Chapter 77 Night Encounter

Throughout Xiaohou's life, it can be said to be a first-class legend.

From Mr. Yi Tushu, he worked hard to become a tyran for a while, hiding behind the scenes and almost subverted the State of Chen, which has a history of more than 400 years. It is not uncommon for the late success of big weapons in the world. Maybe like Xiao Hou, the late success of big weapons to the point of chaos, but it is one of the few. If it spreads out, it is enough to leave a name in history books and stink for thousands of years. It is also because of the late success of the big weapon that Xiao Hou chose to stand behind the scenes, a little less excitement, a lot more forbearance and the city government.

He just wants the State of Chen to collapse. He doesn't want to be a famous hero in the world. He can only laugh to the end if he is not publicized. Whether in the State of Chen in those years or today's Liu, he is extremely low-key and almost unnoticulous.

As the people in the pavilion said, Liujing is no longer the place he wants to stay. Even if there is An Bochen with high expectations, it is difficult to shake his intention. For example, Marquis Xiao is selfish, seeking people and seeking things for the country. In the final analysis, it is all for themselves. At present, the money left from the prince has arrived. There is no reason not to leave this land and wrong, and find a good place to be a rich man.

However, when the order arrow shot at his feet, no matter how unwilling he was, Xiao Hou could only take the money he had seized and return to the capital.

In a plot, he only lost to one person in his life, but he was completely defeated at his peak. From then on, he succed to that man's housekeeper and vowed not to betray him for the rest of his life.

It rained heavily, the wind swept the remnants of the leaves, and the old trees swayed.

"Xiao Hou, if you want to leave, I won't stop you."

The man's voice always had a smile, which fell in Xiao Hou's ears, which was no different from the top of five thunderbolts. The next moment, Xiao Hou trembled his shoulders and knelt down. His forehead slammed heavily on the dirty bluestone board, but he did not say anything.

The strong men who pushed the carriage in the wind and rain all stopped their work and looked at the old gentleman who was worshipping in the empty ancient pavilion, with a strange face.

......

Walking through Zhuque Street and the old Tang ancient road, An Bochen came to Wangjun Lake.

Even on a rainy night, the business of painting a bune is as good as ever, and the actor sings gently.

Looking left and right, he didn't see Mr. Li appear for a long time. An Bochen was slightly anxious, but suddenly thought that the letter only said that it was in Wangjun Lake, and there was no specific location. With such a huge Wangjun Lake and hundreds of paintings, it's not easy to find Mr. Li.

With a wry smile, An Bochen sighed softly. At this moment, the silver light passed, a small arrow shot at his feet, and the letter from the end of the arrow trembled.

People came and went around, and the dark fragrance flowed under the oil-paper umbrella, and the amorous feelings were charming. The arrow shot unconsciously, but no one noticed it.

Looking around, An Bochen did not find the archer. He bent down, carefully took out the letter, opened it, and saw three words written on it - Ye Laixiang.

"Night Fragrance..."

Taking a deep breath, An Bochen muttered, put away the letter, and strode to the shore.

In the four years in Liujing, An Bochen followed Mr. Li to watch the play. At night, he went to the most at night. At that time, An Bochen had been wondering whether Mr. Li liked Miss Yinghong, but after four years, Mr. Li had taken care of Miss Yinghong in every way, but he had never brought her back to Moyun Tower.

After searching for a moment, An Bochen finally found the Yelaixiang in an inconspicuous corner in the west.

Far away from the lively painting community, the boat about 20 feet long lay quietly on the river. The candlelight was dim, and there was a slender figure shaking in it, faintly. His heartbeat accelerated, and An Bochen suddenly stopped three or four steps away from the painting.

At this moment, he suddenly hesitated.

After walking into the painting house and seeing Mr. Li, what should I say...

Wandering on the shore of the lake, An Bochen was in a complicated mood. Occasionally, pedestrians passed by and cast strange eyes.

That's all. After all, what should come can't be avoided.

After calming down, An Bochen no longer hesitated. He put away the oil-paper umbrella, jumped on the painting trench, and opened the curtain.

But when he saw the man in the boat, An Bochen was suddenly stunned, and his expression changed slightly in a blink of an eye.

"Is that you?"

Two people shouted at the same time.

The night rain opened the door curtain, the candlelight swayed, and the atmosphere in the cabin gradually became condensed.

It was not Mr. Li sitting in the painting, but a woman in plain clothes wearing a veil, with her towering chest up and down, and her red lips exposed outside the veil bent inward, with a look of gritting teeth.

An Bochen never thought that it was Princess Lizhu who led him to see him, and Lizhu obviously did not expect that the person who would come would be An Bochen.

The rain hit the lake, and the ripples fluctuated. The last time was also in this place of Wangjun Lake, An Bochen and Simajin broke through the incessularity between Lizhu and Wang Xiner, and also looked at the beautiful and white body of the princess of Liu.

In silence, the two stared straight at each other without saying anything.

After a long time, Princess Lizhu finally came to her senses, suddenly got up and shouted angrily, "Little thief, you are looking for death..."

The fingerprints had just been pinched out in half, and the oil-paper umbrella had pierced her throat.

