The waiter who was smiling just now immediately changed his expression and poured a pot of hot wine on Zhao Changhe's head.
At the same time, the drinkers who were happily chatting just now suddenly pulled out daggers and stabbed Zhao Changhe's kidneys viciously.
The next moment everyone's eyes widened.
The hot wine that was poured towards Zhao Changhe's face seemed to be blocked by a wall of air. Not only could it not be poured in, but it bounced back and splashed all over the waiter's face. The waiter screamed, his face was instantly disfigured, and he howled in pain while holding his face, and he died directly.
"So poisonous, so poisonous." Zhao Changhe smiled and waved his hand, and the surrounding daggers were thrust back and stabbed into the killers' hearts.
In the blink of an eye, the tavern was littered with corpses. A few real drinkers huddled in the corner in amazement, holding their breath and daring not to move.
Zhao Changhe took a quick glance and sat back down, taking the wine from the neighboring table and drinking it leisurely: "I know that not all of you are real drinkers, and there are some rats hiding among you. I'm too lazy to find out who they are... Tell Xue Xiao a message for me."
None of the drinkers dared to respond.
"You'd better forget about assassinating the imperial court and Cui's envoys and disrupting the conversation between the two sides. The Cui family is not stupid, and neither is Your Majesty. If you don't send an envoy, it's fine. But if you do, it's not something you can assassinate. Xue Xiao himself can't ambush an envoy... In fact, he doesn't dare to do it."
Still no one answered.
Indeed, their assassination was not aimed at Zhao Changhe. Except for the gods and demons, no other forces on the ground had the ability to assassinate Zhao Changhe, unless leaders like Timur or Xue Xiao came in person. Their ambush was aimed at the envoys from Beijing to Qinghe. Once both sides believed that their envoys were killed by the other side, the conversation between the two sides would collapse before it even started.
Who would have thought that after lying in ambush for several days, the first messenger to arrive would be Zhao Changhe himself? If they had known it was Zhao Changhe, what would these people have come to deliver...
A son of a wealthy family should not sit in the hall, so who would believe that the current Zhao Changhe actually dares to go out into the world alone... What is even more unbelievable is that from Xia Chichi to Tang Wanzhuang to Zhao Changhe himself, they all think this is natural. If he doesn't go out into the world, who will
Until now, the killers still don’t know who this yellow-faced man is…
"What I want you to tell Xue Xiao is that you should find a woman. Losing your virginity might make you more masculine. Don't dwell on staring at other people's butt cracks all the time."
Zhao Changhe finally finished his wine, put the jug on the table, and turned to leave.
This assassination was just a small episode for Zhao Changhe, not as serious as his first trip to Beimang, but it also dispelled his idea of observing information outside, because this might not be Tingxue Tower.
He said Tingxue Tower and "sent a message to Xuexiao". He was saying this for others to hear, so that others would think that he had identified Tingxue Tower.
In fact, the motive of Listening Snow Tower was the last one to do such a move to disrupt the peace talks. The Wang, Yang, and Li families were the first suspects, as well as... the Cui family themselves. Even if it was Listening Snow Tower, it was invited by them.
We can't delay any longer... The Cui family is not something that Cui Wenjing can decide on his own. He cannot ignore the opinions of all the members of the huge family. The situation will push people to move forward, and no one is an exception.
Galloping on his horse in the snowy night, Zhao Changhe turned around and looked back, feeling a little reluctant.
The Jianghu back then was really interesting...
Unfortunately, he didn't even need to use his brain too much now. His Qi-reading technique could clearly see the cultivation and even malicious intentions of the people around him. When everything began to become clear, he felt safer, but lost the fun.
Maybe it's just a masochism.
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At night, we passed through some cities, all of which had their gates closed. It was normal to have the gates closed at night, but what was abnormal was the vigilant soldiers on the city walls and the tall watchtowers on both sides.
