If you don't go to the house, you are not a gentleman

As soon as the masked man finished speaking, the wooden fan in Baili's hand fell down.

An Le was stunned for a moment, took the wooden fan casually, and said in a low voice, "What did he say?"

Baili smiled stiffly, "I didn't hear clearly..."

An Le: "..."

The emperor reacted even more, and shouted directly: "Who? Who do you say you are?"

The masked man snorted coldly, and stepped forward with his knife in hand, "The one who took your life, knife ghost!"

Seeing the long knife fall in front of the emperor, the woman beside him screamed, her face was pale, but she was even more beautiful.

……

wrong.

Very wrong.

An Le frowned uncomfortably, and clenched Baili's hand even tighter.

There was no sound outside, the long knife of the masked man did not come down for a long time, the woman's face was pale but there was no trace of fear.

An Le's face turned pale suddenly, and he dragged Baili Fei to run outside.

"Oops, it's a trap!"

But An Le was still a step too late, two black shadows suddenly appeared outside the door, An Le subconsciously waved his fan to block it, but his lack of martial arts was suppressed by the opponent.

A sword lay across his neck, another person snatched the wooden fan from his hand, and Baili was kicked to the ground.

One of them sneered, "I didn't expect Shi Gui to really come back."

With his back turned to him, An Le couldn't see the face of the visitor clearly, but his voice was very familiar.

The man holding An Le's wrist said: "Quickly tie it back and go to work."

The other person snorted disdainfully, and then slowly began to tie them up.

The wound on An Le's wrist has not yet healed, and now it is tied tightly again, causing him to grin his teeth in pain.

Baili was fine, it seemed that because of his status as a poet ghost, the two of them were kind to him.

An Le was still worried about the situation inside, but heard a "boom" inside, followed by a woman's scream.

"..."

One of the visitors said: "Don't look at it, you can't protect yourself, and you still care about others?"

An Le calmly said: "You can't protect yourself?"

"Look, you have been arrested by us."

An Leyou said leisurely: "It means that I won't die yet."

That person: "..."

Another person said indifferently: "Carry people, let them go."

That person: "..."

The two picked them up neatly, and walked carelessly outside the palace. Baili noticed that the guards were all lying on the ground, unconscious.

An Le naturally noticed it too, and he frowned deeply. It seemed that these two people were really difficult to deal with, and all the escape plans in his stomach were useless.

The two carried the person around a corner.

duh!

A golden needle pierced straight into the wooden window, only a hair away from the face of the comer!

The visitor suddenly drew his sword with one hand and roared, "Who?"

An Le looked at the golden needle shining in the moonlight, and raised the corners of his mouth involuntarily.

ghost doctor.

Now that the ghost doctor is here, then——

A black shadow flashed past very quickly, and the visitor felt a chill behind him, only to find a black knife pressed against his back when he came back to his senses!

The other person was extremely calm, "Sword ghost?"

The black shadow's face gradually became clear, and that indifferent white cheek emerged from the haze, but half of his face was wrapped in black silk, revealing a pair of deep pupils, as sharp as an eagle.

"Let go."

The sword ghost said crisply.

The visitor looked at his companion.

The other person nodded, and the two put him down together.

An Le twisted his neck, Dao Gui raised his knife-holding hand, and the rope between An Le and Baili snapped!

The other person seemed to have seen the timing, and stabbed the other arm of the sword ghost with a shining sword!

The dead end of the sword ghost was caught by him, and he couldn't find time to resist it. If he avoided it, he would stab Baili behind him.

Seeing the sword flying straight towards it, a smear of bright red fell from the sky, and the tip of the sword hit the bone of a bright red oil-paper umbrella with a "ding" sound!

The man under the umbrella was handsome and refined, and with a strong swing, the sword bounced away.

The other person obviously felt the strong internal force coming from the tip of the sword, and was bounced away, hitting his companion who came to rescue him, and the two of them hit the wall together.

The ghost doctor turned around and said in displeasure, "Careless?"

Dao Gui's indifferent eyebrows softened instantly, "Sorry."

The ghost doctor embraced him, and said to Anle Baili: "It's late."

An Le said: "It's indeed too late, just now someone pretended to be a sword ghost and came to assassinate the emperor."

The ghost doctor seemed to have expected it long ago, "The rumors in the capital will always be confirmed one day."

Baili said: "You mean, someone has planned it long ago?"

An Le's guess was confirmed, and her heart instantly sank to the bottom - this was simply the worst situation.

Dao Gui glanced at the two people lying on the ground, "What should they do?"

"Don't worry about it. The guards were sprinkled with sleeping powder by them, but the medicine didn't work for a long time, and they were about to wake up."

