Bamboo Raw Huaian

The soldiers he brought were about to hit the door heavily, Zhou Fan copied his hands and gradually retreated behind the personal guards.

He has an eyeliner in the Huai'an Prince's Mansion, so he knows exactly how many people Yan Luo has on hand now.Therefore, he knew that as long as the other party started to capture the thief, the guards in the palace would be empty.

It is a felony to search the prince's mansion privately without the order of the sage.

The premise is that he still has to be the prince.

When he went in and searched for the evidence of "collaboration with the enemy", such a big charge was placed on his head, no matter how much the palace man wanted to protect him, it would be difficult to stop Youyou's mouth, so he could only reluctantly break this arm.

Of course King Huai'an will leave the city.

The personal guards of Huai'an Prince's Mansion are all elites, so it's natural that a fake Yanren can't hide it.

Unfortunately, it was the genuine Beiyan spy who had been lurking in Daliang for three years.

Zhou Fan pressed his jaw, and gradually revealed a smug smile.

No matter how shrewd he is, King Huai'an would never have imagined that at the beginning of this year, when he was arrogantly trying to wipe out the old clan faction in one fell swoop, the Zhou family had already formed a private alliance with Beiyan.

Beiyan wanted the border counties, and the Zhou family wanted Yan Luo's life.

Without King Huai'an, the newly enthroned sage would no longer be able to carry out the New Deal.At that time, the top and bottom of Daliang were all in the hands of his Zhou clan.

At that time, if Beiyan wants counties and counties again, it will depend on his Zhou family's interest.

As for the so-called "evidence of collusion with the enemy", of course the Huai'an Palace does not have it.So he was kind enough to help save a copy.

If some traces can't be hidden cleanly, then simply don't hide them and just give them to others.

Given the time now, King Huai'an has already gone far as planned.

Things are pretty much guaranteed.

Seeing that the heavy wood was in place in front of him, Zhou Fan felt complacent, raised his eyebrows and almost hummed a little song.

Thousands of stones of wood were lifted up and rushed straight to the gate of the palace.

"squeak"

At the moment when the heavy wood was about to collide with each other, the gate of the Wangfu suddenly opened from the inside out.

She is a little girl of fifteen or sixteen years old.

The little girl opened the door, turned her head and went in again without looking outside.

Following her figure to look inside, the palace was empty, not even a single guard, only the intermittent chirping of cicadas could be heard in the quiet setting sun.

Zhou Fan's smile froze on his face.

He has placed eyeliners, large and small, in the palace for more than ten years, and he thinks he has a thorough understanding of whether it is the master or the servant in the Huai'an palace.

According to his understanding of the gang of dog slaves in the palace, even if the master is gone, those gangs who are not afraid of death will definitely hold out and resist stubbornly, and they will never give up so soon.

Unless—the living Yan Luo never left the city at all, and he is waiting inside to catch him right now.

Thinking of this, Zhou Fan shuddered suddenly.

If that person was in the mansion, not to mention that his "evidence of collaborating with the enemy" could not be "searched", just the fact that he led troops to trespass into the palace would be enough for him to enter Dali Temple and drink a pot.

After thinking about it, no, how could there be a lie if the cronies saw the living Yan Luo leading people out of the city on horseback before going back and forth earlier.

Zhou Fan frowned and raised his hand to order to enter the mansion.Suddenly a thought popped into my mind again.

Was it really King Huai'an himself who went out to the palace at noon?Why did the guard come back?Did anyone say they saw the face of the leader?

He raised his hand and put it down again, staring fixedly at the open mansion door, as if he wanted to stare at a hole in the obstructing screen wall.

Just when he was hesitating, there was a rustling sound from the palace.

When I looked up, I saw a person walking slowly out of the Dafu gate.

The visitor has phoenix eyes and red lips, and his skin is as thick as fat. Even though he is a little thin, he still has a good appearance.Wearing a light shirt, although he didn't deliberately twist when he walked, his waist swayed slightly naturally, with a natural style.

