Chapter 1 The beginning of a good show

The prince is dead.

In the dark secret room, there were only unattended teenagers and a row of candles on the edge of the window, burning. A night moth flew in from nowhere, fluttering its wings and skimming through the candlelight, as if it was attracted by the firelight. I couldn't help but want to pick up the little warmth under the autumn night. After a blink of an eye, with a hiss, the night moth was swallowed up by the firelight. An Bochen shivered and hurriedly turned to the wall.

Singing the poems on the wall, An Bochen was sweating and his heart was pounding.

This seven unique poem is the ancient seven unique. It is free in shape and is not bound by other rhythms except for the ending rhyme. It is also because of this that he has no way to start.

He didn't know what those people outside wanted to find out from this poem. He only knew that what was written with blood on the wall was the pen left by the prince before his death, which was related to the so-called secret of the State of Liu, the weather of the world, and naturally related to his life.

"Ninety-nine pavilions are fan of smoke and dust, and thousands of buildings are left behind. I hope you can calm down and think about each other, and you will know the concubine's heart in the coming year.

After reading it again, An Bochen's mouth was bitter and muttered in a low voice.

"In the words on the stage, the prince is talented and can make a beautiful article. The martial arts can flatten the world, and the literary can help the emperor... Why did you write such a song before you died... A poem that is bullshit. No rhyme, no rhythm, no disease, no moaning, just like the little lady's complaints.

His voice trembled a little, and he was locked in a secret room with only a trace of moonlight and a faint candle. The blood left by the daytime massacre was even more ferocious under the moonlight. Any thirteen or fourteen teenager would panic. What's more, there are more than a hundred big men wearing bronze fang masks outside the secret room, holding long knives in their hands, and the blood of the confused young man's guards is still stuck on the knife.

For the prince who has been following him for nearly four years, An Bochen is not too loyal, not only him, but also the other young servants.

It is no wonder that they are not slaves raised by the family since childhood. Most of them come from the villages around Liu, and their parents are not like tenants. Rich families want their children to become dragons, so that they can send their children to the college with a little money. However, these hard-working people who bring the whole family to work for others have been busy all year round, and the money they get is only barely enough to make a living. How can they spare money for their children to study, unless they "borrow"?

The State of Liu is located in the southeast of the Daqi Dynasty, across the river and facing the sea, with access to commerce and commerce. It has been a rich place since ancient times.

Rich and common people are accompanied by romance, ancient common sense, the outstanding spirits of the people of Liu, the romantic affairs of princes and generals are all in history books, and new things are also emerging one after another, just like this "borrowing son". In the middle of the country, even rich families with a little background raised slaves and servants from generation to generation. Although the slaves were clever, they could use them for a long time and lost their freshness, so the children of the family turned their eyes to the tenants. Although the tenants are poor and lowly, at least they are free. Their children are innocent, and there is no domestic slave. It is a special mood for the sons of the family to use them as slaves.

Most tenants are eager to lend their children to those nobles as servants. They can not only get enough money and food for a year, but also find a way out for their children. Staying next to the children of those rich families and have the opportunity to study with literacy. It's better to face the loess day after year after year. After suffering for most of my life, I can't walk out of two or three mu of field. I'm a little lucky. Maybe I can still be liked by those old men, and from then on.

In fact, there are very few children of tenants who can get lucky and have a good background, and more of them gradually lose their freshness after being played by the children of the family for a while. Those who were deceived into the house as writers' slaves were lucky, and there were many people who were tortured in all kinds of ways and abandoned their bodies in the wilderness after being humiliated and committed suicide.

There are many romantic people in the country of Liu. They look at fireworks in the pavilions and look for beautiful women. It seems that the atmosphere of the prosperous brocade scrolls falls inexhaustible ink spots due to the hunger and corpses outside the wilderness.

But there was a man, from north to bottom, a thin donkey in cloth, stepped on the winter snow seven years ago and came to Liu. He was not a good son. He was better than a good son. He gently turned his clothes and left a lot of money on the bustling brocade scroll.

