On the official road, a chaotic sound of horseshoes whizzed past, startling the birds in the forest.
"Woo—" After a long hiss, the horse finally stopped running.
Wu Kun looked at the extremely handsome man standing in the middle of the official road, and hurriedly got off his horse, "I didn't know the prince was here, please forgive me."
The two servants and eight officials behind him also got off their horses and fell to their knees.
Yan Shi took two steps forward slowly, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, "Master Wu, are you walking in such a hurry?"
"The imperial court has orders, and the lower officials dare not delay." For some reason, a layer of cold sweat suddenly broke out on Wu Kun's back.
"Master Wu is really loyal." Yan Shi walked up to the horse and patted it, "I just don't know if your loyalty is for the court or for whom?"
Wu Kun hurriedly said, "Of course it's for the court."
Yan Shi chuckled, "The mountains are high and the road is far away, Master Wu is really suffering."
Wu Kun replied, "I don't feel bitter when I work for the court."
Yan Shi didn't make him stand up from the ground, he walked up to him step by step, and looked around him "But this king thinks that Master Wu is used to staying in the imperial city, so he will go to southern Xinjiang this time. I'm afraid I won't get used to it. How about this, Mr. Wu should not go."
Beads of sweat on Wu Kun's forehead fell to the ground, and he quietly touched his heart with his hand.
Yan Shi just pretended not to notice, "Master Wu, don't you really and naively think that this king will let you go to southern Xinjiang?"
"Wang... what does the prince mean?" Although Wu Kun was afraid in his heart, he still said forcefully. He didn't believe that Yan Shi would really do anything to him. He was an official of the court and a member of King Zhao. After one o'clock, Wu Kun was not as scared as before.
Yan Shi stood in front of him, his feet were only a fist away from him, and he didn't look down at him, his eyes seemed to sweep over the people behind him inadvertently, "How did you agree with King Zhao to deliver the news? If you hurt Say it quickly, maybe this king can spare your life."
"Wang... my lord, where do you start with your words? I went to Southern Xinjiang this time to follow the orders of the emperor, so what does it have to do with King Zhao?" Wu Kun said, "Why do you want to pass on the news?"
Almost as soon as Wu Kun finished speaking, a white light flashed in front of his eyes. Yan Shi pulled him up from the ground by the back of his neck with one hand, and put the dagger horizontally on his neck, "Master Wu is really ignorant. There is still a letter I wrote to Marshal Wei, which your master took from me."
In order to prevent Marshal Wei from sending Wu Kun back again, King Zhao specially asked Yan Shi to write a letter to Marshal Wei. The letter probably said to let them treat Wu Kun well.
The few officials following Wu Kun saw that their lord was kidnapped, so they moved slightly. Yan Shi glared, "What do you want to do?"
No one dared to move after drinking a word, after all, he was the prince.
"Master Wu, if you don't tell me, don't blame me for being rude!" The voice was cold and gloomy, which made people feel cold all over the body in this scorching summer. Yan Shi scratched Wu Kun's neck with the hand holding the dagger, and blood flowed out immediately.
Wu Kun still poked his neck, and his tone was a little threatening, "My lord, I'm an official of the imperial court, do you really dare to kill me?"
Murdering an official of the imperial court is not a small crime. In the past, Yan Shi wouldn't have done this, but if he wanted to blame King Zhao, he shouldn't have captured Princess Huojia and threatened him. What Yan Shi did this time must have prepared a perfect solution.
At this time, an official who was following Wu Kun saw that the situation was not good and wanted to sneak back to report the letter, but after walking a few steps, a person appeared in front of him, and he was killed before he could see who that person was. .
Wu Kun heard a scream from behind, and his whole body trembled violently, this prince really dared to kill someone.
Yan Shi turned him around and looked behind him, letting him take a good look at how the man died just now, "Seeing that there is no Master Wu, this is the fate of being disobedient."
Although Wu Kun was afraid, he followed King Zhao for many years and refused to turn his back easily, "How dare you?"
"Why don't you dare?" Yan Shi chuckled lightly, as if he had heard some good joke, and walked towards
The man behind winked, "Let's do it, leave those two servants behind, Mr. Wu still needs someone to serve him."
Sang Yu got the order and swung the sword towards the officials. The officials hurriedly got up to fight, but they were no match for Sang Yu's martial arts skills. In a short while, the official road was full of corpses.
"You! How dare you!" Seeing people dying in front of him, Wu Kun was frightened to death. If Yan Shi hadn't grabbed his chest, he would almost have fallen to the ground.
"Is there anything else I dare not?" Yan Shi said, "Master Wu, tell me, how do you plan to contact King Zhao?"
Southern Xinjiang and the imperial city are far away, and it will take three months to come and go, so it is impossible for Wu Kun to pass the news back in person, but if it is handed over to the post station, King Zhao is not at ease, so they must have a more secure method .
Wu Kun was really scared at the moment, he didn't expect the gentle and gentle King Rui Ying to have such courage, "My lord, my lord, if I tell you, will you spare my life?"
"It depends on your performance." Yan Shi rubbed the dagger back and forth on Wu Kun's neck.