He is said to be a son of a family, but he looks too handsome; he is said to be a servant of a servant, but he is not half slavish.

The man went out of the mansion, stood still and looked outside.

Then, as if he didn't see the soldiers surrounding the palace, facing the shadow of swords and swords, he walked down the stone steps step by step and walked towards Zhou Fan.

When he approached, Zhou Fan smelled a vague fragrance lingering faintly. After careful identification, it was sandalwood specially for the prince.

He was startled, secretly evaluating the identity of this person.

The man walked up to him slowly, lowered his phoenix eyes, and saluted obediently.After getting up, she still understood the rules without raising her eyes, her red lips parted slightly, and said softly: "Master Zhou is well."

It was thirteen.

……

When Zhou Fan dispatched his troops an hour ago, Huai'an Palace received the news.

Chu Yue went out of the city together with the prince. Now there are only a dozen guards left in the palace. The leader is Zheng Liu. He has just heard the report from the people below. At this time, people are gathering to discuss countermeasures.

Anwen and the others were in a hurry, when they saw the news, they immediately pulled Shisan over.

I only heard Zheng Liudao: "The prince who was surnamed Zhou brought troops here just after he led people out of the city. He obviously has a plan. Today, the gate of the palace cannot let him step in no matter what."

He paused, looked around at the only dozen or so guards in the mansion, and said loudly: "Now the palace is in trouble, and we, as personal guards, shall fight with all our strength! But if there is still a breath left, the man surnamed Zhou will never want to step into the palace. step!"

"Here!"

All the guards responded in unison, their faces full of determination.

Anwen watched the guards scatter around to prepare their swords, and breathed out lightly, as if he was relieved.

After Zheng Liu arranged for the defense in the mansion, he turned around and punched them: "Please go back to your house for a while."

A group of little girls nodded obediently, turned and went to the side room.

Thirteen was dragged to the house by Anwen, his face remained unchanged, but his heart was at war with heaven and man.

He knew very well that since Zhou Fan had brought troops here at this time, he must have known that the palace was empty and had made every possible preparation.With these dozen or so people alone, it may be difficult to guard the prince until he returns to the mansion.

Once Zhou Fan stepped into the palace, no matter what he planned, the reform faction would definitely suffer heavy losses.

But what does this have to do with him.

He is just a little singer, and he has tried his best for the rest of his life to protect himself.

If you get involved in the struggle for power among the big shots, it's hard to guarantee that you won't end up with no bones left.Even if he was absolutely sure, he would not dare to get involved in it lightly, not to mention the current situation, he was not more than [-]% sure of the plan in his mind.

If he doesn't do this, even if King Huai'an is defeated, he can find another master with this face; if he does this, if he wins, he will definitely become a thorn in the side of the elders, and if he loses, he will be a corpse I can't find them all.

Low eyebrows are pleasing to the eyes, and they are trying to survive.

It's not like this for the rest of my life.

Thinking of this, Thirteen smiled sarcastically in his heart, quickened a few steps to catch up with Anwen, and was about to enter the house.

Suddenly, I thought of the prince.

I think of the man who keeps the lights on for several days and repeatedly improves the tax system, just for the safety of the people; warm eyes.

At that time, my blood was surging, and the song "Drunkenness" was nothing more than that, and I swore that I couldn't see "the man who held the salary for everyone died alone in the wind and snow".

Thirteen's hand resting on the door of the side room suddenly lost all strength, and stopped abruptly.

Anwen next to him saw him stop, as if he knew what he was about to do, he desperately tugged at his sleeve, and said in a hurry: "Don't be stupid! Get in the house!"

He patted Anwen's hand lightly, signaling her to be at ease, then turned around, met Zheng Liu's gaze, and said word by word, "Thirteen has an idea, maybe he can keep this palace for a longer time."

"Brother Zheng, does he believe me?"

Very abruptly, he asked this question.

