The Legend of Chu Qiao: Division 11’s Princess Agent

Chapter 62

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At this moment, suddenly a large net was cast down from the sky, wrapping Wei Jing tightly around his head. The four black-clothed warriors exchanged positions neatly, tightened the giant net, then threw the hook lock suddenly, jumped up the high wall, and left brazenly.

A whistling sound came out immediately, and the black-clothed warriors were summoned. Although they had the absolute upper hand, they still retreated relentlessly. Scattered swords were thrown away, and two men in black held up two wooden barrels, poured out the liquid inside, and then threw down a torch, without looking at it again, after a few leaps, they disappeared into the building Suddenly, it swept towards the outer city, and disappeared without a trace in just an instant.

The whole action, within the time of half a stick of incense, everything returned to tranquility, and the huge vocal music from the Shengjin Palace did not stop, and it was still in the midst of singing and dancing.

After the efficient attack and explosive means, all that was left to the imperial city guards was the Wei soldiers struggling and moaning in a sea of flames and a pool of blood.

"Second Young Master Wei has been taken away, hurry up! Go and report to the elders! The others follow me to the outer city to hunt down the murderer!"

Just as the guards in the imperial city were rushing to the outer city to pursue the assassins, a group of men in black rushed into the imperial city without any hesitation. In the pine forest next to the official road, more than a dozen bodyguards in green clothes were quietly guarding a carriage. Several people rushed over quickly and threw Wei Jing, who was caught by the giant net, fiercely on the ground.

"you… "

There was a muffled bang, and just as Wei Jing was about to speak, someone kicked him on the mouth hard. A mouthful of teeth shattered immediately, Wei Jing snorted, and could no longer speak.

Two guards in green clothes quickly stepped forward, tied Wei Jing tightly, sealed his hands, feet and mouth, and then opened the lower layer of the carriage, unexpectedly putting him in the interlayer where the charcoal fire is usually held.

The leading man in black got into the carriage, took off his black night clothes, and revealed his white clothes. He pulled off his mask, his face was handsome, and his eyes were as sharp as stars.

"Your Majesty," the man in black who had changed his clothes was also wearing a blue bodyguard uniform, holding a brazier respectfully, and said, "Toast your hands and warm your body."

Yan Xun nodded lightly, took over the brazier, and put down the curtain. He picked up the black clothes that were placed aside, threw them in, then stretched out his hand, waved lightly at the people outside, and the carriage immediately got on the official road and drove slowly towards the Forbidden Palace.

The violent sound of horseshoes sounded behind him immediately, and a guard immediately stepped forward and shouted sharply: "Who is it? Running horses in the palace late at night, don't you want to live?"

The man was stunned for a moment, and after seeing the person clearly, he immediately interjected: "It turns out that it is Prince Yan, Mr. Wei was attacked on Ziwei Road, and his subordinates were ordered to rush to the palace to report to His Majesty."

"Attacked?" The curtain of the carriage was lifted, Yan Xun frowned slightly, "The murderer has been caught, where is Mr. Wei now, can he be injured?"

"Reporting to Prince Yan, the murderer has absconded and has already fled towards the outer city. General Lu led people to chase after him. Mr. Wei was taken away, and his life and death are still unknown."

Yan Xun nodded, and said in a deep voice, "Then you should report quickly."

"yes."

The war horse roared away immediately, Yan Xun returned to the carriage, and said in a low voice to the outside: "Go on, go to Lu Hua Palace."

As soon as he got out of the car, he saw Wei Guang hurried out of Lu Hua Palace with several officials of the Wei Clan, mounted his horse and galloped out of the palace at top speed.

Yan Xun was dressed in a white fur coat, with a handsome face, watching everyone from the Wei family leave, and then slowly stepped into the Lu Hua hall.

Emperor Xia had already left the table, and only Zhao Qi, who was in a trance because Wei Jing was taken away, was left to preside over the overall situation. Palace ladies in colorful clothes shuttled among them, serving dishes for everyone, and a huge troupe of royal musicians surrounded one side of the main hall.

Crown Prince Li Ce was dressed in a deep purple panlong brocade robe, talking and laughing happily with everyone around him, and he drank the cup immediately, without ambiguity. If the scenery on his face was not so spectacular, it must have been a picture of romance.

The atmosphere at the banquet was lively, and all the officials were almost drunk, their emotions were high, and there was a lot of toasting.

Yan Xun quietly entered the table, raised his eyes to glance at Li Ce's bruised and swollen face, raised the corner of his mouth, raised his wine glass, shook his head and smiled lightly.

"Why did you come here?" Zhao Chun'er was wearing a colorful butterfly and tender pink collared shirt, and a golden purple long skirt, with pearls and jade, emerald brilliance, and a different kind of glamorous beauty.

Yan Xun raised his head, looked at the young girl who came to sit next to him, slightly curled the corners of his mouth, and said calmly, "Naped for a while."

"I thought you weren't coming again!" Zhao Chun'er's eyes were watery, she glanced at Tang Crown Prince Li Ce who was sitting at the top, and said with a pout, "That guy just asked about his boudoir's name, he really didn't know how to be polite."

Yan Xun smiled and raised his head to drink, but did not answer.

Zhao Chun'er looked up at him obsessively, and didn't mind him ignoring her at all. After a long time, she suddenly realized, her face flushed, and she pulled her clothes and asked, "Look, this is the new girl. The colorful silk that Yu just paid tribute to, does it look good?"

Yan Xun was slightly taken aback, but remembered the Chishui Lake just now. The woman's eyes were bright, and she called his name eagerly, and then said a little flustered: Be careful on the road.

Yan Xun's expression suddenly softened, and he sighed sincerely: "It's beautiful."

