Chapter 342 Attitude of the Zhao Brothers

"Squeak!"

The wooden door opened a crack, and the slightly cool evening wind came in. Xiao Muchun leaned out and looked out. Under the thick dark curtain, there stood a man in a gray robe.

Without walking towards the yard, he handed over a black package in his hand directly through the crack of the door. "Take these things. It says you need them."

His voice is sharp and his face is white and needless. When he holds the package, he raised his orchid finger with his left hand, and the identity of the other party is about to come out.

He took the package and watched the disguised eunuch disappear at the end of the alley. Xiao Muchun thought to himself, was it possible that he was the person the instructor was waiting for?

His hand touched the package, but he couldn't feel what was in it. Xiao Muchun didn't want to think much about it. He hurried into the room with Cui Ping.

The oil lamp lit up, dispersed the black of the room, and put the package in front of Yang Yanzhao. Xiao Muchun whispered to him what had just happened.

"Intor, how do you know someone will come to us?"

After Xiao Muchun finished speaking, Cui Ping asked doubtfully. This matter had been in his heart for a day, and now he has finally found an opportunity.

"If you want the horse to run, how can it not be worthy of a good saddle? He is eager to get rid of the Li family, and naturally he has to do something."

With that, Yang Yanzhao motioned to open the package. Cui Ping, who was in a hurry, rushed forward and skillfully untied the knot. In a moment, the things in the package appeared one by one.

Short crossbows, daggers, human skin masks, a few small porcelain bottles, and a few ingots of about one hundred and ten taels of silver.

Seeing these things, Xiao Muchun and Cui Ping looked at each other in contempt. It was just a matter of getting these things. The emperor of the Song Dynasty was too shabby.

If you don't send these, it's okay. Now looking at the objects in front of them, Xiao Muchun and the two suddenly feel angry. They only give such things when they go to danger and work hard. Thinking of the injustice Yang Yanzhao, they immediately gritted their steel teeth and clenched their fists.

"This is just an attitude. There is no need to pay attention to it, and these things are still needed, especially silver. We don't have much on us."

Yang Yanzhao's hand fiddled with the package. The short crossbow and dagger were made of first-class fine iron, shining with a faint cold light and breaking the ordinary armor. It was thought that there was no problem.

He took a porcelain bottle, opened the stopper, put it under his nose and smelled it. It smelled a little dark, but Yang Yanzhao understood that this was a poison that saw blood and sealed his throat.

After touching for a long time, Yang Yanzhao raised the corners of his mouth slightly with a small smile. Seeing this scene, Xiao Muchun and Cui Ping hurriedly looked at his hand.

Sliff is a small column-shaped white brocade between the fingers, wrapped with black silk thread on the outside. Although it is small, it is more eye-catching than something like a dagger.

In a few breaths, Yang Yanzhao opened the brocade, but later his face became solemn. It took him a long time to sigh, and his eyes were a little unbearable.

In this way, Xiao Muchun and Cui Ping were anxious. They leaned their heads forward and looked at what was written on the brocade.

There are only a few words written in it, but when they saw these words, their faces couldn't help but change greatly.

"Li won't leave any of them."

This is the word written on the brocade. The short six words are powerful and full of murderous spirit. It seems to condense into several cold and sparkling swords, jumping out of the brocade to take people's lives.

"Oh..."

After a long time, Yang Yanzhao sighed and put the brocade in his hand on the light. In an instant, the flames sprung up and emitted a pungent smell.

Looking at the brocade slowly turning into ashes in his hand, Yang Yanzhao muttered, "If you can come back alive, how many innocent people will die this time?"

Although the voice was low, Xiao Muchun and Cui Ping also heard it clearly, and the two upright men also looked helpless, and then lowered their heads and said nothing.

"Brother Xiao, pack up your things. Let's go."

Hearing this sentence, Xiao Muchun was stunned. It was getting late. When he went out this time, the gate had been closed. Naturally, he could not get out of the city.

Perhaps seeing his puzzlement, Yang Yanzhao threw a small piece of brocade left in his hand on the lamp and said, "Since you have waited for the person to wait, you can't stay here any longer, otherwise there will be trouble finding it."

Bianliang City is really big, but this is only for ordinary people, and those powerful people can know it when the wind blows, not to mention that there are forces that are intertwined, extremely frighten Buddhist sects and Confucianism.

He went to the palace. Maybe the news had already leaked out. It won't be long before his identity was known by these people, so this small courtyard was not safe.

At least, at present, Yang Yanzhao has to follow Zhao Guangyi's calculations and can't expose his whereabouts.

The three of them rushed all the way. There were not many things they carried with them, so they quickly packed up and carried the package. Cui Ping took the lead in stretching out his head to look outside the door. Seeing that there was no one around, he was about to lift his feet and walk out, but suddenly he remembered something.

It seems that he doesn't know where to go.

"Inapor, where are we going now?"

Cui Ping turned around and asked in a low voice. Yang Yanzhao behind him pondered for a moment and said, "Go to the north of the city. It's messy and easy to hide."