Zheng Liu stared at him for a moment, nodded slowly, and said, "If His Highness believes it, I will believe it."

"it is good."

"Then I will trouble Brother Zheng to inform the people in the palace. From now on, it is forbidden to walk or speak. Those who violate this order will be dealt with in detail."

……

In front of the gate of the palace, the thirteen phoenix eyes drooped, the red lips parted slightly, and said softly: "Lord Zhou is well. Your Highness has not come back from the city on business. If you are busy, why don't you go back to the mansion for now, and send someone to invite you when His Highness comes back?" .”

Zhou Fan squinted his eyes, thinking about the truth of his words.

His line of business is obviously not good, if King Huai'an is really not in the palace, how can this slave speak out so defenselessly?

Moreover, this little servant walked very steadily in the few steps he came out of the mansion, and now he was surrounded by his personal guards with knives, and he didn't panic at all. If there was no one behind him to support him, how could he have such a city at such a young age?

Zhou Fan's heart suddenly turned cold, and he didn't give up. He tried to say: "I have been waiting in front of your mansion for so long, but I am not even allowed to enter the door. Is this how your mansion treats guests?"

After all, with a heartbeat, he lifted his foot and was about to move forward.

Thirteen took a few steps back slightly, standing in front of him.

Zhou Fan raised his eyebrows sharply.

Does the little servant have a guilty conscience?

Just listen to Shisan Dao: "Come here uninvited, I am afraid that someone with a heart will get a handle on it and speak out against you in the future."

He still lowered his eyes, making it difficult for people to see his expression clearly, but his voice was steady, and he never showed any sign of fear from the beginning to the end.

Zhou Fan then hesitated again and remained silent.

He didn't speak, and Shisan didn't make a sound, and waited obediently in front of him, calmly counting the time in his heart, his palms hidden in his sleeves were already soaked with sweat.

The two sides faced each other in silence until the sun went down completely.

As soon as the guards around Zhou Fan lit the torches, a spy from the Zhou family came back from the south of the city and whispered a message in his ear.

Thirteen's hands that were hidden in his sleeves were clenched suddenly. The news sent at this time probably confirmed that the prince was rushing back from outside the city.

He quietly retreated to the stone steps of the palace.

Half of the troops in the capital are facing the risk of trespassing on the palace.

He knew that no matter what Zhou Fan wanted to do, this was his last chance.

People who are driven to a dead end are often desperate.

Sure enough, Zhou Fan's pupils shrank suddenly after hearing the news, and he looked up in an instant, a pair of blood red eyes frantically looking for Thirteen.

He saw that servant had already retreated to the gate of the mansion, surrounded by the soldiers he brought, thin and well-behaved, as if a gust of wind could blow him down.

But it's this person who has delayed him for so long by treating him like a fool!

Zhou Fan was so angry that he rushed a few steps to Shisan, raised his hand and slapped his face, and roared, "Get out!"

Thirteen obediently received a slap, but did not obediently move away. Instead, he slowly raised his head, and for the first time, Fengyan looked at the furious person in front of him unabashedly.

The red lips curled up slightly, and a sly smile gradually appeared: "It's so dark, Mr. Zhou is sure that His Highness is really not in the mansion?"

If the prince is in the mansion, there is no need for him to say that.

He knew it, and Zhou Fan naturally understood it too.

So the purpose of these words is not the prince, but to divert Zhou Fan's goal from breaking into the palace to himself.

The prince will be back soon, he just needs to hold on a little longer.

Thirteen smiled provocatively like a fox, he is really beautiful, such a weird elf smile, so bright that people can't take their eyes off it.

It's just that only he himself knows that the cold sweat behind him has already broken out layer after layer.

However, how could Zhou Fan be fooled by him that day.

He has been repeatedly lied to by him with such a reason for nearly two hours, and now that he is brought up again, how can he not be furious, and immediately draws out his sword, waving his hand to chop off this annoying dog slave.

A cold light flashed, and hot blood gushed out.