Chapter 13 Middle-aged Man

And the direction of the sword is a middle-aged man standing, a cloth coat. Isn't it the storyteller just now? There was a sneer at the corners of his mouth, and the folding fan in his hand unfolded slowly. His voice was completely different from when he was just talking about the book. He was far younger and more enchanting than his appearance. "Today's harvest is really a lot. I have seen Daxiang's handsome man all over!"

Although he is not masked, he wears a flawless human skin mask.

As he spoke, he saw the folding fan in his hand fly out. A row of sharp iron needles appeared on the edge of the fan, roaring in front of everyone. Suddenly, iron needles flew out and scattered in all directions.

Zhao Ling hugged Murong Xun and turned half a circle to protect her behind her, and cut off two iron needles with his sword at the same time.

I don't think this person has the intention that the iron needle will hurt anyone. The folding fan returned to his hand. He held the handle of the fan and looked at Zhao Che with cold eyes coldly. "My respected Emperor Daxiang, we will see you again. At that time, maybe you will be my... prisoner!"

"Presumptuous!" Zhao Ling shouted angrily, "Shameless rats, they don't even dare to show their true face, and they dare to talk nonsense here!"

"Do you think I'm Daxiang because you want to come and leave as soon as you want?" Zhao Che said slowly, with irresistible domineering and majesty in his voice.

The middle-aged man couldn't help squinting at Zhao Che, stroking his palms and laughing, "Interesting and interesting!" As he spoke, he suddenly heard a few loud noises. Several iron claws fell from the top of the roof with iron claws, and several people in black quickly slid down the chain in front of the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man was escorted back by two men in black, while the rest of the men in black entangled several people.

A strong evil spirit appeared on the person in black on the opposite side, and even looking at the mottled sunlight seemed to be gloomy. His well-trained and well-trained people in black were significantly different from the group of people in black forward.

The man in black has a clear goal, and the recruitment is all aimed at Zhao Che.

Murong Yao pulled Murong Xun to Shangguan Zixuan's side and said to him, "Take care of my sister!" After saying that, his toes moved, he turned up a long sword on the ground, and joined the battle with Zhao Hui and Zhao Ling.

Murong Xun stared at every move on the field. These people in black were really fierce. Even a few swordsmanship masters could not get the upper hand, and the war situation was deadlocked for a while.

The man in black has obviously received excellent training, attracting people to the point, and the cooperation is seamless. One person made a false move, which made Zhao Che lean back, and at the same time, another man in black attacked Zhao Che. And everything was like a replay. Zhao Ling quickly picked off the blade in one person's hand, threw out the long sword, and firmly inserted into the man in black who was ready to stab Zhao Che. The difference is that Zhao Ling, who had no weapons and moves and showed flaws, was stabbed from the back by a man.

The long sword pierced his back and came out of his chest, and drops of blood from the tip of the sword fell to the ground.

"Your Highness!"

"Seventh brother!" Zhao Che shouted loudly, kicked over the man in black in the way in front of him, rushed to Zhao Ling, and hugged his slowly sliding body.

At this time, a group of soldiers broke into the White Crane Tower like a sky.

The man in black did not have the mood of falling in love at all. At the moment when the soldiers broke in, they left one after another. At this time, Chang'an Yinling, dressed in a reddish-brown official robe, wiped the sweat on his head and hurriedly ran in. When he saw the seriously injured King of Qin in the room, who was as pale as snow, and the emperor with a dark expression and blue veins on his forehead, he suddenly sat on the ground with soft feet and collapsed on the ground for a long time before he realized, "See Your Majesty, If it's too late to save me, I deserve to die!"

Zhao Che took a sharp look at Yin Ling, and his tone was cold to the limit, "You really deserve to die!"

Zhao Ling was wearing a black shirt today. The color of the large piece of cloth on his chest gradually darken, and his face turned pale.

Shangguan Zixuan immediately stepped forward, clicked Zhao Ling's several big acupuncture points, and said to Zhao Che with a serious expression, "The injury is too fierce. It should be cured quickly!"

Zhao Che's expression is still cold, "No matter what price it costs, I want you to cure the King of Qin!"

"I will do my best!"

After that, Zhao Ling was hurriedly sent away. A bodyguard was checking the identity of the fallen man in black, and the scene was once chaotic.

"I'm shocked. I'll take you back!" Murong Yao said faintly. The corners of his mouth were bent, which seemed that he was in a good mood, and his low eyes also moved faintly.

"Look at you, I thought you instructed today's assassin!" Murong Xun straightened his clothes and put a trace of drooping hair around his cheeks.

"I don't have the ability to meet the emperor and prince who will be privately visited here today!"

"The little sister is here to congratulate the eldest brother who is about to be calm!" Murong Xun raised his skirt, stepped over the threshold, and turned back to Murong Yao.

"It's too early to say this. Everything will be based on the safety of the King of Qin!" Murong Yao still maintained a slight bend at the corners of his mouth. "Don't you want to know who sent the assassin?"

