The prince is very cruel

boom!

The inkstone flew out and hit an unknown corner.

A hand picked up the inkstone from the ground and said, "Tsk tsk, who is so lacking in public morality as to litter in the street?"

The nonchalant voice was neither loud nor soft, but it just happened to be heard by the carriage that was speeding past.

Zhao Yi, who was depressed and angry, exploded on the spot when he heard this.

"parking!"

"parking!"

"Hey!!"

The carriage braked suddenly in the rain, and several guards who were running behind it also stopped quickly.

"Who's talking?"

"who is it?"

Wow!

Zhao Yi pulled open the curtain, his gloomy face full of scars. He was severely beaten last night and his concubine was abducted. At this moment, he was a powder keg.

His eyes were wide open as he searched the street for the person who had spoken, but it was raining heavily and the street was empty, not even a ghost.

"Who?"

"who is it?"

"Get out!" he roared.

The accompanying guards also looked around carefully, trying to find someone.

But the next second, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!

Several sounds of breaking through the air were heard, so sharp that it was impossible to tell from which direction the stones came.

boom!

boom!

Zhao Yi's grooms and guards were all knocked down and fell to the ground unconscious, with no chance to fight back.

Zhao Yi was instantly terrified, his face changed drastically, and he staggered and almost fell off the carriage.

"Who?"

"Who attacked?"

"Get out here if you dare!" He started to panic. Why was this street so quiet?

Da da da……

There were waves of footsteps.

"Here, here." Guan Ning suddenly appeared in front of him, smiling, raised his head under the oil-paper umbrella, and appeared directly in front of Zhao Yi's carriage.

"It's you, Guan Ning!" Zhao Yi exclaimed.

"Yes, Lord Zhao, we haven't seen each other for some time." Guan Ning said with a smile. There were almost no people on the street in the heavy rain. It was just him and the carriage facing each other. The sky was full of mist and rain, and the scene was amazing.

Zhao Yi's face was grim and he was furious: "You little bastard, are you looking for death?"

"Do you know what a serious crime it is to attack an important official of the imperial court in the street?"

"Don't think that I won't dare touch you just because Xiao Changhe is backing you up!"

Guan Ning paid no attention to his threats and roars, and stepped forward calmly: "It seems that Lord Zhao didn't recognize me."

Zhao Yi was stunned for a moment, his official uniform was wet by the rain. He stared at Guan Ning, feeling that he looked familiar, but couldn't put his finger on it.

Until this time, Guan Ning was suddenly covered with a black veil. In an instant, Zhao Yi's pupils shrank, and the two people in his memory overlapped directly.

"you!"

"It's you!"

"You were the assassin last night!" he exclaimed, angry and shocked.

"Yes, it's me." Guan Ning was calm, holding an umbrella in one hand and weighing the inkstone in the other.

"You little bastard, you're looking for death! Even Xiao Changhe can't save you this time!" Zhao Yi shouted, waving his sleeves and pointing angrily, full of official authority.

Guan Ning raised the corner of his mouth: "It seems that Master Guan still doesn't understand the situation."

Wow!

Masters from Yipintang appeared one after another around him, and each of them locked their eyes on Zhao Yi with icy cold eyes.

When Zhao Yi saw this, his pupils changed. He could never have imagined that a sickly and short-lived ghost would dare to intercept his carriage.

"Just wait for me, little bastard!"

After he finished speaking, he jumped off the carriage and turned around to flee. His speed was as fast as lightning.

However, Guan Ning had no intention of taking action.

The next second, Zhao, who was running for his life, suddenly froze and actually fell back.

Boom!

At the same time, there was a loud thunder in the sky and lightning flashed across the earth, making Zhao Yi almost fall down.

On the other side of the long street, Lou Xinyue was seen wearing a conical hat, looking cold and radiant, holding a green sword in her hand, like a sword-wielding fairy walking out of a painting.

She blocked the way.

"You, you guys, what do you want to do?"

"I am a fourth-rank minister of the Ministry of Justice. What do you want to do?!" He roared and turned around, completely panicked.

Guan Ning approached with a smile: "Nothing, just something I hope Lord Zhao can cooperate with."

Zhao Yi looked as uncomfortable as if he had eaten a dead fly. When did Guan Ning dare to talk to him like that?

He was furious and yelled in the rain: "Little bastard, I'm warning you..."