Wu Kun swallowed and spit, "I, I have a private seal in my bosom, which is my own. No one else knows it and can't imitate it. I made an agreement with King Zhao to send a message every two months around the eighth day of the lunar new year. My private seal will be stamped on the news conference, and one of my two servants will be asked to personally deliver the news to King Zhao. These two servants are raised by me since childhood and are loyal to me. Private seal Both of these servants are indispensable, even if one is missing, King Zhao will not believe the news I send."
Sure enough, Yan Shi had a vague guess before, so he didn't let Sang Yu kill the two servants.
"Where is the private seal?"
"Here..." Wu Kun hurriedly took out the private seal from his arms tremblingly.
Yan Shi weighed it in his hand, then asked, "Are there any omissions?"
"No, no." Wu Kun was frightened to death, so he didn't dare to lie anymore, "My life is in the hands of the prince, so I dare not lie."
Yan Shi looked at the two servants with a knife-like gaze, "Is what he said true?"
The two servants nodded hurriedly, "It's true, what my lord said is true, please forgive my lord."
Yan Shi put the private seal in his arms, nodded, suddenly turned his wrist, and swiped it towards Wu Kun's neck. Wu Kun lost his life on the spot without even shouting.
"Ah—" The two trembling servants hugged each other shouted, and one of the servants picked up a knife and stumbled towards Yan Shi.
With a wave of Yan Shi's hand, the servant leaned back, "I'm overwhelmed."
He reached out and hit the back of the necks of the two of them, knocking them out.
Dark clouds rolled in the sky, and there were several thunderclaps in the distance. Yan Shi and Sang Yu carried the corpses of the people into the pit dug earlier, poured wine and set fire to it, and then buried the pit. After doing this, it began to rain.
The blood on the official road was washed away by the pouring rain, as if everything had never happened.
Yan Shi had already set up a house in Lin City, which was more than four hundred miles away from the imperial city, and he ordered Sang Yu to take the two servants there first to look after him, and then hurried back to the imperial city.
The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and the bustling streets in the past seemed deserted.
As soon as Yan Shi entered the palace, he saw Hua Ling waiting for him under the corridor, and when he saw him back, Hua Ling's eyes seemed to light up, "Brother, you are back!"
Seeing that he didn't have an umbrella, he immediately propped up the oil-paper umbrella next to him and put it into the rain to cover Yan Shi. When Hua Ling came to his side, Yan Shi fled indiscriminately. When he killed Wu Kun just now, there was no blood on his body. Even if there was blood after walking for so long, it should have been washed away by the rain, but he always I feel the bloody smell on my body is strong, and I don't want Hua Ling to smell it.
"I'm wet, don't get on your clothes." Yan Shi explained.
Hua Ling smiled and said, "Whatever brother said, how could I despise him."
Yan Shi went directly to the bathroom, Hua Ling hurriedly ordered the servants to prepare hot water for Yan Shi to bathe.
Yan Shi takes a bath
Not needing to be waited upon, Hua Ling stood under the corridor scratching her ears anxiously.
Not long after Yan Shi came out of the shower, Hua Ling glanced in surprise and felt disappointed. The clothes on her body were well-dressed, not even a wrinkle, not even a blessing for the eyes, but the hair was not wiped. Yes, he can help to dry his hair.
Hua Ling hurriedly asked Yan Shi to go back to the room, took a towel and wiped it carefully.
"Dong dong dong." There were three knocks on the door.
"Come in." Hua Ling said loudly.
The dumb mother came in with a bowl of ginger soup, and put the soup on the table beside her.
Yan Yi smiled, "Thank you very much."
The dumb mother hurriedly waved her hands, and pointed at the ginger soup with her fingers, pretending to drink ginger soup.
Yan Shi hurriedly picked up the ginger soup and drank a spoonful, "It tastes really good."
The dumb mammy was very happy, and the wrinkles on her face became more wrinkled when she smiled.
Yan Shi felt his heart twitch when he saw it, he hadn't experienced the feeling of an elderly woman thinking about himself for many years, "Dumb mother, from now on, you can just tell your servants to do these things, you should take a rest when you are old. "
The dumb mama waved her hands again and again, and made a posture that she was still in good health.
Hua Ling interjected, "Brother, you can let the dumb mother do it, she is used to working hard, if she wants to stop, she really doesn't know what to do."
"Ming Ting is also reasonable," Yan Shi said, "Just be careful not to get tired."
The dumb mother nodded again and again, her joy was beyond words, and she gestured again, as if she still had something to give them.
Yan Shi let her go, and after the dumb mama left, Hua Ling said, "Brother, do you think the food made by the dumb mama is better than before?"
"Indeed." He remembered the first time he ate something made by Mammy Mute, and it was too much for words.
Hua Ling went on to say, "Dumb mama didn't know how to cook in the past. At that time, in the Duke's mansion, in order to let me eat something good, she figured out how to do it by herself, and no one else taught her. Now in the mansion, the kitchen staff The master chefs are willing to teach her, and the food she cooks will become more and more delicious."
Yan Shi nodded, and drank the whole bowl of ginger soup, "The dumb mother is getting old, why don't you find a maid to serve her."
Hua Ling refused again and again, "I told her before, she was still in a hurry with me, and always felt that if a maid served her, it would prove that she was old, and she would not accept old age." It's inconvenient.