Can Drink A Cup of Nothing

Zong Luo's speed is very fast.

Just a Shining God, the Qixing Longyuan in his hand was already unsheathed, and a cold flash like a wandering dragon flashed in the air.

At the same time, Zong Chengsi's dagger was also revealed at the right time, and he stepped forward to touch the little servant's neck.

He also learned martial arts, even better than Zong Yuanwu.

Although Emperor Yuan lacked the most basic warmth and concern for his prince on weekdays, he was never stingy in the face of the prince's education. The young masters in the palace are all the leaders who have won the art of calligraphy or debate at the Baijia Banquet, and the martial arts instructors are famous swordsmen and swordsmen or generals. After being famous, these elderly people who have been famous for a long time and return home after disarming their armor will occasionally stroll over to give pointers when they are interested.

Zong Chengsi's teacher is the same as Zong Yuanwu, but he is used to keeping a low profile and rarely shows it on the surface. But in the case of an assassin, he obviously couldn't allow him to think too much.

The fourth prince crouched down, cooperated with Zong Luo, and captured the servant with three or two strokes.

"Speak! Who sent you here?!"

As soon as Zong Chengsi asked, the assassin rolled his eyes, kicked his legs, and vomited blood.

Zong Luo lightly retracted his sword: "It seems that it should be a dead man, with poison hidden in his teeth, so I can't ask."

Obviously Zong Chengsi also thought of this, and his expression suddenly became ugly: "Someone!"

Nanfeng Xiaozhu's male servants didn't know what was going on, they only heard the fourth prince say that there was an assassin, and in panic, he knelt down on the ground.

"Seal the entire building to this prince and search them one by one!"

Nowadays, there are people with this ability in the imperial city.///The dead men can be counted on one hand.

If Zong Luo really lost his memory, he might not be able to react. But he doesn't have amnesia now, he just feels suspicious.

The white-robed prince's exploratory gaze fell on the man in front of him, and disappeared in a flash.

Unless it was a coincidence today that he ran into someone else who wanted to assassinate Zong Chengsi.

In short, these assassins were definitely not aimed at him. Not to mention that even if he is superficially blind, but the force value is here, it is useless to come with a hundred; plus the trip tonight, it is also a whim and a reckless act.

And Zong Chengsi revealed his intention to seize the reserve not long ago. The sixth and fifth fought hotly during the period of taking the reserve. There are many disciples under the door, and there are talents with all kinds of specialties. Deaths and assassinations are very common. thing. At this time, any one of them who wants to take the lead in solving the cake of the fourth child is reasonable.

Zong Luo always felt that things were not as simple as he imagined, but instead, there was a strangeness.

While he was contemplating, the garrison patrolling the streets of the imperial city also rushed over after hearing the news.

"Three Highness, Fourth Highness!"

The captain of the guard hurriedly clasped his fists and saluted with a respectful look.

With Zong Cheng's approval, he immediately ordered to go down.

The garrison was neat and tidy, and moved quickly to seal the entire Nanfeng Xiaozhu, making sure that not even a single fly could get out.

The old bustard, who was still smiling just now, squatted on the ground with a bitter face, and repeatedly said, "Old officers and soldiers, be gentle! Oh, that servant is really not a male servant from our Xiaozhuli, and I don't know how he got in." "

"Shut up." The captain of the guard said coldly: "You dared to quibble here after colliding with the two His Royal Highnesses. I think you want to go to the great prison and experience the punishment of our great deep?"

As soon as he said this, the old man was so frightened that his face turned pale, and he immediately closed his mouth tightly, not daring to say any more.

Who doesn't know that Dayuan Criminal Law is the most cruel and merciless.

Poison poison is almost only qualified to be enjoyed by the powerful, and Xiaoshou still can't feel much pain, but the next beheading, torture, car cracking, grooming, and Ling Chi are all just listening to the introduction, all of which are terrifying.

It is said that after entering the prison, a flogging is the lightest, and if it is more severe, it will have to be branded, and even if it is not dead, it will have to peel off the skin. Other dynasties could still hold the Great Prison Qiuhou Quxian, but the Great Yuan released a batch of prisoners every month, and executed them at the vegetable market at regular intervals.

It is this draconian law that has ensured relative peace in this time of turmoil among the nations.

Compared with the level of turmoil in other countries, the people of Dayuan can even close their houses at night.

While these people searched hard, Zong Luomo looked around silently and walked up to the third floor.

Huinan Xiaozhu has a total of three floors, the first floor has a performance stage, surrounded by seats, the second floor is a private tea house, and the third floor is a quiet room for listening to music. Apart from the difference in layout, there is not much difference inside.

When Zong Luo came up, the garrison had already searched the third floor, and below stood a handsome man in cyan clothes and holding a guqin in his hand.

This man looks like a boy and a girl, his face is beautiful, his expression is like resentment and resentment, but his face is different from other male waiters.

"Mr. Shi, the soldiers are looking for assassins, you just came back, don't go up."

"Assassin?" The man was surprised: "I just came downstairs, and it seems that I did hear some voices."

When passing by, Zongluo took a look at the cover with the help of white ling.

Just looking at it like this, he thought it was a girl. If it weren't for the prominent Adam's apple in men, most of them would admit their mistakes.

Zong Luo was puzzled and couldn't help but think of another person.

