After the failed assassination of the powerful minister

Shuo Wang thought that Cen Xian was the deputy prime minister and the commander of Jin Yiwei, so the luxury of the mansion should be staggering.

When he entered Cen Xian's mansion with his excellent lightness kungfu, he was really speechless after seeing the scene inside the mansion...

Cen Xian's mansion is not luxurious, it is surprisingly simple and monotonous. The courtyard with plain bricks and white tiles is decorated with some carefully tended flowers and plants, which is not a literati taste.Those flowers and plants are not considered expensive, and there are even a few crops of wild chrysanthemums that have been moved from nowhere.

There was no one in the mansion, except for a dozen servants, and a gray-haired steward who was over sixty years old.

Shuo Wang rubbed his chin with blue stubble, and felt that Cen Xian seemed to be a little different from the rumored Commander of Jinyiwei.

He walked around the mansion, and finally the cat was in a corner facing the main entrance. The habit of robbing houses for several years made him not like to knock on the door and go in. He either squatted on the roof or climbed in through the window, as if Will walk through the door well.

Shuo Wang held a piece of dead grass in the corner of his mouth, bored, he used the sun to guess what time it was, whether Cen Xian should go down.

There was a creaking sound at the main gate of the mansion in the distance, Shuo Wang raised his head in response, and saw the old steward coming in facing Cen Xian.

Cen Xian was wearing a cloak, Shuo Wang took a closer look, his face was blank, and the grass in his mouth fell on his feet.

On this cloak, a dragon is tattooed with gold thread!

It was a dark line, illuminated by the weak sunlight in late autumn, looming, dazzling Shuwang's eyes.

Shuo Wang looked at the cloak, and thought about the rumors about Cen Xian before, his eyes widened like copper bells.He thought bitterly, today is only 13 years old!Still an idiot!How dare Cen Xian!

Just as he was thinking, Shuo Wang suddenly felt another sharp gaze falling on him, his eyes moved, and he met the source of the gaze in an instant.

Cen Xian was looking up at him slightly, his hands were moving continuously, and he was taking off the cloak and handing it to the old steward.

The golden sunshine also seemed to favor beauties, lingering and lingering on Cen Xian's body with a layer of gilt.

Cen Xian was looking at Shuo Wang, and silently mouthed, "Come down."

Shuowang stood up, leaped down from the beam, and landed firmly on the ground with a vigorous posture like a swallow.

Cen Xian retracted his half-stretched hand without a trace.

When the old steward saw a person falling from the sky out of nowhere, his face turned pale with fright, and he almost called someone.Xiao Liu stretched out his hand to stop him, "Guan Ji, this is the master's guest."

Guanshi Ji blew his beard and looked at Shuo Wang vigilantly. After making sure that Shuo Wang did not make any further moves, he took the cloak and retreated.

Cen Xian nodded and smiled at Shuowang, "Let's go."

Shuo Wang followed Cen Xian towards the depths of the courtyard.Along the way, the trees were withered and the grass was yellow, but the wild chrysanthemums were growing vigorously.

Walking around to the small courtyard where Cen Xian lived, Cen Xian opened the door, led him to the table and sat down.

There is a charcoal fire that has been lit early in the room, the color is scarlet, and the whole room is warmed up.

Shuo Wang thought it was too hot, so he took off his coat, and Cen Xianbing's cold voice sounded next to his ears: "This time, I will go with you."

Shuo Wang felt a cold air creeping up his spine following the sound, and instantly felt that the heat was gone, and he even wanted to put the coat back on.

What the hell is this man up to, Shuo Wang thought, he won't be plotting against him, right?

He poured himself a cup of tea, suppressed his shock, "Why does the commander have such a good mood, why doesn't he go to court to accompany me to rob people?"

Facing his questioning, Cen Xian didn't say anything, he just touched the teacup, and seeing that the tea was getting colder, he gave Xiao Liu a few words.

Xiao Liu brought up the small red clay stove and quietly brewed tea beside him.

