Locked: God is the matchmaker, neither you nor I can escape

When Hua Murong and his party arrived at the city gate of the capital, the queue for entering the city was almost half a mile long, and most of them were horse-drawn carriages, so it took a lot of time to check them.

Some guards had already stepped forward to take a preliminary look at the situation and determined that most of them were students who were coming to Beijing to take part in the Spring Examination. By the time they checked, it was almost noon.

Hua Murong and his group were checking a lot of people, so it would take some time. Yan Zheng watched them almost finish the check before he took out the token and walked through the noble passage. There was no one there at the moment, so as soon as Yan Zheng went over, the check was over and he could enter the capital.

He did not leave in a hurry, but only left after confirming that Hua Murong and his group had successfully passed.

The soldier in charge of the inspection winked at his companion, who nodded and quietly left to tell someone.

Yan Zheng didn't care if anyone was following him or not. Following the agreement with Hua Murong, he walked towards the alley where the livestock were parked after entering the capital.

Before he walked into the alley, he stopped and looked back to confirm that the guards arranged by Hua Murong were following him closely. At the same time, he also found that there was another person following him.

It didn't take much thought to know that his stepmother must have bribed the soldiers guarding the city long ago, and as soon as he entered the city, someone would go to inform her people.

Yan Zheng and the guard made eye contact, and the guard gestured for him to continue. Yan Zheng then turned around and quickly entered the alley.

The man who was following found that Yan Zheng seemed to have noticed him and quickened his pace. He was afraid of being embarrassed, so he hurriedly chased after him. The guard did not follow Yan Zheng into the alley, but pretended to pass by from the entrance of the alley.

The man who was following walked a short distance and found Yan Zheng standing with his back to him not far away. It was obvious that there was a dead end in front of him.

The man took a few steps forward and said politely, "My Lord, since you are back in Beijing, why don't you go back to your mansion?"

Yan Zheng slowly turned around, his eyes were cold, and he smiled sarcastically: "Doesn't she wish that this prince could not go back?"

"You are joking, my Lord. Everyone in the capital knows that the princess has always loved you very much. You are really wronging her."

"Oh? I never said I was the princess you mentioned." The coldness in Yan Zheng's eyes turned into reality. If Xin Ye had not warned him not to do anything rash, otherwise the wound would burst, he would not have given him anesthesia and sewed up the wound.

Although his wound was sewn up by Xin Ye while he was unconscious and he didn't feel it, he knew what the word "sew" meant when he heard it. In addition, he had confirmed with his own eyes that the wound on his lower abdomen was indeed sewn up with some kind of thread.

It hurts just thinking about sewing up the skin and flesh with a needle!

Moreover, the wound was as long as a finger!

Well, he couldn’t think about it anymore. He couldn’t imagine that scene.

At this moment, the man who was mentally broken by his words did not notice that another man suddenly appeared behind him. With a knife, the man felt the pain and lost consciousness the next second.

The guard came to Yan Zheng's side, said "Excuse me", and was about to reach out to lift him up and use Qigong to leave the place, but Yan Zheng raised his hand to stop him: "Wait a minute."

He pointed at the unconscious man and asked, "Don't you kill him? If he reveals any information, will it cause unnecessary trouble?"

The guard said honestly: "That is another price." When he said this, he had a vague sense of pride. They in Huaman Pavilion did not kill everyone. The people who were killed were valuable.

Yan Zheng: ...I don’t understand what he is so proud of, but when it comes to money, he is extremely sensitive. Now he has to spend money frugally.

He stretched out his hand in front of the guard and said, "Can I lend you a dagger?"

"what do you want to do?"

Yan Zheng said confidently: "I don't have money to hire you to kill people, so I can only do it myself."

"You can go over and break his neck, or suffocate him to death." For someone who has no power to resist, there are many ways to do it!

Yan Zheng caught his disdain from his fleeting eyes, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but twitch: "I am injured, and your uncle repeatedly told me not to break the wound. Am I not following the doctor's orders?

You can't let me give your son-in-law the impression of a disobedient patient. It is extremely stupid to offend the doctor."

The guards deeply agreed with his last sentence. After all, anyone who offended their eldest daughter would be treated badly.

Yan Zheng waved his hand, and for the first time, a gentle and kind smile appeared on his face: "Big brother guard, can you lend me your dagger? I promise to clean it for you and return it to you."

The guards understood that he was going to disrupt the other party's decision. After thinking about it, they felt that making him disappear would do them more good than harm.

He handed the dagger to Yan Zheng. He watched Yan Zheng pull out the dagger while walking, and then wiped the other person's neck cleanly and neatly. It was obvious that he had done a lot of it.

The man never thought that he would be killed unconsciously by the prince he despised.

Yan Zheng took out a handkerchief from his arms, wiped the dagger carefully, then returned it to the guard and thanked him sincerely.

The guard accepted his gratitude generously. They were people of the martial arts world who would never bow down to the royal family. He only accepted the mission to bring the person back to the palace safely, but he was not the other party's subordinate.

In view of his good attitude, the guard decided to fly him slowly later and be careful not to break his wound.

Before leaving, the guards had one last thing to do - drop a few drops of corpse-dissolving water on the body. This was one of Hua Man Pavilion's methods of not leaving any evidence for the government.

The body hasn’t been found yet, can you say they killed someone?

The disappearance of this man made Yan Zheng's whereabouts in Beijing even more mysterious, and the people in Prince Wei's mansion had no clues to find even when they wanted to look for him.

A corpse, weighing more than 100 kilograms, completely disappeared from the world in just a dozen breaths.

Yan Zheng was shocked when he saw the scene in front of him. It turned out that Hua Manlou was not so powerful and mysterious in lies.

"Brother Guard, what is this?"

"It's a secret. I can't tell you." The guard didn't give him a chance to say more. He carried the man on his back and took him away quickly using Qinggong.

Yan Zheng shut up obediently. It was not that he did not want to talk, but the other party's Qinggong was amazing and the speed was too fast. He could not open his mouth or eyes.

When he came to his senses, he had already arrived at his destination - the front yard of a three-courtyard mansion. The point was, he had no idea where this mansion was located in the capital.

The two of them left for a long time. After receiving the news, they sent people over. They finally came here based on the clues, but found nothing. Even their informant was nowhere to be found.

After a long search for three days, which could not be done openly, they finally had to face the reality: the prince was lost, and the person responsible for following him was also missing.