Later, a clear sound was heard. The wooden door of the small courtyard was closed, and the three figures disappeared in the darkness, quickly galloping towards the north of the city.

After they left, a carriage drove out of the inn. The car was very ordinary, and the ordinary double-wheeled car. The man in blue was driving his eyes were down. He seemed to have forgotten that he was driving. His body swayed gently with the carriage. Every time he almost fell off the carriage, he miraculously sat firmly. Shape.

In the car, there are several night-night pearls hanging. The quiet and bright light will make the less spacious carriage transparent. A wisp of white fog rises, but the tea on the stove is boiling.

"The master is right. This tea has to be a small clay stove to cook the nose-watering aroma."

With a low sigh, Zhao Tingmei closed her eyes and seemed to enjoy the increasingly mellow aroma. This time, he wore a white prickly-rimmed robe and a small crown with gold and jade jewelry on his head. He looked elegant and virtuous, but he was elegant and luxurious, which made people dare not offended.

"Amitabha, prince, you have spent a lot of money tonight. In this way, the poor monk will go back first."

The voice is very plain, plain to a little cold. The powerful prince of the Song Dynasty is ordinary in his eyes, just like that grass and tree, without any transcendence.

Zhao Tingmei did not feel angry about this arrogant and even rude attitude, just because he was wearing a jacket and nine scars on his head, but he was a household name in Bianliang City. He was a Buddhist monk and a Zen master in Xiangguo Temple.

"The master is tired. Why don't you wait for a moment to see Yang Jing?"

The peaceful young face showed an unusual smile, and then lowered his head and said a Buddha's name, "Amitabha Buddha is just a common man. Without Buddha's fate, the poor monk naturally has no idea of meeting each other."

After saying that, a gust of wind rose out of thin air in the car. Zhao Tingmei only felt a flower in front of her eyes, and then fixed her eyes. Wu did not know where to go. The hanging linen curtain swayed gently, and she could faintly hear the faint sound of chanting Buddhist scriptures in the distance.

"People are too self-righteous, and it's not a good thing!"

Zhao Tingmei took off the teapot that was constantly risking white air, took down a cup from the table in front of him, slowly poured it down, and then whispered, "Go find Yang Jing."

I don't know when the man in blue who drove the car sat up straight. His eyes were dull. His hands holding the reins were white, and there were big beads of sweat on his forehead. Hearing this, he came to his senses and wiped his face with his sleeves while driving the carriage to move forward in the dark.

When Zhao Tingmei leisurely drank half of the tea in the pot, the man in blue who parked his car in front of an alley in the north of Bianliang City suddenly bowed his head and said, "Your Majesty, they are coming."

As soon as the voice fell, I saw three figures coming from the alley, which was so fast that it was unmatched by ordinary people.

Naturally, there are three people, Yang Yanzhao.

Perhaps he saw the carriage blocking the entrance of the alley. Xiao Muchun, who was leading the way in front, slowed down. Yang Yanzhao, who was a little behind him, immediately turned down and wanted to go back.

"Yang Jing, why did you leave when you saw me? It's a pity that I've been waiting here for a long time and I'm thinking about parting with you."

A slightly laughing voice sounded, and he was a little familiar, which made Yang Yanzhao stop and turn his head. However, he saw a person in the carriage. It turned out to be Zhao Tingmei, who had not seen each other for some days.

Suddenly, he was very surprised. Although Yang Yanzhao had expected to expose his whereabouts, he didn't expect that Zhao Tingmei would come.

The other party is light and simple, and I think he came to look for him on a special basis.

In this situation, it was also difficult for Yang Yanzhao to continue to leave regardless. He whispered a few words to Xiao Muchun and Cui Ping and walked towards the carriage.

He leaned down and whispered, "I've seen the prince."

"Ha ha, it's still as polite as before. We haven't seen each other for a long time. Come on, get in the car and chat with me."

He boarded the carriage. At Zhao Tingmei's request, Yang Yanzhao sat down and sat down in the previous position. After he sat down, the carriage slowly walked up and headed for a remote place.

In place, Cui Ping, who looked up at the disappearing carriage, couldn't help frowning, "Brother Xiao, do you think the instructor will be in danger?"

With a straight face, it is obvious that Xiao Muchun is also extremely worried. After all, the charges on Yang Yanzhao have not been washed away, and he is still a traitor that everyone hates.

What is dramatic is that this betrayal traitors of the imperial court for glory and wealth have been summoned by the two most noble brothers in the Song Dynasty. Both of them should have asked him, but the former is a king, and even if it is an order that cannot be resisted. As for the latter's means, Xiao Muchun is really I can't guess.

"Don't worry, the instructor can come out of the capital, and he will be afraid of these two people. We'd better go to the gate and wait for the instructor to meet there."

He withdrew his eyes and wrapped his back tightly. Xiao Muchun continued to move forward. Cui Ping behind him nodded with approval and quickly followed.