Chapter 12 Restaurant in Distress

Murong Xun raised his eyes and looked at Murong Yao doubtfully, waiting for the following. Murong Yao continued to say, "I still remember that the man in black who shot arrows when I sent you to see Shangguan yesterday was captured by the men of the King of Qin and packed it to the Prime Minister's Mansion. This person is not someone else, but a bodyguard of my Murong's family. The bodyguard also admitted that he was instructed to assassinate you, and this person who instructed him was the third aunt. . Now, if it hadn't been for the imminent marriage of Shanmei and the King of Qin, the bitch would have been executed by her father. That would have been closed-door thinking now!"

"Will the Prime Minister make a fuss about such a fake daughter?" Murong Xun slowly took a sip of wine, and the fragrance of apricot blossoms was full of teeth, which was refreshing.

Murong Yao smiled and said, "Murong Xuan is still in prison now. The eldest lady is counting on the marriage between Murong Mansion and the Qin Palace, which may be beneficial to the current serious situation. If ordinary people catch an assassin and have something to do with their future mother-in-law, they will definitely kill people. But the king of Qin did not do this. Didn't he clearly tell the Prime Minister's mansion that he was very dissatisfied with the marriage?

After a pause, Murong Xun said again, "It's just that now that I have been kicked out of the Prime Minister's mansion, and there will be people who want to kill me. Isn't that too much?" Murong Xun walked to the edge of the window, and a cool breeze came. His hair floated gently with the wind. The sun was still dazzling. He narrowed his eyes slightly, and his eyes drifted around casually. His tone was as light as ever. "I know that I'm being monitored by the King of Qin. Is my brother's move just to try the attitude of the King of Qin?"

Murong Yao drank all the wine in the glass and smiled slightly, but he didn't answer.

However, Shangguan beside him showed a faint sadness in his eyes, and his tone was a little sad, "In the final analysis, Murong Xuan is also your brother and foot!"

While talking, Murong Xun's eyes suddenly chilled, and his whole body was covered with a layer of anger that could not be melted, like seven feet of ice, with a chill.

With Murong Xun's eyes, he saw a prince in black clothes with a unicorn pattern and a prince in purple strode into the White Crane Tower. These two are Zhao Che and Zhao Ling, who suddenly became interested in patrolling after hunting.

Although Xiao Er came up with the signature dish of the White Crane Tower later, Murong Xun tasted like chewing wax. Her thoughts were firmly locked on the two brothers who had just stepped into the restaurant, and her cold expression and the murderous spirit that unconsciously overflowed from her body made Shangguan Yu and Murong Yao in front of them constantly look sideways, and the atmosphere suddenly fell to The lowest point.

"Are you all right?" Shangguan Zixuan asked worriedly.

"Nothing!" Murong Xun replied faintly. At this time, Murong Yao said, "Since we have eaten, let's go back!"

The three of them arrived downstairs. The first floor is used to receive ordinary guests, so it is not as clean as the second floor. The first floor is crowded and lively. Among the full guests, he saw Zhao Che and the Zhao Ling brothers sitting in an invisible position. At this time, the first floor with a large number of people was extremely quiet. It turned out that a storyteller on the stage was talking with great interest, talking about how brave the King of Qin defeated the enemy and how he was known as the God of War. The guests were fascinated, and the highlight of what they said was a burst of warm applause. In contrast, the two people in the corner looked calm and talked and laughed faintly, as if they had not integrated into the warm atmosphere at all.

"The most taboo thing about being a minister is that he has made great achievements. The King of Qin has won many battles, and his military power is very high in the army. I don't know if it will make your majesty afraid!" Shangguan sighed faintly behind him, "Your Majesty, don't mistakenly believe the slander of the harem. It's better to kill loyal ministers in vain, and the king of Qin is also the center, which can represent the sun and the moon..."

"Not necessarily!" Murong Yao detated from Shangguan's side and said something that made people unable to guess his intention. He took a look at Murong Xun, who was distracted, and said, "Don't you go?"

Murong smoked his expression, restored his usual indifference, and smiled faintly, "Why don't you leave?"

Just stepped down the bottom of the floor, and suddenly his whole body stiffened. Murong Xun quickly looked back. Just now, she felt that she was not familiar with it. She was murderous and strong. She glanced faintly at the second floor and continued to walk down calmly.

"Keep going, don't look back!" Murong Yao, who was beside him, grabbed Murong Xun's wrist and said softly in his ear. Obviously, he also felt this murderous spirit.

At this moment, several dark shadows soared down from the second floor, and the bright blade in his hand emitted a dazzling white light. The guests who were already listening to the book with great interest were suddenly scattered as birds and beasts. To Murong's surprise, this time the man in black did not come for her, and the purpose was obviously the Zhao brothers in the corner.

It was originally a micro-service tour. Zhao Che didn't bring many bodyguards with him, and Zhao Ling only followed Zhao Hui. However, in the face of several uninvited guests, there was no panic on their faces. A man in black shouted loudly, his eyes were fierce, and he waved his knife at Zhao Che. Zhao Che held the wine glass, straight as straight as the back of the mountain beam did not move a half. He quickly shook his right hand, and the wine glass in his hand flew out, just hitting the big knife of the man in black.

I only heard a "bang" sound. The exquisite white porcelain wine glass accurately hit the blade waving of the man in black. It was immediately torn apart. A piece of debris just scratched the neck of the man in black, leaving a blood stain. His expression was still unbelievable, but the man had fallen to the ground.