The implication was obvious, and the four flew out of the palace in an unusually tacit agreement.

The east gradually turns white.

Inn.

The ghost doctor drank his tea slowly, and the knife ghost lay on his lap.

An Le said, "What should we do now?"

The ghost doctor stroked Dao Ghost's head and said, "Stay on the sidelines."

Baili said: "Is the emperor all right?"

"It's simply poor acting skills. That woman is obviously the messenger. The assassin should just be acting with her, and won't really assassinate him." An Le said.

The ghost doctor said, "That woman? What does she look like?"

An Le thought about it for a while, "I can't remember, but it seems quite beautiful."

The ghost doctor asked again: "Is the skin fair? Are the eyes big or small? What is your stature?"

Dao Gui suddenly raised his head and gave a cold look.

The ghost doctor acted as if he didn't see it, and pushed his raised head back.

An Le opened his mouth, and said in a low voice, "It seems that there is a red mole under the left eye." He remembered this feature clearly, because the woman scratched her face when she screamed, and An Le noticed that she almost scratched her face.

The ghost doctor frowned and said, "It's Qingcheng."

Baili raised his eyebrows, "That little girl?"

"You all know each other?"

Baili said: "When I was still prime minister at the time, that little girl had just entered the palace. Because she was born beautiful and was favored alone, the empress once asked me for help in order to suppress her."

"You helped?"

"No."

But the ghost doctor suddenly said: "Qingcheng's real name—"

Baili suddenly changed color, "I remember her last name, Fang?"

Everyone in the world now knows that the noble concubine who dominates the harem is the eldest daughter of the Fang family in the capital.

"The Fang family is planning to get involved in political affairs?"

An Le raised her eyebrows, "Or, want to rebel?"

First, the eldest daughter entered the palace to dominate the harem, and then Qingcheng received the favor alone, no matter how you look at it, it seems that they are letting them go to sleep.

An Le rubbed his wrist, and the wound on it tingled. It seemed that everything was not as simple as he thought. The water here was even deeper.

He is only half way in now, even though he pulled out with filth, he managed to get ashore alive, but if he continued to go deeper—there was more than one danger, he would be drowned in this muddy water in all likelihood.

Looking up, he saw the ghost doctor smiling tenderly at the knife ghost, and he felt that he should be able to walk a little further into the water.

……

Beijing.

Zuo Xiangfu.

Flower ponds, elegant pavilions, fragrant tea, idlers.

A little boy rushed in, stumbling towards the pavilion in the pool.

In the pavilion, there is a person lying half-lying, with loose ink hair, white clothes, and handsome eyes.

Zuo Xiang Mo Huo slowly half-opened his eyes and asked, "Lan Yue? What's wrong?"

Lanyue looked like she was about to cry, "My lord!"

Mo Huo raised her eyebrows and waved to the little boy. Lan Yue immediately rushed to Mo Huo, knelt on the ground, "My lord, someone broke in!"

Mo Huo frowned slightly, "Is that the bearded man?"

Lan Yue choked and shook her head.

"That old fox Song Hui?"

Lanyue wanted to speak but was choked with sobs and couldn't open her mouth, so she had to shake her head again.

Mo Huo's expression changed, "Could it be those three monkeys?"

Lan Yue still shook her head.

Don't be confused: "..."

Lanyue was sobbing, "Yes, it's someone I've never seen before!"

Mo Huo sat up, touched Lanyue's head and said, "Where is that person?"

"Ruoyang stopped him."

Mo Huo imagined a little boy stopping a tall and strong man.

"... Ruoyang really spoiled you." Mo Huo stood up, and when he was about to go out, a figure walked out from the corridor where Lanyue had just entered.

There is also a child with teeth and claws in his hand.

When Lanyue saw her, she cried even more fiercely, "Ruo, Ruoyang!"

Mo Huo didn't see who came clearly, so he could only touch Lanyue's head first, "Don't cry—"

Lanyue cried louder.

Mo Confused: "..."

Ruoyang curled his lips and roared, "Why are you crying!"

Lanyue choked for a moment and stopped.

Mo Confused: "..."

The visitor put Ruoyang down, and Ruoyang immediately ran to Lanyue with oil on his feet.

Mo Huo raised his head, and the visitor stepped forward slowly, and Mo Huo couldn't help dilated pupils.

The face of the visitor was imprinted in his eyes, with a heroic air, his lips were pursed and his brows were furrowed, his complexion was unwell, and the sable fur on his body made him look even more luxurious.

"Don't be disappointed."

The visitor directly called Zuo Xiang Mo Huo by his name.

Mo Huo couldn't help shaking, and gradually revealed a complicated smile, helpless, bitter, but more joyful.

"His Royal Highness the Third Prince—"