This is the wartime standard... The direction they are looking north is the capital, who are they guarding against
Zhao Changhe did not enter the city. Instead, he rode his horse around the city, feeling increasingly heavy-hearted.
The Cui family was truly prepared for war. The situation could already be considered in the worst possible way. Theoretically speaking, this was no longer a visit to the fiancé's home to discuss matters, this was entering a tiger's den.
I wonder what Yangyang will do in this atmosphere... Is the little rabbit crying
It snowed heavily in the early morning.
Wu Zhui treaded on the thick snow and arrived outside Qinghe. At least the city was not closed during the day, and people still entered the city. Zhao Changhe rode his horse to the gate, and a group of guards stopped him: "Dismount! Pass! Uh... You..."
On the road, you have to keep a low profile and conceal your identity, but here, there is nothing to hide. An ordinary envoy will encounter more unnecessary difficulties and troubles, and may not even be able to get in. If a fight really breaks out, the information will still be leaked. It is just looking for trouble. It is better to get rid of the carriage.
So as soon as he was about to arrive, Zhao Changhe removed his disguise.
The guards looked at the scarred face and retreated in unison with their spears in hand: "Zhao..."
What best reflects the prestige of the people is that the guards could not even say "Zhao Changhe". After hesitating for a long time, they finally said: "King Zhao..."
Zhao Changhe reined in his horse and whipped his horse: "Can I enter the city?"
The guards looked at each other in bewilderment, and cold sweat broke out on their foreheads in the heavy snow.
You are a prince, the highest authority in the new dynasty, and you are alone on a snowy night, riding a horse for thousands of miles, straight to Qinghe... Are you crazy? Our superiors didn't tell us what to do!
Not to mention ordinary guards, even the generals defending the city did not dare to say a word and quickly sent their personal soldiers to inform Cui Wenjing.
Zhao Changhe laughed when he saw the chaos around him, and shouted: "Zhao Changhe is here to fulfill his marriage contract and ask to marry Miss Yuanyang from the Cui family!"
The power of the triple secret heavenly list spread throughout the city, and even the roosting birds flew away in fright.
The two or three hundred thousand people in the city all heard it, their mouths half open, stunned. The snow fell heavily, and the whole city was silent.
Suddenly there was a commotion in the city, the sound of horse hooves coming from inside and outside, and someone's panicked voice could be heard faintly: "Miss, you can't..."
"Get out of my way!"
"Whoa!" The horse neighed loudly, and the sound of it stepping on the bluestone was heard. The girl rode her white and black peony, and swept out of the city in the snow like a whirlwind.
Then he stopped his horse at the city gate and looked quietly at the man who was visiting.
It was Cui Yuanyang in a white suit, riding a white horse, with a silver robe and a silver saddle. The city gate was under the snow, and it was as poetic as a painting.
He had a carved bow slung across his body, as if he was planning to go out hunting or something... Upon hearing Zhao Changhe's voice transmission, he came running over without even having time to grab his quiver.
She had grown taller... Her long straight legs were clasped between the horse's belly, her back was straight, and the baby fat on her face had faded away and was not as round anymore.
He had a heroic oval face, and his eyes still had the sharpness he had when he reprimanded the guards, but when he saw his lover, they slowly softened and turned into a bright smile.
This was a general who had led his troops to attack the Wang family camp at night during the siege of Puyang... He had grown rapidly during the months of war, and no longer looked like a little white rabbit, nor did he have the childishness of the middle school boy who ran away from home that year.
Cui Yuanyang... Seventeen years old.
The young man and woman stared at each other for a long time in the heavy snow, and suddenly they smiled at the same time as if they had telepathy, and spoke in unison:
"I've been waiting for you to say this for two years."
"My Yangyang has grown up."
After saying that, he laughed again and everyone laughed out loud.
Cui Wenjing's voice came from the city: "Since we are discussing the marriage, come in and talk."
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(End of this chapter)