Chapter 6: Escape from Jinling

On the day when Tianzi of Dazhou and hundreds of officials worshipped the Farm God, Murong Chong did not walk out of his yard. He practiced Taixu and free travel over and over again in the yard, especially the seven-style palm method was exquisite and profound, far above the tiger boxing boxing and the dragon boxing boxing. At this time, Murong Chong had understood some free artistic conception, and the seven-style palms were used. It's getting more and more skillful, but it's too late to exert its power.

Suddenly, the door broke open, and Liu Wei broke in with a panic: "Young master, there is news from the palace that the emperor was assassinated in the eastern suburbs, and the lieutenant's mansion was searching for suspicious people everywhere."

"Suspicious people, etc.? We have lived in Jinling for almost three years. How can we suspect us? Murong Chong was slightly shocked. Although it was strange who assassinated the emperor, it was none of his business and he didn't pay attention to it.

The anxiety on Liu Wei's face did not diminish: "I saw several injured guards in the palace. They were all blind, their faces were dark red, and their whole body was hot. This symptom was very similar to the unique poison of my Nanyan Hermit - Fire Scorpion San."

The hermit belongs to the King of Ning. It is a secret force secretly cultivated by Murong Chong's father, specializing in the collection and assassination. Murong Chong has also heard of it, and the fire scorpion powder is also the poison commonly used in the hermit. Although he has not been exposed to it, Liu Wei has seen the tragic situation after being caught by the fire scorpion powder. The fire poison attacks the heart, and there is no medicine to save it, but he does not die for a while. He can die for four or five days before he can cut off his breath.

Murong Chong's heart "clucked" in his heart. It's not really the dark guard guided by his father to assassinate the emperor. Three years ago, Nan Yan submitted to the Great Zhou Dynasty. There has always been the main battle and the main faction in China. However, his father has always been neutral and does not advocate a tough confrontation against the Great Zhou, but he is not weak and can be bullied. How could he send people to assassinate and anger the Great Zhou Dynasty? Does the main war faction have the upper hand? Nanyan wants to wrestle with this huge Zhou Dynasty?

"Young master, you'd better go out of the city to avoid it." Liu Wei advised.

Murong's heart turned sharply, but it was difficult to make a decision. If Nanyan really wanted to go to war and was in Jinling as a proton, he would definitely die. However, if a person used the name of Nanyan to blame Nanyan, if he fled, wouldn't he have confirmed the crime?

In Murong Chong's hesitation, Liu Wei said urgently, "The young master still needs to make a decision early. With the eyes and ears of the Zhou court, you can find out the way of this fire and scorpion in two days. If it's a moment late, the Jinling City will not go out."

Murong Chong clenched his teeth secretly. If he did not escape, once it was confirmed that the poison was indeed a fire scorpion, the courtiers of the Zhou Dynasty would never believe that this matter had nothing to do with Nanyan. I thought that no one would spend a lot of effort to save himself when he came to the Ning Palace. It seems that he could only wait to die and escape from Jinling or have a glimmer of life.

After thinking for a moment, Murong no longer hesitated. He looked at Liu Wei and said, "I'm a knife and I'm a fish. Why do you have to leave everything to fate? Let's leave Jinling City first. Uncle Liu, find a car."

It should not be too late. After Liu Wei left, Murong Chong immediately called Yingxiang and packed up his clothes. Before long, Liu Wei came back with a carriage.

Murong Chong and Yingxiang got into the car, and the carriage went straight to Qihua Gate in the north of Jinling City.

Qihuamen is the grain channel of Jinling City. Every year, a large amount of grain is transported from Taihu Water Township. It is autumn, and there are many merchants coming and going from Qihuamen. The courtyard rushed by Murong is in the north of the city, so it is planned to mix out of Jinling from Qihuamen.

The carriage came out of North Street, turned an alley, and arrived at Qihua Gate

When he was about to leave the city, he was stopped by a man. He was dressed in guard clothes. He was about 30 years old and was strong. The man put his hand on the horse's back, and the horse immediately stopped.

"Where is the little prince going?" The voice is deep and loud. Murong Chong must be the son of King Ning. Although he is a hostage, he is also a person of status. He is still called the little prince.

"Captain Ma!" Liu Wei was shocked. The person who came was Ma Jian, the imperial guard in the palace, who had just been promoted to captain and stationed at Qihua Gate. Although Liu Wei knew him, he was not familiar with him. At this time, he had to answer bravely:

"My young master is bored living in the city and goes out to relax."

"There is some chaos outside the city these two days. It's better not to walk around casually, little prince." Ma Jian said.

"Thank you for reminding me. I just walk away. I won't stay away." Murong Chong raised the curtain of the carriage and said, waved his hand, and motioned Liu Wei to continue to leave the city.

"The guest company just had an order to invite the little prince of Nanyan to come to the guest company." Ma Jianren is strong, but his mind turns quickly. He also heard of the assassination of Tianzi in the eastern suburbs. Because he was assassinated in the suburbs, the lieutenant's mansion did not have martial law in the whole city to search for assassins. But a few days ago, Murong Chong and his party just came back from Xishan. How could they go to Jinling again?

That's why he came forward to inquire, but it was not easy to prevent the three people from going out of the city without evidence. As soon as the inspiration moved, he casually borrowed the name of the classic guest company and wanted to leave a few people behind.