Mr. Bu Yili, seven years of crown Dongliu, bronze horse with gold and silver, and sings farewell to the emperor.

The actors in the troupe are tactful, singing, and the cross shows the legend left by the prince in seven years.

But the legend will eventually come to an end, but no one, including An Bochen and other close servants, didn't expect that this day would come so fast that they would be caught off guard. When the prince took them out to watch the play, his voice and smile were still in front of him. Looking back, in addition to forcing them to swallow elixir and refine medicine and set strange rules, he also treated them very well. Unlike other families who often beat and scold their close servants, they would not reduce their clothes and eat less...

The halo of the candlelight stung his eyes, and the cold wind blew and shook the flames from side to side. An Bochen was excited, suppressed his wild thoughts, and stared at the Qijue in a daze.

The prince was cut off his head by the evil woman in front of them. He died completely on the spot. At this time, he thought about what's the use of him. At present, the most important thing is to solve the mystery and save the lives of himself and the other three servants.

"Ninety-nine pavilions are fan of smoke and dust, and thousands of buildings are left behind. I hope you will miss each other slowly. In the coming year, you will know the concubine's heart... Prince, prince, if you have a spirit in heaven, show up and tell Bochen that Bochen can save his life and burn two columns of incense for your old man in the future.

The teenager raised his eyebrows and muttered to himself. His appearance was not handsome, and he was extremely ordinary. As a servant specially designed for the prince to hold ink, he may have inadvertently been stained with a little book smell, which made him look indifferent. However, he was anxious at this time and his eyes were straight. If he was seen, he would definitely feel that the teenager was a little stupid.

At this moment, a cold wind hit An Bochen from behind, and he was sweating heavily. At this time, when he was blown by the wind, he felt even colder, just like what the old people said.

"Father!"

The teenager was overjoyed and suddenly turned his head. Naturally, it was not the smiling young man who did not see, but the woman wearing a veil and a graceful figure.

It was also she who held a five-foot sword and cursed, and cut off the prince and his legend in the autumn night of the seven years of Kaiping in the State of Liu.

In an instant, my heart went from great joy to great sadness, but it was not something that a teenager who was born and had only been in the prosperous capital for four years could bear. His knees were soft, and An Bochen sat on the ground, his face was as white as paper, and he gasped heavily.

Her eyes fell on An Bochen. After patrolling for a long time, the woman sighed and shook her head.

"The man said before he died that the secrets we were looking for were all hidden in these seven masterpieces. People are about to die and their words are also kind. Is it possible that he still wants to play tricks on us before he dies?

"Xin'er is really simple-hearted. Li Gongzi was still keeping her mouth shut before he was alive. Now that she is dead, she naturally wants that secret to be grounded with him. How can she tell us the truth? What's more, these servants are all ignorant. Even if the secret is really hidden in the poem, how can they find it?

A slightly hoarse voice came. An Bochen looked up and walked into the secret room. He was an old man in his fifties, wearing a gray robe, with thin eyes and thin lips, and a few haze between his eyebrows. He walked to the woman with a smile on the corners of his mouth. Suddenly, he stretched out his hand and pinched the woman's plump buttocks and blocked the semi-open iron door with his back. Obviously, he didn't want the guards outside to see it.

An Bochen was shocked, but to his surprise, the young woman was not angry. A touch of pink glow flew on her cheeks outside the veil, and then pushed the old man away and spat softly.

"Liu Shi, the situation is urgent tonight. It's not as usual. Don't tease Xin'er anymore. Alas, if we really can't find the secret, kill Mr. Li, and be detected by the people of Liu, our trip to Liu will come to an end.

With that, the woman known as Xin'er looked at An Bochen intentionally or unintentionally, and her eyes flashed.

"If you are a teacher here, how can you be noticed by those fools in the State of Liu?"

With a faint smile, the old man pulled out the blood-stained sword from his waist and handed it to the woman.

"Xin'er killed Mr. Li before, and finally broke the killing. Why don't you vent happily tonight, kill the four servants, and then erase the poems on the wall. In this way, who will know that Mr. Li died at our hands.

