After the failed assassination of the powerful minister

In the middle of the night, Shuo Mo's evening wind was blowing dry, the poison on Shuo Wang's body benefited from Mu Nan Zhi's multi-pronged suppression, and finally tended to balance, and it hasn't flared up in recent days.

He was wearing night clothes, and Luo Erhu was following him. The two of them were groping towards Yuancheng. At the same time, Cen Xian had already hooked the city wall with a rope, avoided the night patrol soldiers, and was buried in the coffin. place in the past.

An hour before they came in, next to the new grave, Jiang Jinyue led a few guards to dig out the coffin that had been buried today in front of the whole city.

They didn't wear the official uniforms they usually wear, but they dressed up as if they didn't recognize their relatives. They were tightly wrapped in black clothes, and they didn't show that they were official family members at all.

This is not surprising, after all, there are too many people, and Cen Xian's identity is not a cat or a dog. Although he said that he does not need to guard the spirit when he was buried, if someone came suddenly, he would not be able to tell.

It's better to pretend to be an enemy and dig graves.

Jiang Jinyue ordered someone to pry the nails away, and inside the coffin were dozens of ledgers.He moved his eyes, expecting that things were not so simple.

He picked up a book and flipped through it for a while, and it turned out to be a private account of Turkic and Great Wei.

"Jingming 14th year...pig iron...war horse"

Jiang Jinyue's eyes widened, and when she thought about what happened to the eldest princess before, she immediately understood what was going on. Cen Xian went to Turkic and brought these things back!

This is the evidence that the eldest princess has fornicated foreign enemies!

"Take all these ledgers away!" Jiang Jinyue rolled up the books in his palm, "Take them to the grain depot."

Several personal guards immediately went down to empty the contents of the coffin, and one person came up with something in his arms and asked, "Then this coffin? Do you want to bury it back?"

Jiang Jinyue pondered for a while after hearing the words, and said, "I won't bury it."

Jiang Yu'an had told him before that the courtiers standing behind King Jing and Jin Yiwei had already confronted the eldest princess' faction.

And where did this point of "Mars" come from? Is it true or not? What's the difference?

As long as it serves its purpose.

Tomorrow morning, this solitary grave was dug up and the body was gone. Is there something even more outrageous and more likely to arouse the anger of a group of people?

Jiang Jinyue thought about it for a while, and felt that there was nothing left, and was very satisfied with the trick she came up with.

After thinking about it, he beckoned to a few people around him, murmured a few words in their ears, and the few people took it seriously, and started to wreak havoc after hearing it. After half an hour of tossing around, a group of people hurriedly came to dig the grave The talented person hurriedly disappeared into the dark night of Yuancheng.

The north wind blows up the wind and sand, and Cen Xian's tomb stands alone. Half of the wooden signboard in front of the tomb was folded—it was too late to find stone materials—only the three characters "Xianzhi's Tomb" are left, and the tombstone is lit. A few incense sticks twisted and twisted, and two long-burning candles were trampled into the loess by someone.

The coffin lid was even removed and split in two, and there were six bloody red characters written "The traitor will not die well". snake...

The scene was very miserable and terrifying.

Cen Xian: "..."

He came here not long after Jiang Jinyue left, and the two of them were separated. Cen Xian, in order to prevent someone who was watching the night from entangled with him or recognized him, put on a night clothes and covered his face tightly with a black cloth. Strictly.

Cen Xian walked around his tomb twice with a complicated expression, and guessed what the envoy meant, but...

This must have been too much toss.

Although it is true that there are people who have a sworn feud with him, but I don't know if they have the guts to really make his grave like this--everyone in the world knows that Jin Yiwei must compare every penny, so wouldn't it be even worse for the leader? If someone really dares to do this Toss, wake up in the middle of the night, and worry about Cen Xian turning into a ghost and coming back from the Palace of Hades to bite him.

Cen Xian supported the half-broken tombstone with one hand, and sighed. When the night wind blew, he stretched out his hand to brush the slightly obstructive hair on his forehead. Suddenly there was a sound of breaking through the air behind him. Suddenly cold.

I've already "burrowed into the grave", Cen Xian sneered, there are still people who want to come to my grave for fun!

The scimitar from the Turkic man at his waist came in handy, and with a clang sound, the scimitar collided with the long sword stabbing from his back in an instant!

The long sword slashed across the bright blade of the scimitar, and the unique hiss of Leng Tie was very clear even in the dark night where the sand danced wildly. Under the bleak moonlight, Cen Xian met the man in black and masked in front of him. Was it his illusion, he seemed to see the eyes of the man in black - red.

The blow missed, and the two immediately separated. The force of the collision caused Cen Xian to stagger when they separated, and the rib injury was painful.The man in black was not much better, using the sword as a support, he could barely stand his body.

Behind the man in black was a man wrapped in jet black, Cen Xian frowned.

It's not easy for two people to fight.

Luo Erhu was in a hurry to grab Shuowang's hand, so that this man would not go up to his own life and risk his life. Just kidding, with Shuowang's body like a rag doll, he met the opposite one who seemed to have no kungfu skills. Wouldn't a tall Turkic man have to be pushed to the ground and beaten before he passed ten strokes?

Naihe Shuowang completely ignored Luo Erhu's worries at this time, only the half of the tombstone and the Turkic man in front of him remained in his eyes.

Isn't it enough to kill him?

Do you still want to dig the grave and flog the corpse?

Shuowang slammed away Luo Erhu's hand, tapped his toes, and walked over to the "Turkic man" holding a machete in front of the tomb with lightning speed!

Luo Erhu became impatient and followed him.

Cen Xian's expression darkened, and the scimitar in his hand changed from vertical to horizontal, and he lifted it obliquely upwards, and firmly received the blow.

Soon the movements of the two were so fast that they could hardly be seen clearly, the scimitar and the long sword were entangled in an inseparable sword shadow, Luo Erhu saw the entanglement between these two people, but he couldn't intervene for a while.

The two entangled in front of the grave, the tombstone was crumbling, and Cen Xian could smell the bloody smell vaguely mixed in the wind and sand with the smell of grass and mud. He didn't know where the bloody smell came from, maybe it came from inside the coffin It may have come from the person in front of him—Cen Xian saw a very inconspicuous, wet water mark on the shoulder of the man in black.

All I could see were the red eyes of the man in black, whether it was haggard or sad.

Seems to be crying.

Cen Xian was taken aback.

It was just a slight distraction, the scimitar in Cen Xian's hand was picked away by the man in black in front of him, he couldn't dodge in time, and was forced to take a few steps back, the sword still relentlessly chased after him, Cen Xian had no choice but to He uprooted his unlucky tombstone and blocked it in front of him.

The fierce sword wind stopped abruptly when it was only a tiny bit away from the plate!

Cen Xian suddenly raised his head, and once again met the eyes of the person in front of him.

The scene of deja vu was like the one in the carriage, the young man's peach blossom eyes were a little ridiculously beautiful, as beautiful as the moonlight and snow.

At this moment, he was so blessed that he understood something as if he was enlightened.

Who else in this world...couldn't let go of his worthless monument?

Cen Xian rolled his Adam's apple, threw the tattered wooden sign aside, and the scimitar in his hand took another angry blow from the opponent. He barely used any force, the scimitar in his hand was thrown away, and the long sword flew towards him. The neck came, but he didn't care, just reached out and pulled off the mask on his face.

The sword suddenly stopped on his neck, leaving a faint bloodstain on his pale skin.

The author says:

Update first, it is still very busy recently, maybe update ORZ every three days;

No abandonment!I will do my best to write each article!