Sure enough, seeing that Liu Wei's face was a little unnatural, Ma Jian was even more suspicious, and he took the initiative to escort the three people to the company, called escort, which was actually surveillance.

Murong Chong had no choice but to turn the horse's head and go to the guest company with Ma Jian.

Dian Kesi, on Guangwu Street in the north of the city, is in charge of foreign affairs and ethnic affairs. Murong Chong's proton belongs to the country. Dian Kesi has the right to make house arrest or limited treatment. If it enters Dian Kesi, whether it is related to the assassination of the emperor or not, it will never be able to get out of Jinling City.

Qihuamen is about two hours' drive from Guangwu Street. Just as Murong Chong was secretly calculating, the carriage turned into an alley. The alley was secluded. Murong Chong looked at the back of the horse sword in front of him. He had made a decision in his heart and winked at Liu Wei. Suddenly, a short sword stabbed out and took the back of the horse sword. .

Ma Jian had been prepared for a long time. He laughed, jumped on his body, jumped off the horse's back, drew his knife in mid-air, and lifted it to the dagger: "Little prince, there is indeed a ghost. Stay."

The knife equipped with the imperial guard is as dark as ink, made of fine steel, refined with refined gold, and cut iron like mud. It is a top-grade treasure knife. The sword opens at a touch, and the black blade, which is known as cutting the wind and breaking the moon, is quietly broken into two sections.

Ma Jian was shocked. The other party's short sword was so sharp, but it must be a true level of cultivation. In the face of danger, the broken knife was cast, the palms were intertwined, and the big seal hand patted the bladeless ridge.

Murong Chong's short sword was given by his father when he was a child. The royal family's rare treasure, named Duan Yu, is very extraordinary. It is said that this sword still has some origin, but he has not practiced swordsmanship. He only used the advantage of the advantage of the short sword to cut off the opponent's blade. The other party abandoned the sword and hit the ridge of the sword. The true qi was several times higher than the quality of vitality, and suddenly broke the vitality on the sword. The air went down along the body of the sword and cracked the tiger's mouth. The dagger flew out of his hand. His arm was sore and numb that he could no longer lift it.

Liu Wei, who was beside him, also drew a knife in his hand and cut it at the horse sword. The horse's sword didn't hurt the enemy. The true anger turned around and filled the sleeves. The two sleeves were like iron plates, swinging Liu Wei's knife away, but did not pursue it.

"Little prince, don't waste your efforts. You two are just energetic. You can't make any big waves in Jinling City. Let's go to the lieutenant's mansion with me." At this time, Ma Jian has determined that Murong Chong and his party have ghosts. Whether it is related to the assassination case in the eastern suburbs or not, it must be sent to the classic company for verification. Maybe it is still a great achievement.

"Captain Ma is really powerful. I admire and admire," Murong Chong tried his best to keep calm, walked around at will, and secretly stepped out the free walking method he had just learned. Suddenly, his body turned sharply and circled to the side of Ma Jie, with one palm on the top, one palm on the bottom, erratic, and has used the seven-style wandering style of Xiaoyao.

It's so fast. Ma Jian's heart was shocked. What kind of palm is this? I can't see the coming of the palm. The other party's body is strange, and I don't dare to be careless. The big print hand pats horizontally, and the true air protects the whole body. First, it is invincible, and then it is to break the enemy. Liu Wei's knife behind him turned around and lifted it from the bottom up.

The front and back attack has blocked the retreat of the horse sword.

"Break!"

Ma Jian shouted loudly, and his body fell down. The true qi condensed. His palms were in front and back. With strong true qi, he abruptly repelled the two. When he was about to close his palms, his ribs hurt. When he looked down, a dagger had been pierced from his left waist, and the hilt was held in a woman's hand, which was Yingxiang.

Yingxiang did not practice martial arts. Ma Jie did not take her seriously, but he didn't expect that Yingxiang was born in the royal palace. Although he did not deliberately practice martial arts, she was not a woman who had no power to bind chickens, and she was also very bold. Seeing that the young master's situation was critical, he picked up the broken jade sword and took advantage of the chaos and stabbed into the horse sword. Under the ribs.

The broken jade sword cuts iron like mud, and the horse sword does not refine the protective spirit of the body. The blade of the sword pierces along the ribs of the horse sword and goes straight to the handle.

I didn't expect that if the boat cappped overturned in the gutter, I would die in a woman's hand. Ma Jian's eyes shrank, and his true qi began to dissipate. He staggered back under his feet, and his left palm patted down with hatred. Murong Chong was slapped away by the horse sword, and a mouthful of blood spewed out. Seeing that Yingxiang was in danger, he grabbed it desperately. He hugged Yingxiang and rolled to the ground. The palm wind hit the ground against Yingxiang's forehead, and the stone crumbs were flying.

Liu Wei grabbed it from behind, turned the big knife, and a blood line appeared on Ma Jian's neck, which fell softly to the ground.

After all, it was the first time to kill someone. Murong Chong resisted the rolling in his stomach and did not vomit. The Yingxiang in his arms had already fainted. Liu Wei was born in the army and was used to the dead. He dragged Ma Jian's body aside and found some sundries to cover it. Murong Chong also carried Yingxiang into the carriage and returned to Qihuamen. He casually found a reason and sneaked out of Jinling City.