Shuo Wang raised his eyebrows, and suddenly felt that the commander's words and actions seemed to treat him unusually.

But when he thought about the cloak embroidered with dragons again, he suddenly realized that this person might just be greedy for his body.

Shuo Wang is still very self-conscious about his god-like handsome face.

Cen Xian didn't know how to arrange himself in his mind, his eyes fell on Shuo Wang calmly, and he replied slowly, "I'm not at ease."

Shuo Wang snorted lightly: "The commander is afraid that I will fail to rob people, so why let me go there?"

"If it's too much, it's better to let Jin Yiwei go and rob people."

Cen Xian avoided answering, ordered some cold tea with Su Se's fingertips, and wrote the word "Jiangnan" on the nanmu table.

"After you kidnap Miss Ye, I want you to send her to the south of the Yangtze River with me," Cen Xian said in a low voice, "I remember that the gate of death is also in the south of the Yangtze River."

Shuo Wang's face twitched, "I originally wanted me to be a groom...you can just say it straight, and I won't refuse."

The corners of Cen Xian's eyes and brows were stained with smiles.

"However," Shuo Wang knocked on the table, "Aren't you going to court?"

Cen Xian said, "I'm taking leave."

Shuo Wang thinks about it too, this excuse is not wrong, Cen Xian's body does not look very neat.

Compared with his wheat-colored skin that was exposed to the sun from running all over the world, Cen Xian was too pale, as if he hadn't seen the sun for a long time, and fell down when the wind blew.

Like a medicine jar.

But Shuo Wang didn't forget that he had suffered under the hands of this medicine jar, and he was more cautious when facing Cen Xian than when facing others.

Cen Xian on the other end got up, Xiao Liu put out the fire of the small red clay stove, and took out a gray cloak from nowhere, with a circle of white fluff on it, and covered Cen Xian.

From the corner of my eyes, I glanced at the sunlight outside. Although the weather in late autumn was cold, it was far from the time to wear such a cloak.

This commander is too squeamish...

Cen Xian's indistinguishable face was nestled in the white fox fur, and he said gently to Shuo Wang, "Come with me to the dungeon and see that Miss Ye family."

Shuo Wang said, "Okay."

They went to the prison in a carriage. When the guards saw that it was Cen Xian, they let them go without even asking a word.

The candles in the prison were dimmed, and the guards were patrolling. All the way past, they saw the terrifying array of torture instruments in the execution place. His expression darkened, and he asked Cen Xian who was walking in front: "Compared with the torture instruments in the prison of Jinyiwei, compared with the torture instruments here. How about it?"

Cen Xian paused slightly, and turned his head to glance at the instruments of torture at the execution place.

He quickly retracted his gaze: "It's a lot crueler."

Shuowang's body trembled imperceptibly.

"That's right," Shuo Wang forced a smile, "Jin Yiwei's methods are much more cruel than here."

"However, there are also people who left there alive." Cen Xian glanced at Shuowang, "It's not like the rumors that just go in and out."

Shuo Wang nodded absently, did not speak, and followed Cen Xian into the depths of the prison.

After a while, Cen Xian stopped in a cell, bowed slightly and called, "Miss Ye."

Shuo Wang saw Miss Ye's face through the faint firelight.

This Miss Ye has perfect eyebrows, no makeup, a very clean face, her hair is not as messy as the female prisoners she saw along the way, but is coiled up by a dead wood branch.The prison uniform was too loose for her, as if she was wearing an adult's clothes.

When she saw Cen Xian, she raised her eyes filled with tears, "Master Cen, my father..."

"There is no way around it," Cen Xian said crisply, "Miss Ye, my condolences."

"Then his corpse!" Ye Yuan stood up, grasping the fence of the prison with both hands, "His corpse..."

Seeing her excited face, Shuo Wang subconsciously wanted to stop Cen Xian in front of him, and took his foot back after taking half a step.

