor me so much?"

Gong Qiong bled profusely and gradually felt overwhelmed. His voice was hoarse: "Even if you are the Seventh Prince, that's..."

"But that's a prince who fell out of favor, isn't he?" Yan Xi took his words and said with determination: "If I really fell out of favor, why did the emperor give me the number one prize? You can think about it, why does the emperor favor me alone?"Mother and concubine for fifteen years? The most fundamental reason is that my mother and concubine are not surnamed powerful, she is an ordinary family name, and she is the only woman chosen by the emperor himself."

Gong Qiong rolled her eyes, and her voice was extremely weak: "You really... are you?"

"Don't die." Yan Xi pulled out a silver needle, pierced it into Gong Qiong's renzhong acupoint, and forced him to breathe.

Gong Qiong's face was already pale, she lay on the ground, and said out of focus: "This needle..."

Yan Xi said: "Master Gong has good eyesight, this is the flying flower needle for the Han family to save their lives. My first teacher in martial arts is the old general Han Yang, and the one who taught me in private is the general Han Linmo. These two are only for whom?Teacher, you should be clear."

Gong Qiong opened her mouth and breathed hard: "You ask."

Yan Xi's face suddenly became solemn: "Where are the dropped magic cannons and firecrackers given to Beiyuan hidden?"

Gong Qiong's breathing became weaker: "Youzhou Abandoned Tomb."

Yan Xi asked: "Where is the blueprint of the Flying Dragon God Machine?"

Gong Qiong: "Qin... Ji."

Yan Xi smiled and said, "Very good, one last question, who is the mastermind behind the Shenji case?"

Gong Qiong's face was gloomy, and he was silent for a moment. He opened his mouth forcefully, pulling his pulse, and coughed heavily. The coughed up blood spread all over his face, making him look terribly frightening.

During the struggling panting, he hissed "His Royal Highness", and pulled Yan Xi's robe with all his strength like a flash of light.

Yan Xi hated being touched by others, he could have avoided it easily, but he frowned and endured it, staying where he was.

Gong Qiong said hoarsely: "The ring is eroded, and there are as many silverfish in the country as maggots. External chaos and internal conspiracy, the country will be overthrown."

He printed Yan Xi's white robe with blood-stained finger marks, he tightened the corner of Yan Xi's robe convulsively, spat out blood and said, "Your Highness, if you really want to vindicate the mystery case, you will overturn this dangerous building."Mansion! Your Highness... I was hesitant to help the tyrant, and my minister is guilty, so death is not a pity. However, the people are innocent, and the world should not be so ruined."

Gong Qiong's eyes were red and his limbs were stiff. He held Yan Xi tightly with the strength of dying. He spat out a big mouthful of blood, landed on Yan Xi's lapel, and shouted hoarsely: "Your Highness...you must go forward...don'tHesitate, don't be afraid..."

Gong Qiong hangs down weakly, lying on the corner of Yan Xi's robe.

died.

In the past few years, Yan Xi has seen many dead people.

In order to protect himself, he also killed people.

Except at the beginning, the skills are not as good as others, and there will be blood and wounds.

In the past two or three years, he has been able to come and go freely and cleanly.

Gong Qiong's dying words echoed in Yan Xi's mind, and her heart was ups and downs.

He was stunned for a moment, and was awakened by the pungent bloody smell. He looked at Gong Qiong for a moment, then turned Gong Qiong over with his hands, and raised his hand to close Gong Qiong's eyelids.

His pale fingers were also stained with blood.

Yan Xi doesn't like blood.

He frowned and got up, without taking another look, he stepped on the blood on the ground and walked out.

Passing by those half-dead assassins, he stepped on the clothes of one of them with the sole of his shoe and wiped away the blood.

Straight away.

Yan Xi's blood was all over his body, and he had five senses after taking "Rong", so the smell of blood was particularly thick for him, and it was really unbearable.

He came to the nearby Zhuque Lake, and under the cover of the willow branches, he took off his blood-stained shirt, and put on a blue official uniform.

