I just like the Prime Minister

A cloud-piercing arrow, thousands of troops meet each other.

The important place in the middle of the capital certainly cannot accommodate a hundred thousand troops at any one time, but the earth-shattering movement of the letter arrow specially made for the emperor is more than enough to attract the guards of the capital and the shadows who were waiting outside.

The masked assassin supported the shoulder blade crushed by Li Chengzuo, with one arm twisted and hanging by his side, letting a group of luthiers support him, sweating coldly and stepping back a few feet in the wind.

Li Chengzuo let them retreat, grabbed Jiang Xizhu's slightly recovered hands and massaged him, and stroked Jiang Chengxiang's sideburns with loose hair with the other hand, and turned his head to look at the blood-oozing hair behind his ears. Three bloodstains.

The color of the blood beads is bright red. It seems that apart from being sharp, the iron fan bones are not poisonous. Therefore, the blood marks are only skin trauma, and it will be restored after nourishment. Even so, Li Chengzuo is still wrinkled to death where Jiang Xizhu can't see it. brow.

The "Zuihuayin" teahouse was a bit ruthless by Jiang Xizhu's letter arrow just now. The teahouse was surrounded by a square shape, but at this moment, the top of the building was almost completely emptied, making the remaining half of the ruined building in the capital not considered cruel. In the spring breeze, a somewhat crumbling phantom appeared, and the noise piercing the night sky outside added a bit of bleak pressure to the broken building with air leaks on all sides. What fell was either soil clods or wood slag, which gathered together into a curtain of dusty nightmare, separating the assassin and Li Chengzuo at the two ends of this "curtain of nightmare", looking at each other affectionately - no one There is no other reason for wanting to go through this nightmare and get in close contact with the other party. The physical reaction is a bit weak, and the falling bricks and tiles can open a bloody hole the size of a gold ingot on the person's head on the spot. Thinking about it is strange of.

Li Chengzuo and Jiang Xizhu stood beside the pillars, and the building would not collapse for a while. It is understandable for them not to move. The dead-hearted assassin with a broken arm didn't even move, and he didn't know what he was thinking about.

Li Chengzuo claims to be suave, suave and beautiful, although he can indeed shamelessly say the nonsense of "You still don't get out because you are in love with me", but the three bloodstains behind Jiang Xizhu's ears make him feel like a cat is playing with a mouse. He couldn't hold on to his lackluster demeanor any longer, and his complexion looked a bit gloomy even through a layer of thick dust.

"Emperor Yu Dynasty." It turned out that the masked assassin broke away from the luthier who was supporting him, and broke Li Chengzuo's identity in Chinese with no hard accent, "Don't you ask why your general was besieged in Liaodong? ?"

Jiang Xizhu's hands were in Li Chengzuo's palms. When he heard that his hands froze, he subconsciously wanted to break free, but Li Chengzuo, the unreasonable emperor, pinched them back involuntarily.

"What's the fuss?" Li Chengzuo didn't seem to have heard the question about the battlefield of his home country, but instead gave Jiang Xizhu a massage hand more seriously than the Liaodong War, "The Khitan people's martial arts are much wilder than ours, you have never Xi Wu, I won't help you to clear the blood right now, do you still want to pick up a pen and write?"

Sure enough, Jiang Xizhu stopped moving, and raised his head slightly, his handsome and unparalleled brows were slightly frowned, but it was rare to see Li Chengzuo's seriousness without a playful smile, and even his eyes with a three-point smile were filled with some traces of indiscernibility. Hostility, like the rage that cannot be concealed under the turbulent undercurrent.

However, he pressed the fingertips of Jiang Xizhu's hands with warmth and strength, but it was gentle.

With a twitch in Jiang Xizhu's heart, the panic and fear disappeared in an instant, and even the doubts were completely suppressed.

Li Chengzuo then pressed for a moment, his eyes lingering on Jiang Xizhu's hand for a while, which brought out a sense of relaxation, and the murderous intent in the handsome peach blossom eyes was still there, just following the movements of his fingertips little by little, Danglingly, he crawled back into the depths of his eyes.

"Emperor Yu Chao!" The assassin didn't leave, not only didn't leave, but he took a step forward, clutching his shoulders, "We Khitan people are never afraid of war, but our swords are always held for ourselves, and our blood is shed for us , we want to protect our grassland and family! If we are not desperate! We never want to get involved in your scramble and killing! Don’t you know why we will..."

"Enough!" Li Chengzuo stopped drinking, and yelled the assassin's unfinished words back to his heart-piercing chest and abdomen.

Xu Shi belatedly realized that his voice contained too much ferocity, Li Chengzuo paused, and then slowly squeezed out a smile that he thought was kind as before.

But in Jiang Xizhu's eyes, this smile can scare and cry ignorant children.

"I know everything. I already understood the nonsense you want to say." He got used to it, as if he had finally found the right path, and he completely changed the appearance of the cynical and foolish prodigal that he used to pour on himself. Xu Quanwei found it back, "But you are so stupid that you still don't understand why I want to cripple your arm?"

The figure of the masked assassin paused for a moment, and the originally fierce wolf eyes showed a trace of bewilderment. I don't know whether it was shocked by Li Chengzuo's "knowledge", or he was really determined to take it seriously. Thinking about how he angered Lee Seung-jo.

The faces of the luthiers were as expressionless as ever, but at this moment, the blank expressions formed a pale background, which made the bewilderment in his eyes even more abrupt, making him look like the only one in a dream. sober.

Looking at him, Jiang Xizhu suddenly felt a little indescribable sadness.

However, in this vast world of mortals, after all, there is no such thing as "empathy".