Murong Xun stopped, looked sideways at Murong Yao, and looked into his eyes fixedly. He has thick black eyebrows, white skin, white teeth with a faint color, and a faint smile at the corners of his mouth, which is very charming. If it hadn't been for the status of a concubine, Murong Xun believed that this man, who was still an excellent man, would definitely shine brightly and make the whole Daxiang pay attention to his attention.

"King of Qin... Although this move is dangerous, it is a trick!" Murong Yao shook the fan and smiled. His smile was hidden behind the fan, revealing a pair of eyes narrowed slightly, like a fox.

Hearing the words, Murong Xun also sneered on his lips.

Shangguan Zixuan just came back in the middle of the night. He came back tired with the bleak moonlight. When he saw the girl under the begonia tree, he was stunned. The bright moonlight sprinkled through the girl's white clothes, which seemed to be covered with a layer of gauze. The girl leaned against the trunk of the tree, holding a wine bottle with a white porcelain blue background in one hand, and holding it in the other hand. A matching wine glass, drink alone for the month.

For Murong Xun, today's events still made her have a certain motivation. Zhao Che, and the appearance in her memory have not changed at all. She thought that she hated sharply, but she was still defeated in front of him, but those who tortured her like ghosts day and night kept reminding her that this A man is your enemy, an unconjured enemy.

Zhao Che, if I'm in hell, you can come to hell to accompany me!

Pick up the wine glass and drink it all, and the spicy and mellow bitterness on the tip of the tongue are entangled.

"Why haven't you slept yet?" Shangguan Zixuan stepped forward and said.

"How's the King of Qin?" Murong Xun gave him a faint look. Her skin is snow-white, her lips are pale, and her eyes are black and shiny under the moonlight, but there is a smell of dust.

"Although because of too much blood loss and the location of the wound is extremely **, the king of Qin is a martial artist. He has a good foundation, but his life is no longer in danger, but he is still unconscious until now, but it is also a matter of the past few days."

"Oh!" Murong Xun answered faintly and turned back to the room. It's inexplicable to leave Shangguan alone. Can't you understand that she didn't go to bed so late just to ask such a question?

The next day. The sunny weather for a period of time suddenly became a little gloomy, like a late woman's face, depressing and dull. It was not until he came out of Shangguan Zixuan's yard and walked alone on the street for a while that Murong Xun was sure that all the people of the King of Qin had been evacuated, but he didn't know why.

The bustling market is full of red dust, and the voices are boiling. Murong Xun doesn't know when he began to grow his habit. If he is walking in the street market, he likes to observe the expression of everyone who passes by.

About the number of good wishes and frustrated people in life only account for a few, and most of the time they are ordinary, so most people's expressions are expressionless.

However, a girl caught her attention. The woman was only fifteen or sixteen years old. She was wearing dirty and shabby gray men's clothes and wide clothes, but she couldn't hide her exquisite figure. Her face was probably deliberately smeared, and she couldn't see the original appearance, but her eyes were very watery and bright, with a faint blue color. From the inside, it could be seen that she was beyond her age. The calmness and fierceness.

Next to her lay against the wall was an old man who was seriously ill with a white beard. The man was probably her grandfather, only looking at the girl bowing her head and saying something to the old man, revealing a circle of white skin on the back of her neck. That kind of whiteness is obviously different from the whiteness of women in the Central Plains. Isn't this girl a sergeant?

Murong Xun looked at it quietly. However, a person hurriedly walked past the girl. Although his movements were fast, they all fell into her eyes. The pedestrian just stuffed a note and gave it to the girl.

The girl looked around and saw that no one paid attention to her. After lowering her head and talking to the old man, she got up and left.

Murong Xun followed the girl into an alley. A middle-aged man appeared at the end of the alley. At the moment he looked at the middle-aged man, Murong Xun was stunned. Wasn't this man the one who appeared in the yard of Shangguan Zixuan yesterday morning?

The middle-aged man bowed his head and talked to the girl, making intimate movements from time to time. Although the girl didn't say anything, judging from her frowning, she was very disgusted with the man's movements. After explaining, the man finally left. It was obvious that the girl seemed to take a breath, and his tight back was relaxed.

The cunning eyes looked around again, and the girl just left.

Murong Xun squatted on the house beside him and looked calmly at the direction the girl left. He wondered who the girl was and what was the identity of this middle-aged man.

At this time, I suddenly felt a high-temperature hot hot air. The next moment, Murong Xun fell into a hot embrace, "Fant... It's so fragrant!" A low, dream-like hoarse voice sounded from behind.

Murong Xun was shocked, elbowed, got up, jumped aside, and shouted angrily, "Who is it!"

Looking ahead, I saw a seventeen or 18-year-old teenager, half leaning on the tile eaves, his right hand constantly rubbing his chest that was hurt by Murong Xun, and his left hand supporting his body. He lowered his head and muttered inaudible audiblely.