The remaining few people in black looked at each other and saw that the two had jumped on the table and attacked Zhao Che from left to right respectively. They moved quickly and fiercely. Zhao Chefeng raised his eyebrows slightly, and his eyes showed a few traces of majesty and fierceness. As soon as he patted the table, he took the opportunity to jump towards the mid-air and kicked his toes separately. With the wrists of the two men in black, the man in black snorted and unconsciously stepped back several steps. Zhao Che fell steadily on the edge of the table, condescending, and glanced at several people in black on the court with sharp eyes, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, revealing a few contemptuous smiles.

"The third brother's skills are still the same as before!" Zhao Ling walked quietly to Zhao Che and protected him behind him, with a playful smile. "But these three-legged cats, then use the third brother to do it yourself. Why don't you let me move your muscles and bones?"

His voice became more and more gentle, and his Gu Tan-like eyes became more and more cold and murderous.

"Zhao Hui, take good care of these brothers!" He said lightly, and his tone was as solemn and cruel as the autumn wind sweeping the fallen leaves.

"Yes, my lord!" Zhao Hui drew his sword and threw the scabbard, like a fierce leopard attacking the man in black. Zhao Ling's sword moves are faster and more fierce than Zhao Hui's, and the killer in black is no match at all.

Murong Xun stroked his forehead and looked at it for half a time. I really don't understand who would ask such a inferior murderous spirit to assassinate the king of a famous country. In fact, although these killers are not super first-class, their martial arts skills are not bad, but Murong Xun has been used to sharp and high-level killers in the Fengying Building for a long time, so he is not so professional for these killers. She turned her head and looked at Murong Yao, who was pale beside her. Her eyes were dark and she didn't know what she was thinking.

Not long after, I saw all the people in black fall to the ground several times.

Zhao Ling looked relaxed, and the smile at the corners of his mouth did not disappear. He didn't see any embarrassment. He just looked down at the silver line unicorn pattern of the black clothes with a few drops of blood stains, and frowned his sword eyebrows unhappily. When he raised his eyes, his expression returned to his usual lightness. "These killers are not as good as one wave. I don't have enough hands and feet!"

Zhao Che was expressionless and looked coldly at the messy body. His eyes were dark, as if the calmer the lake, the bigger the whirlpool was often hidden.

"It's time to go back after playing enough!" Zhao Che said lightly.

"This time, Chang'an Yinling should be unlucky!" Shangguan Zixuan said softly.

Murong Xun was about to answer when he saw a killer in black on the ground suddenly jump up, and the cold sword blade stabbed straight towards Zhao Che's chest, and he didn't feel tightly grasping the corner of his clothes. And this time, Zhao Ling has taken the lead in stepping in front of Zhao Che.

Just as soon as the sword front of the black killer touched the clothes on Zhao Ling's chest, his whole body was stiff, and the sword head could not move forward any further. Suddenly, his face was full of anger. Suddenly, he vomited a mouthful of blood and fell to the ground in a daze. Zhao Ling, who had been in the rest of his life after the disaster, stroked his chest, but there was no panic. It seemed that the distress just now was common for him. He looked up, looked gratefully at Murong Yao, who had just helped him, and said loudly, "Can the brother upstairs come down for a talk?"

And Zhao Che's face was also a little happy. Hearing Zhao Ling's words, he also looked up, swept over Shangguan Zixuan, stayed slightly on Murong Xun's body, and then turned his eyes to Murong Yao, who was upright and elegant.

Murong Yao was not in a hurry and walked downstairs steadily. He stayed slightly in front of the body of the man in black who fell in front of Zhao Ling. He bent down and picked up a fragrant bag embroidered with budding lotus flowers and took it in his hand to play. After looking at Zhao Ling and Zhao Che in front of him, he knelt down and said humbly: " Murong Yao, a grass-man, has met His Majesty and the King of Qin!"

"Murong?" Zhao Che looked at Murong Yao, and his tightly squeezed thin lips opened a smile, "It's a talent!"

Zhao Ling took a meaningful look at Murong Xun, who stood shoulder to shoulder with Shangguan, and then looked at Murong Yao, "Are you from Murong's family? The Murong family has always been Shangwen. I didn't expect to have such an outstanding person like you. What's your official position?

Murong Yao smiled faintly and met Zhao Ling's inquiring eyes without fear, "There will always be an exception! And the people did not serve in the court!"

"It's a pity to have such a hand!" Zhao Ling looked at Zhao Che with a smile, "Did the third brother let such people be buried? It's not like the style of the third brother who has always been eager for virtuous!"

Zhao Che did not answer immediately, but looked at Zhao Ling diagonally from the corners of his eyes. "According to me, it's the King of Qin who is reluctant to give up such a talent as Murong!"

At this moment, Shangguan Zixuan also looked bitterly and went downstairs with Murong Xun to pay a visit.

Zhao Che made the two of them level with no expression on his face. At this moment, Murong Xun was only a few steps away from Zhao Che, and he could almost hear his breathing. He could smell the faint smell of dragon fragrance from his body and the unsedated anger rolling in his dark eyes.

The sun was shining in May outside the house, and it was cut into several pieces. Very few of them were sprinkled on Murong's white gauze skirts, and the embroidered butterflies on the skirt were about to fly. Her expression was hidden in the light and shadow, and her eyes flashed slightly like thick ink.

The fists are getting tighter and tighter in the sleeves, and the nails are deeply immersed in the meat, and even the pain is so numb.

Suddenly, Zhao Che stretched out his hand and pushed Murong Xun, and at the same time, her right hand was pulled. The next moment, she steadily fell into a warm embrace, and a faint fragrance of orchids broke into the tip of her nose. Murong Xun frowned slightly and looked up. Zhao Ling held him in one hand and pointed horizontally with a sword in the other. The blade of the sword was cold white light, and he almost heard the sound of cutting through the air.