Li Chengzuo looked at Jiang Xizhu's hands and behind his ears repeatedly, and made sure that apart from that, there was nothing abnormal about Jiang Xizhu's body at last, and he finally gave up the tightness that seemed to be nothing at all. At the same time, he finally exhausted his last trace of patience.

"Khitan people, I intend to let you go, why don't you go?" Li Chengzuo smiled, his peach blossom eyes were neither happy nor angry, but there was disturbing teasing and playing hard to get, he looked up at the already dark sky , The bright light of the torch has already faintly penetrated from the distant sky, which is the mighty momentum of the imperial guards marching in the capital.

Li Chengzuo felt that this scene was a bit boring, and the corners of his lips pursed into a line unhurriedly raised a trace: "If you don't leave, my shadow will meet you..."

The lingering sound of the word "Le" has not dissipated in the evening wind.

As if to prove that he was the golden crow ordered by the sky, the roof of the originally sloppy house suddenly became darker and brighter, and suddenly jumped down from the hollow where Jiang Xizhu's letter arrow blasted the skylight open. Four figures dressed in black.

The gestures of the four of them raising their hands and landing in one go, the subtle penetrating sound and the countless silver needles that suddenly shot out reflecting the cold light seemed to form a rain of flowers all over the sky.

The masked assassin didn't expect this attack, and the posture of leading people to avoid it was somewhat indescribably hasty.

The four of them were dressed in black and lined up in front of Li Chengzuo and Jiang Xizhu like a human wall. Before they had time to kneel down and salute, they gave priority to protecting the two of them with their bodies, and the leader pleaded guilty: "Subordinate The rescue came late, the emperor forgives me."

According to the normal situation, the ceremonies of the monarch and ministers at this time are all false, even if the family is ransacked and beheaded afterwards, as the emperor, at this time, he should express his praise for his loyal escort to Aiqing.

However, Li Chengzuo didn't take this at all, he lost his face when he said it, and he didn't save any sympathy: "I know that I came late and there are so many nonsense! Seeing the sky, I just talk and don't know how to work! I will punish you when I go back. Then kneel on the washboard for half a month!"

Jiang Xizhu: "..."

... Emotional Li Chengzuo, as an emperor, has a lot of life experience, and even knows what a washboard is.

Prime Minister Jiang seemed to suddenly know why Shadow had come so late. If it was him, he would have the heart to collect the body after the emperor died.

The leader, Ying Ying, was silent for a while, he didn't know if he was choked by the emperor, or he was crying and laughing silently, but it was hard for him to have such an insignificant master who still remembered to do his duty.

"The minister is dead." He said, "Please retreat to a safe place with the emperor and Prime Minister Jiang, and leave the ministers to deal with these foreigners with ulterior motives!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he had already rushed out first. If Li Chengzuo's three punches and two kicks were already masterful, then the shadow four would undoubtedly go one step further. Since ancient times, martial arts competitions have followed an unchanging truth ——Two fists can't beat four hands, a hero can't hold back many people.

However, this truth among masters seems to be invalid. The masked assassin was injured, not a minor injury. Facing the siege of four shadows with high martial arts, it should have been extraordinarily difficult, but the real situation But that's not the case, even if Jiang Xizhu didn't know anything about martial arts, he could already tell that even though the assassin's arm was broken, the dexterity of his steps and movements never stopped at all, and he was even more dexterous than before. The arm that should be a burden hangs down in vain, but it can always escape the shadow's four-sided attack. The long sword in his hand is like a glimpse of a shadow, and with an incredible tricky movement, he escapes from the encirclement.

Jiang Xizhu was shocked by his strange movement, and he didn't react for a long time, and he didn't realize that Li Chengzuo beside him almost narrowed his charming eyes with murderous intent: "The choir."

what?

Jiang Xizhu didn't hear clearly, he just wanted to ask but he didn't seize the opportunity, and he didn't come in time to hold the emperor who was about to try again.

He watched helplessly as Li Chengzuo stepped forward, bent his fingers into a ring, and a phantom that pierced the space popped up in the air. A group of luthiers who decided to stand by and watch.

To be more precise, his goal is the piano in the luthier's arms.

The volley pointed out that it didn't carry any real objects, but the wind knife that carried the internal force seemed to cut iron like mud, and everything it passed was vulnerable to a single blow under it. Those few expressionless luthiers all showed a look of panic. Their faces were pale and cold sweat was like rain, their hands seemed to be numb, and the posture of holding the violin was completely out of shape, so that the violin fell to the ground one after another.

At the same time, the resounding sound of broken strings was like the ferocious and desperate wailing of a wild beast when it was cornered.

The assassin who was able to escape from the siege of the four shadows vigorously just now seemed to have run out of fuel suddenly, and was powerless to resist, so he could only flee decisively and in a hurry. In the blink of an eye, he had already brought He followed the terrified luthiers back to the exit a few meters away.

He obviously saw Li Chengzuo's exquisite finger that broke the strings in the air. He was extremely critical at this moment, but he still faced Li Chengzuo with fear in his eyes: "Picking flowers and picking leaves... who are you?!"

People who practice martial arts, if they are masters who have reached the state of selflessness, the world and all things are one, leaning on the green and nestling in the red, picking flowers and picking leaves can hurt people, and standing with hands down is enough to make people shudder.

Jiang Xizhu had only heard of this legend, but had never seen such people with his own eyes. At this moment, he suddenly heard this and was startled. He looked at Li Chengzuo as if he was looking at the most familiar stranger.

Li Chengzuo's expression was indifferent, his eyes were cold, and he looked sideways when he heard the assassin's startled question.

"Who am I?" He smiled, speaking as arrogantly as a bastard as always, "Can you control it?"