He tied the bloody clothes to a stone and threw them into the bottom of the lake. He squatted down and splashed the water to wash his face, rubbing his fingers one by one.

The smell of blood is still there.

Yan Xi soaked his hands in the slightly cool lake water, staring at the painting boat in the distance in a trance.

At this hour, the only ones that can still light up and open the boats are those rich and powerful flower houses.

The painting boat closest to Yan Xi was releasing a small boat.

Yan Xi stood in the bushes, not knowing where to go, staring at the boat in a daze.

He wanted to go back to the imperial mausoleum to find his teacher, and to drink the refreshing soup that the teacher cooked for him, but this morning, Shang Baiheng didn't open the door for him.

This is the only time.

Every time before he left the imperial mausoleum, Shang Baiheng would open the door and wait for him with warm water, but not today.

Shang Baiheng was rejecting him.

He felt aggrieved in the bloody smell that couldn't be washed away.

He was supposed to study in a bright classroom in the 21st century, and the teachers regarded him as the apple of his eye.

He goes into the book and fights and kills.

Yan Xi sighed and persuaded himself: Everything is for going home, bear with it.

The small boat stopped on the shore, and two little girls came down with a small bucket.

They were actually still some distance away from Yan Xi, Yan Xi stood there bored, and originally wanted to wait for the two of them to go far away before leaving.

Unexpectedly, the two girls opened the keg and took out the small handkerchief to wash by the lake.

The girl in pink said: "The blood stains should be washed off as soon as possible, otherwise the stains will be eaten. The master still needs this veil, let's be careful."

Cuiyi girl said: "Master vomited blood again? I'm a little worried whether master will—"

The girl in pink shouted: "Don't talk nonsense!"

Yan Xi was bored listening to those two maids talking, seeing that they seemed to be in a hurry, she turned around and wanted to leave.

Fifteen moons, sixteen circles.

Today's moonlight spreads the clear light all over the ground, the lake breeze is gentle, and the birds are singing and swallows are dancing in the distance. If you don't talk about the assassination before, this is actually a gentle night.

The moonlight drew traces of coldness on Yan Xi's body, and the wind carried the bloody smell from the handkerchief, brushing against the tip of Yan Xi's nose.

As soon as she turned around, Yan Xi suddenly widened her eyes and froze in place.There is... a familiar, alluring medicinal fragrance in this smell of blood.

Was it Song Beiming's blood that was stained on the veil?

The fresh blood has a particularly strong smell of medicine, like a poisonous snake king spitting out snake letters, and like years of strong wine beckoning alcoholics.

Yan Xi stood still in place.

He not only enjoys the comfort and peace that the medicinal fragrance of Duna gave him, but also struggles to suppress the urge to get the source of the fragrance.

As Yan Xi watched, the girl in pink brought a bucket of water out of the lake with a small bucket, and then she took the handkerchief to dip into the bucket to wash.

At this moment, Night Breeze seemed to be still.

The bright light of the full moon was bewitching Yan Xi to do something, and his slender fingers were twisting a stone.

A voice was tempting him: Go get the handkerchief, there is Song Beiming's blood on it!

Another voice shouted to stop him: You have to wake up!Cannot be defeated by medicine.

But the night wind was so bad, and it was filled with the scent of medicine, which seduced Yan Xi's senses more and more.

That bad voice said: It's just a handkerchief, it's not a big deal.

But Yan Xi remembered what Shang Baiheng said: If you are really defeated, have you thought about how you will face today's you tomorrow?Your ambition is in the high mountains, in the far continent...

The wind carried the medicinal fragrance, lingering at the tip of Yan Xi's nose, and sticking to his skin exposed to the night wind.

Another aggrieved voice said: Teacher, but "ku" is not a poison, but an antidote.I'm so sick and I want to detox.Teacher, help me.

That veil will be thrown into the water.

The stone bullet shot out, breaking a few willow branches above the two maids.

The willow branches fell on them, making them run away screaming.

A figure silently picked up the blood-stained handkerchief.

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