Zhao Chun'er thought she was talking about herself, so she immediately became happy, sat beside her happily, and kept pouring wine for Yan Xun.

Soldiers kept coming in quietly from the side door to report to Zhao Qi, and Zhao Qi's face became more and more ugly. All the officials around noticed carefully, only Li Ce still drunkenly tugged on Zhao Qi's sleeve, swaying and spilling all the wine in his hand on him.

It wasn't until the second o'clock that the banquet ended, Li Ce was so drunk that he fell asleep lying on the table, with food all over his body.

Zhao Qi didn't go back to the Forbidden Palace, but went straight out of the hall, got on his horse and left the city.

Standing in the dark square, Yan Xun looked at Zhao Qi's leaving figure and slightly raised the corners of his mouth.

"Brother Xun," Zhao Chun'er carefully pulled his sleeve, and said softly, "It's so cold here, send Chun'er back to the palace."

Yan Xun stepped back respectfully, saluted, and said in a deep voice: "Yan Xun is too strong to drink, so he dare not bother the princess, the princess can go back on her own." After saying that, he turned around and got into his carriage.

The carriage gradually moved away, but Zhao Chun'er was still standing there. The palace man came forward and put on her big fur, but accidentally dropped it on the ground. The deep red fur was especially eye-catching when it fell on the snow, like a pool of blood.

Zhao Chun'er bit her lip stubbornly, tears rolled in her eyes, but she tried her best not to let them fall.

"Princess?" Nanny Yu sighed, stepped forward to hold the little princess's little hand, and said, "Go back."

Zhao Chun'er nodded obediently, and followed Nanny Yu to the carriage without saying a word. When the cold wind blew, a drop of tear fell down her cheek and dripped on the pale snow.

In the secret room of Yinggeyuan, Ah Jing tore off the black cloth from the man's blindfold.

Wei Jing frowned tightly, and it took him a while to get used to the bright light. When he raised his head, he suddenly saw the man's face with an indifferent smile.

"Yan Xun?" Wei Jing's eyes widened suddenly, and he shouted in disbelief.

Yan Xun was sitting on a chair, sipping tea, raised his eyes a little, and greeted with a light smile: "Mr. Wei is busy with your affairs recently, I haven't seen you for a few days, so don't come here to be safe."

"You are so courageous!" Wei Jing was furious and said sharply.

"I've always been courageous, Mr. Wei should understand."

"Yan Xun, the Wei family will not let you go, you will die without a place to bury you!"

Yan Xun smiled, as if hearing a joke, and said slowly: "I don't know if I will die without a burial, but I'm sure you will definitely die without a burial."

"Do you remember?" Yan Xun leaned forward slightly, with a sinister smile, and said in a soothing voice, "I said before, if you don't kill me that day, you will die by my knife one day. One finger, and I'll chop off your head."

"ah!"

There was a huge scream, and under the sharp blade, a severed hand fell to the ground, bloody.

A few drops of plasma splashed on Yan Xun's wrist, the man frowned slightly, picked up a piece of white silk and wiped it vigorously in disgust, and said coldly to his subordinates: "Drag it, cut it off."

Wei Jing struggled to death, and shouted angrily: "Yanbei dog! My uncle will not let you go!"

"Wei Guang?" Yan Xun sneered, "He is too old and his head is no longer enough. Only you Wei Clan worship him as a god. Now, in his rotten head, there may not necessarily be doubts. Who is it? Wei Jing, you idiot!" Yan Xun suddenly turned his head, looked at him coldly, and said in a low voice with disgust, "You still have some time to live, but it's a pity you shouldn't provoke me, especially not You should threaten me with the person I care about the most, do you think you can bring me down? Naive! You are always a useless piece of trash, you were before, you are now, and you will be in the future, but unfortunately you will never have this chance again gone."

Throwing the blood-stained white silk on the ground, Yan Xun turned around sternly, walked out with big strides, and said in a cold voice as he walked, "Drag it!"

Resentful curses and terrified howls sounded immediately, Yan Xun straightened his back and turned a deaf ear.

He has embarked on the path of revenge, and those who humiliated him and hurt him will pay a heavy price for it. From now on, he will not allow anyone to take away his beloved things, no more!

The cold moon is like frost, and the night wind is icy cold. Tonight is another sleepless night.

On the second day, the entire Zhenhuang City was disturbed. Wei Jing, the eldest son of the Wei Clan, was ambushed in the imperial city last night. The whole army of one hundred soldiers was annihilated, and Wei Jing was taken away. When the imperial guards arrived, they didn't even see the murderer. They searched all night and found nothing. Now it's probably too bad.

At that time, the forbidden army heard from a distance that the thieves self-reported the name of Muheshiq, so a series of massacres to seize the remnants of Muheshi began again.

However, at this moment, in the main room of Wei's mansion, Wei Guang handed a letter to Wei Nu, his most trusted subordinate, and said in a deep voice: "Be sure to tell Ye'er that the life and death of the Wei clan is imminent. Your Majesty has already attacked the Wei Clan, if he doesn't come back, the Wei Clan will be the next Mu He Clan."

Five fast horses galloped out of the Zhenhuang city gate and headed north to Juechen.

When Ah Jing came to report, Yan Xun was sipping tea on the porch, upon hearing this, he smiled coldly and said flatly, "The more lively the better."

It was just a few short words, but Ah Jing's whole body became cold all of a sudden. He followed Yan Xun for three years, but found that he gradually couldn't see this master clearly.

On the school grounds of the Xiaoqiying Camp, thunderous applause came one after another. A girl with a bright smile stood in the middle of the school grounds. She fired seven arrows at the center of the bull's-eye one hundred paces away like bullets. .