When the words fell, An Baichen, who was paralyzed on the ground, trembled. He looked at the woman who was hesitant but still took the sword in horror. He opened his mouth and seemed to want to say something, but his throat was dry. Even if there were a thousand words, he could not say a word at this time.

"Liu Shi, do you really want to kill him?"

Looking at An Bochen, the unbearable color flashed in the beautiful eyes hidden behind the veil. The woman's timid first half step was at a loss, and she was not as decisive as when she killed Li Gongzi before.

"Of course, I killed all the three outside. This matter is related to the success or failure of the Liu Kingdom, and there is no loss. In the future, if you encounter today's situation, you should kill decisively. Don't hesitate.

"The teacher's teaching of Xin'er will definitely be remembered in mind."

Taking a deep breath, the woman restrained her hesitation and stared at the panicked An Bochen. She stood pretty, and her hand fell to the hilt of the sword.

looked at the concave and convex back of the female disciple, the old man stroked his beard and nod his head, and there was a touch of greed in his eyes. If it hadn't been for the decline of the Wang family, how could he be qualified to teach the family as the deputy capital of the imperial forest, let alone pick this charming and delicious flower.

Thinking that tonight was another upside-down and indulgent spring night, the old man couldn't help squinting his eyes and smiling at the corners of his mouth.

The silver sword light rose from the palm of the woman's hand, and there was a word in her mouth. In a blink of an eye, the smile on the old man's cheek was stagnant and decadent. He looked at the woman who stabbed the sword into his heart with his backhand. The blood in his throat rolled, and he fell to the ground before he could speak.

She pulled out the sword neatly, and the woman turned around and looked at the old man's body. For a long time, she said with a blank face.

"Can it be decisive this time? Master, don't worry, I will tell the Lord of the country that you fought against the unfortunate death of Mr. Li, and Xin'er has also avenged you.

There was no emotion, no sadness, no disgust, and no complexity in the words. It fell into An Bochen's ears, but it made a deep chill in the heart of the dull teenager.

"Do you know why I wanted to kill him?"

Wiping the sword, the woman casually asked An Bochen.

"Because... Because the people of Wu will not know if they kill him here.

The difficult voice came from the teenager's mouth, but it made a trace of surprise flash in the eyes of the woman who was just bored to ask casually.

If an adult thinks about it for a long time, she will not be too surprised. However, the teenager in front of her looked only thirteen or fourteen years old, and she was full of panic. She still said what she was thinking in her heart for a moment. His words alone were enough to make many adults feel awkward.

After calming down in surprise, the woman looked at An Bochen carefully and suddenly laughed.

"I don't expect you, a little servant, to know that I'm from the State of Wu."

Compared with the other servants, An Bochen actually doesn't have much special, but two points are slightly better. One is his memory, but in the words of the prince, he is only slightly better than his peers. The other is An Bochen's meticulousness. Even in a critical moment and panic, he can often catch the clues that are often missed.

These two points may be related to what happened to him when he was a child, but they were greatly appreciated by the prince and gave him the name Bochen, which was the first half of poems from the poem "A prince, a father, a light dust in the future".

An Bochen has never been to the State of Wu, nor has he experienced fraud, but when he went on a boat to the lake with his son two years ago, he heard him mention that only the people of the State of Wu called their king the lord of the country. The son of the family is good at the play. He often takes his four children to the theater to make a lot of money. Although the opera is fake, it is all-encompassing and the world is full of emotions. Under the influence of the eyes, An Bochen also "understands" a little intrigue.

Hearing this, An Bochen's nervous mood eased a little, but the next sentence made him feel like falling into an ice cave.

"Since you are so smart, it is natural to know that your son will not leave the legendary fairy secrets to others, even after death. Therefore, as said in those bad operas, in any case, you can't live tonight.

With a sigh, a woman with a strange temperament from the Wu family thousands of miles away said.

Between Tufanglan, the fate of An Bochen has been judged.