The little Fubao in the deserted village made all the dignitaries in the court go crazy with envy

The city of Buliu is as bustling as before.

Merchants from all over the country came in an endless stream.

But once you leave Bululu City and head deeper towards Lanshui, you can begin to feel the tension in the air.

It sounds like the sound of a crane crying out in the wind, a storm is about to come.

At the end of February, the convoy arrived at the small town of Lanshui Waimuge.

Torrential rain.

The caravan could only stay in the inn in the town to rest for a while and then continue its journey after the rain stopped.

There are not many residents in the town.

Maybe because of the rain, there were few tourists and almost no pedestrians on the street.

The lights in every house were turned off early. In this rainy night, the town fell into darkness too early, which seemed a bit weird.

Even the inn was quiet.

Only a lantern was on in the lobby on the first floor. The light was dim and yellow. A shop assistant was sitting behind the counter, dozing off with his chin propped up.

Suddenly, a gust of wind flashed through the lobby.

Then there was a thud sound.

Afterwards, similar noises became dense and blended into the heavy wind and rain outside.

The shop assistant was startled awake, and when he saw the lobby was full of arrows, he crouched under the counter and never dared to show his head again.

The sounds of weapons clashing, of fighting... were all drowned out by the rapid sound of rain.

No residents of the town were awakened.

Only the shop assistant who was closest to the counter huddled under the counter, shivering and complaining in pain.

When the shopkeeper comes tomorrow to calculate the losses, we still don’t know who will be charged.

He was afraid it was all over.

The fighting was going on on the second floor.

The air was filled with the smell of rain mixed with drugs.

There were many men in black lying on the ground in the wooden corridor.

Mo Yi was guarding the innermost room in the corridor, holding the sword in both hands, with an indifferent expression.

"This is the seventh assassination attempt since we left Buliu City and entered Lanshui. You came here knowing the danger. If the Queen was here, she would twist your ears."

Yan Changqing smiled and pretended to be thankful, "Fortunately, my mother is not here."

"Don't take it lightly, the greatest danger is nearby."

Hearing this, Yan Changqing remained silent and turned his head to look at the other end of the corridor.

Over there are the bedrooms of the two guides.

They should have been separated in Bulicheng.

It was Yan Changqing who invited them to travel together on the grounds that he had not yet found his second brother.

"Ten years is a long time. How can someone remain unchanged? Even if he has changed, it is understandable, isn't it, Uncle Mo Yi?"

Mo Yi wanted to say no, he has never changed.

But I can't say it, at least, his age has changed.

Finally he sighed silently and said nothing.

Yan Changqing withdrew his gaze, lowered his eyes and listened quietly to the sound of rain, with a slightly dazed look in his eyes.

He searched for his second younger brother for ten years.

How could I not recognize him?

Even though he had grown older and his appearance and temperament had changed, he still recognized him at a glance.

The painter cannot draw the vivid appearance of the long locust tree because the emotion is not vivid enough.

There are also my second brother’s words.

In the East Palace study, piled on the desk were all the articles his second brother had written when he was young, which he had read countless times.

The strokes should be powerful when put down and the tip of the pen should be restrained when ending.

The second brother deliberately changed his handwriting in front of him, but the habit he had developed from writing for a long time could not be changed.

On the other side.

Yan Changhuai tracked the man in black to an abandoned house at the end of the alley on the west side of the town.

The raindrops are as small as beans.

The man stood under the eaves, took off his cloak and turned around.

After recognizing the other person's face, Yan Changhuai was not surprised and stood three feet away from the man without moving.

"King, you have been willful by suddenly leaving the capital. If I hadn't suppressed all the ministers, there would have been a big mess in Lanshui during this period."

"I didn't expect you to go find Yan Changqing and travel with him! You didn't kill him with such a good opportunity, but you were indecisive and procrastinated! King, have you forgotten that you are old enemies?"

"His mother killed your mother! And you were thrown out of the palace by your good father, the emperor, and thrown away like a worn-out shoe!"

"Have you forgotten all this? Are you going to go back and be a filial son to Hong Jing? And be a friendly and respectful brother to Yan Changqing?"

"You disappoint me so much!"

Yan Changhuai stood outside the corridor, his whole body soaked by the rain.

The rain flowed down from the top of the head, slid across the cheeks, and dripped from the chin.

The late spring rain outside the territory brings a shivering chill when it penetrates the skin.

It was a dark night, and the little light coming through the street couldn't illuminate this small space.

It also made Shen Hou unable to see the face of the young man opposite him, nor could he read his expression.

Shen Hou buttoned his cloak again, and finally gave the young man a cold look, "I have been with you for ten years, giving you advice. I thought you would always live up to your ambitions. I looked forward to following you to conquer the world, but I didn't expect that I would fail here in the end. King, are you really willing to accept this? That's all I have to say. You should think about it carefully."

The assassination at the inn came to an end.

After leaving the town, Shen Hou went into an inconspicuous wooden house at the entrance of the town.

Several Eagle Tribe warriors were waiting in the room. When they saw him coming back, they immediately stood up and said, "Priest, this assassination failed again. Wang Hun got to Yan Changqing's side. Do you have any instructions?"

Shen Hou did not answer. He took off his wet cloak and threw it aside, his face gloomy. "That old dog, Emperor Hong Jing, really loves Yan Changqing. He has arranged all the experts around him. All seven attempts ended in failure! We don't have much time. We must kill Yan Changqing as soon as possible! As for the king... let's not talk about it."

"What does this mean, priest?"

"You have fought with the king for several years. I understand your loyalty to him, but if you knew his true identity, would you still be willing to continue to serve him?"

Several generals looked solemn, waiting for what was to come.

"Our king is the second prince of the Da Rui royal family! The master you all want to follow is from the Central Plains!"

Taking in the shocked faces of the people in front of him, Shen Hou curled his lips coldly, "The king and I have different opinions. He attacked the tribes in the outer domains in order to build a backing for Da Rui outside the domain and gather a powerful ally. My goal is to compete for the Central Plains! Flatten Da Rui! Let our people live in high walls and towers! There is a saying that people with different ideals cannot work together. Do you want to follow the king and become a running dog of the Central Plains, or follow me to realize my ambitions and show the blood of my warriors in the outer domain? I will give you one night, and it will not be later!"

Soon, a response came from the cabin, "We are willing to follow the priest to conquer the world! Defeat Dari!"

"Hehehehe..."

The monkey laughs heartily.

The people he chose to be around him tonight were all the generals he had worked hard to win over over the years, and none of them were loyal to Yan Changhuai.

If you can use it, you are a brave warrior.

If you cannot be used, you will be abandoned by him.

He, the Monkey, will never make wedding dresses for others!

As for those people in the royal capital who refused to listen and insisted on following Yan Changhuai, don't blame him for being cruel!

……

"Strange, really a bit strange..."

The Da Rui convoy continued to go towards Lanshui Capital. Xu Gou's brows were frowning more and more along the way, and he couldn't help but run to his master to whisper.

"Master, things started to go wrong after we came out of Mu Ge. Hai Zhu hasn't sent any signals for almost ten days... What happened when you chased him out that night?"