Cen Xian pinching this girl to death was as easy as pinching an ant to death, so why did he worry about Cen Xian?

"I've already sent someone to move his body out of the mass grave," Cen Xian said softly, and Shuo Wang felt that he had injected an ecstasy into his throat, "It's a good burial."

After hearing this, Ye Yu let go of his hand, took a few steps back and bowed three times and kowtowed nine times to Cen Xian, "Thank you."

Cen Xian's eyelids drooped, and his tone could not detect any emotion, "No need."

Then he raised his foot and was about to leave, before he turned around and said to Ye Yuan, "Rest well tonight, you are going to the barracks tomorrow."

Ye Yu wiped away the tears from his cheeks, and kowtowed heavily to Cen Xian again.

After leaving the prison, Shuo Wang still walked behind Cen Xian.After walking a few steps, he suddenly felt the figure in front of him swaying.

Shuo Wang moved faster than his mind, and immediately stretched out his hand to grab Cen Xian's waist, and asked anxiously, "What's wrong with you?"

Cen Xian didn't even defend against him, leaned on him for a while, grabbed his hand to use his strength to stand up, squeezed Jingming acupoint and said, "I didn't rest well last night."

Shuo Wang loosened his grip on Cen Xian's waist, and kept a certain distance from him, his voice was so low that only the two of them could hear, "Why, Commander couldn't sleep last night?"

"Look at this, do you still have the strength to go with me tomorrow?"

Cen Xian lost his strength, bowed his body and coughed a few times, and there was a frightening deep purple scar on the back neck of the fox fur cloak, as if he had been slashed by a knife.

Looking at the scar, Shuo Wang was stunned.

Jin Yiwei's commander will also suffer such a serious injury?

"I can't sleep." After Cen Xian finished speaking, Xiao Liu helped him into the carriage, glanced at Shuo Wang, and motioned him to get on the carriage, "But it's more than enough to kill one of you."

Shuo Wang smiled brightly when he heard the words, followed Cen Xian up from Shan Ruliu, and found a place farthest from Cen Xian to sit down.

Suddenly, a strange voice sounded from outside the carriage, "Who did the Commander let into the carriage?"

Cen Xian knew it was Wei Chen's voice as soon as he heard it;

Cen Xian's face was still red after coughing, and he didn't want to cough again, so he didn't lift the curtain of the carriage.

He glanced at Shuo Wang whose face was "None of my business", and calmly said to Wei Chen outside, "My little lover."

As soon as these words came out, Shuo Wang's face turned green, and he almost spat out a mouthful of old blood!

Wei Chen outside the carriage was startled for a while, then with a face full of disbelief, he said with a sinister smile, "Oh? I don't know what kind of person can get into the eyes of the Commander? I'm so curious, can the Commander let me see it?"

"If it's someone else, it's okay to give it to Your Highness." Cen Xian's voice came out steadily, and Shuo Wang heard these words, and the knife in his hand almost couldn't help but slashed at Cen Xian's body.

His 2 taels didn't say that he had to pretend to have broken sleeves to please others!

"It's just that he is afraid of strangers, and I love him so much that I don't want others to see him." Cen Xian pressed the knife that Shuo Wang had already handed to him, "I hope Your Highness will forgive me."

Not long after he finished speaking, Wei Chen sneered first from outside the carriage, and then the sound of horseshoes sounded, and Wei Chen walked away.

Shuowang pressed the knife down, leaned in front of Cen Xian, gritted his teeth and said, "Are you molesting me?!"

Cen Xian looked at him innocently, "It's just a rescue, can't it?"

That beautiful face coupled with this innocent expression really has a strong appeal to Shuo Wang.

He viciously greeted Cen Xian's eighteen generations of ancestors in his heart, and was afraid of hurting Cen Xian, so he carefully pulled the knife back into its sheath.

Why is this guy so good-looking?

The author says:

Shuo Wang, my big boy, you dislike my son Cen Xian's coquettishness now, and he will have to work hard for others in the future, so my mother said