Jiuhuai

The air was humid, and the sky was still gloomy. He followed the path he came to inform and walked towards the other courtyard. After the two of them arrived at an inconspicuous house, the priest in black who was leading the way stopped in his tracks. His lonely and cold face looked on indifferently. Glancing at the other party, he turned sideways and pointed at the door with his dust whisk.

"The leader is waiting for you inside, remember what I told you?"

The Taoist asked in a cold voice, he nodded solemnly, and thanked him with cupped hands.After the other party left, he calmed down at the door, and then he opened the door calmly.

The room was filled with a strong rosewood fragrance, which gave him a headache for a while. He steadied his figure and walked to the overlapping ornate screen. The windows on all four sides were sealed, and the only light was the flickering lights on both sides of the screen.

"Sit down." A clear and steady male voice came from behind the curtain. He was a little surprised that the leader was so young, and quickly glanced at the chair beside him, making sure that there was no hidden weapon before carefully sitting on it.

"Did you and Sizhong meet the Sifang God White Tiger in the bamboo forest outside Xiqing City?"

"Yes, but he didn't fight with the two of us, but just drew a sword on my neck."

The person on the opposite side was silent for a long while before speaking slowly.

"You killed Tang Mingxiao?"

"Yes, I accidentally forgot the employer's request... Accidentally..." He lowered his eyes and pretended to be guilty halfway through the speech, but there was a low laugh from behind the screen. He slightly raised his eyes and looked over, and heard another sound A sigh of near nothingness.

"After the officials carried away the body on the second day, they found in the Tang Mansion a letter written by the Shaoqing of Dali Temple who had colluded with the rebellious minister King Jingning many years ago. He was originally King Jingning's retainer, former minister, and old friend."

The man spoke lightly to the end, and his tone gradually became more serious. Every word hit his heart, and he suddenly felt a chill in his heart. He quickly thought whether the leader knew something hidden, but the other party sighed softly.

"The employer offered a sky-high price to capture Tang Mingxiao alive, but you were killed cleanly."

"However, I heard some rumors outside, saying that King Jingning is actually still alive. After recuperating for a period of time, he is now convening the old department to plan to regain the throne. I don't know what to think about it?"

"That's impossible." He blurted out without hesitation.

"Oh? Why are you so sure?"

Lian Chengshi narrowed his eyes slightly, and opened his mouth calmly.

"Did you forget?"

Paused, and whispered in a teasing tone.

"But Jiuhuai drove King Jingning to a dead end step by step."

The leader probably didn't expect Lian Chengshi's words, the person behind the screen was silent for a moment, then compromised.

"It's me who shouldn't believe the rumours."

He closed the wooden door carefully, but there was already a fine layer of sweat on his forehead. He turned around silently, but saw the student not far away who seemed to have been waiting for a long time, and his eyes were as cold as if soaked in ice when he came out.

He walked over without saying a word, his face was gloomy, he suddenly felt at a loss, and was about to open his mouth to ask, but he hugged the person tightly.

"you!"

Shengyu was about to push away, but he heard the other party whisper in a low and hoarse voice, "Don't move, just hug."

"What's the matter...?" Sheng Yu asked hesitantly, the man seemed not to hear, he let go of his hands and lifted his feet, and walked away. Sheng Yu behind him was confused, and refused to say any more, just stood where he was He looked worriedly at the figure going away.

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