In the face of this extremely mysterious princess of Liu, An Bochen did not dare to be careless at all. Thinking of the ambush demon she summoned that day, An Bochen subconsciously regarded the umbrella as an innocent gun and suddenly stabbed it out to stop Princess Lizhu's Taoism.

"Are you pretending to be injured?"

looking at An Bochen up and down, Princess Lizhu said in surprise. The umbrella wind raised the veil, and a trace of consternation floated on the national but cold face, which dissipated in a blink of an eye.

"An Bochen, how dare you be disrespectful to me? Do you want to copy the family and destroy the nine clans?"

The sound of the glass beads gradually became calm, but it fell into An Bochen's ears, but it set off a ripple in the bottom of his heart. An Bochen was forced to be helpless, so he had to commit the following. If he didn't control the glass beads, when she cast the magic, An Bochen would only die.

However, at this moment, An Bochen's understanding of Simajin's previous words was a little deeper.

The cultivation of Lizhu is obviously much higher than that of An Bochen. It has a refined channel method and ambush demon to defend herself. However, if it is close at hand, even if An Bochen only has the cultivation of fire, he can subdue her with just an oily paper umbrella.

This is the difference between Taoism and Taoism. One is far and one is near. If it is reversed, even if the cultivation is much higher, it will not help.

In the face of Princess Lizhu's questioning, An Bochen couldn't get off the tiger.

If you stop, Lizhu is full of energy, and I'm afraid that in a blink of an eye, it will release the demon and swallow An Bochen into his stomach. But if you keep pointing to the glass beads and offend the princess of Liu, you can imagine the future of An Bochen.

Originally, I came here to meet the prince's appointment, but I saw the glass beads... Is it possible that Lizhu, like the Duke of Huo, is also an ally of the prince?

Thinking of this, An Bochen felt a little at ease and shifted the tip of the umbrella, but did not put it down.

"That day, inadvertently... What an offense. I hope your Highness will forgive me.

An Bochen's tone slowed down and he wanted to make a round. Unexpectedly, when the voice fell, he was stopped by the glass beads.

What a grumpy princess, not as gentle and generous as rumored.

An Bochen was helpless and slandered. He was thinking about how to end the matter now, but he listened to the woman opposite.

"Are you here to see that person too?"

"Exact" An Bochen knew that the "person" in the mouth of Lizhu referred to Mr. Li.

"You pretend that the meridians were destroyed, which was also his instructions?"

An Bochen was stunned, hesitated, and did not speak immediately.

Seeing that An Bochen had not answered for a long time, Princess Lizhu still didn't understand. Under the veil, a sneer floated: "Interesting, interesting. It turns out that there are things in the world that he didn't expect."

With that, Princess Lizhu no longer paid attention to An Bochen. She sat down elegantly, picked up the wine cup, drank it all, and blushed on her bare cheeks.

"You sit down, too."

Hearing this, An Bochen scratched his head and was confused, but he didn't want to make the terrible princess angry anymore. He sat down cross-legged and grabbed the handle of the umbrella with his right hand.

There are only two of them in the cabin. Lizhu is drinking wine, with a beautiful posture, a concave and convex figure, with the charm of a mature woman. If it were someone else, the beauty would be on the side, but An Bochen was only confused in his heart.

When Fang saw herself, Princess Lizhu was furious and looked like a sea of hatred. She knew that her pretending injury was not in the original arrangement of Mr. Li, but she seemed to be a different person, drinking wine, as if she had completely forgotten that she had been looked at by herself.

She came to Ye Laixiang, which must have been ordered by Mr. Li. Judging from the situation in front of her, the princess of Liu should also be in the layout of Mr. Li... Wait, according to the previous thinking, if you don't meet your boss Ma Jin, you will be captured by Wang Xiner if you get Jiu Chenjun, but Wang Xiner is under the fence of Princess Lizhu, and Princess Lizhu is a person from Li's son... In this way, it is equivalent to another circle. Jiu Chenjun fell back into the hands of the prince again. He was the prince's close servant. Princess Lizhu should not sit back and watch Wang Xiner kill her... That is to say, the prince doesn't want me to die!

Thinking of this, An Bochen was slightly happy, but he frowned in a blink of an eye.

A month ago, the ferocious and bloody night floated in front of me. So many people were killed, with handlebars, guards, and two other servants... Only he and Li Xiaoguan escaped this disaster. Perhaps the prince really expected that he would escape, but those people, who were usually extremely loyal to Mr. Li, died tragically on the spot and ignored Mr. Li at all.

I'm afraid that such a cold-blooded and ruthless Li Gongzi is not much better even if he treats himself differently.

The image of Mr. Li became blurred again. An Bochen thought hard, and the heart knot that was about to be untied was twisted into a ball.

Maybe she will know.

Looking at the silent princess beside him, An Bochen said in his heart.

After thinking about it, An Bochen sat upright and arched to Princess Lizhu.

"Your Highness, I have a few doubts in my heart. I don't know if Your Highness can..."

Before An Bochen finished speaking, he was interrupted by Princess Lizhu.

"Do you want to know the purpose of Mr. Li, or the authenticity of the fairy's secret book, or how your son treats you?"