They are all in the same beautiful style, but Yu Beizhou's good looks are straight to the heart and very aggressive, but they don't have the slightest sense of androgyny. Compared to this man, it is like a world.

When the guards guarding the door saw him, they hurriedly saluted, "Your Highness."

"We have already searched the third floor, and we have also checked the bottom of the wardrobe and bed, and found no suspicious traces."

Zong Luowen said: "It's hard work. You go down below, I'll go in and have a look."

The three princes have spoken, and naturally no one dared to say more.

So Zong Luo lifted his foot and walked up to the third floor.

The third floor was quiet, all the doors with bamboo curtains were open, letting the outside whirring and blowing wind gather in the corridor, making life cold.

Zong Luo slid one hand on the hilt of the sword, his whole body in a state of alertness.

When all the garrisoned soldiers led the way, and the footsteps could no longer be heard in the corridor, he said coldly, "You have followed all the way, are you still not coming out?"

There seemed to be a low laugh in the wind.

After laughing, it's over, there is no follow-up.

Seeing that this person had no plans to show up, Zong Luo stepped forward and walked forward.

"Swish"

When walking to one of the quiet rooms, the hanging bamboo curtains seemed to be lifted a little.

Zong Luo subconsciously sent the sword over.

The next second, a hot hand suddenly stretched out from the opposite direction, pulling the person straight in.

A second before he was pulled in, Zong Luo could clearly see what was making the sound.

It was an ugly eagle who just squatted by the windowsill, spread its wings and tilted its head to look at him.

Zongluo: ""

Can this still cooperate and make a fuss? !

In the dark and quiet room, the atmosphere became ambiguous for no reason.

Zongluo's hand holding Qixing Longyuan was grasped precisely, and he pressed his backhand on the cold door panel.

Yu Beizhou put his hands on his shoulders affectionately, went from behind Zong Luo to his front, and then rested his head on the sunken shoulders of the prince in white.

Strange to say, after being held in the ice coffin for so many years, Yu Beizhou had never noticed that Zongluo had such a good smell. Clear and cold, like the snow lotus blooming on the towering Tianshan Mountains, it is unattainable and full of dazzling feeling.

He couldn't put it down, burying his head and sniffing, and his tone was rather resentful: "Senior brother was really ruthless yesterday, and he turned his head and left when he saw that he clearly wanted to ///fire/burn/body."

Zongluo retorted: "Don't you say how much you hate me? Don't you feel disgusted when you have a desire for the enemy?"

Yu Beizhou laughed sullenly, his hot breath breathed out on Zong Luo's slender neck, and the white fur and loose ink hair slipped into the open collar above the latter, causing a tingling sensation.

His other hand slid down the tight waistline under the crane's cloak, and said in a low voice, "Yeah, I hate my brother so much, I can't wait to drink the blood of my brother and eat it one by one."

Yu Beizhou's tone was deliberately lowered, dangerous and elusive: "But what's the difference?"

"Hate senior brother is not in conflict with wanting senior senior brother."

He licked his lips, smiled slyly///nickly, with full malice: "At least before my brother dies in my hands, let him have a taste of what a brother feels like."

Zong Luo couldn't bear it anymore.

He pushed his elbows back, and with ten percent of his strength, he successfully escaped the control of the opponent's palm, and scuffled in this narrow quiet room.

This guy had clearly been by his side from the beginning.

No matter how high the third prince's wall was, it couldn't stop those who came up to peep.

When Ye Linghan swore allegiance, Zongluo realized something was wrong and saw Hanmei trembling outside the window. There is still a patch of water that has just melted, and you can guess who has stayed there with your feet.

Zong Luo deliberately stimulated him, and asked deliberately, "How do you feel when you watch the loyal subordinates in the past choose a bright master and swear allegiance to others?"

Yu Beizhou replied nonchalantly, "It's just useless subordinates. If senior brother likes it, so what if senior brother surrenders."

Zongluo just thought he was a dead duck.

These male supporting roles were the trump cards and foundations that Yu Beizhou was able to steal from the Great Yuan Foundation in his previous life, so he was so willing to go.

"What's the matter? Why is there a sudden sound of fighting upstairs?"

The captain of the guard, who was counting the number of people below, was taken aback and led his men up.

Hearing the voice outside the door, Yu Beizhou flashed back, his figure crossed an unbelievable angle like a ghost, and floated lightly to the windowsill.

There was an expression of lack of interest on his face: "This scene of a thief shouting to catch a thief is really boring. This music official has a deep affection for the fourth child, and I don't know who will be blamed today."

"Senior brother, see you next time."

After speaking, Yu Beizhou waved to him with a smile and slowly fell backwards.

The wind blowing from the bottom of the building lifted the hem of his bright red clothes, as if a cluster of fire had ignited in the dark night, and in an instant it fell on the eaves of the opposite small building and disappeared in an instant.

Zong Luo frowned.

He had originally suspected that it was an assassin arranged by Zong Chengsi himself, but now he is not surprised by such a result.

It's just that Yu Beizhou's behavior, after peeping, he came to demolish the old main stage, and it's not an exaggeration to say a childish elementary school chicken.

When the guards pushed open the door, they saw the third prince standing in the center of a huge quiet room.

He lightly shook his hand and retracted his sword, "You don't have to chase anymore, the person has already escaped."