Lord, I will write novels to support you

"Speak! Who sent you here?"

Tang Ke stepped on the chest of the leading dark guard and asked in a deep voice.

This group of hidden guards was much more well-trained than the hundreds of people who were ambushing near Tongluo Lane before. Although there were only more than [-] people, Tang Ke had to deal with it for a long time and could not escape.

Moreover, these twenty or so people shot extremely ruthlessly. When confronted with Tang Ke, they all put on a posture of killing each other.

Don't be afraid of the opponent's high martial arts skills, but be afraid that the opponent is not afraid of death.

If it weren't for Tang Ke's status as the number one assassin in the world, I'm afraid he would be handed over to these people today.

At this time, Tang Ke had dislocated the hands and jaw of the leader of the dark guard, preventing him from committing suicide, and picked up the mask of the leader with the knife he had snatched backhand from the opposite side in the previous fight, and the blade touched him. Between eyebrows.

The leader stared back at Tang Ke, determined not to speak.

Tang Ke tentatively asked: "Is it King Jing's Mansion? The Xinghe Gang? Or the Chanyi Sect?" Staring at the other party's face, he tried to get some clues from the subtle reaction.

The person under his feet snorted coldly, a line of black blood flowed from the corner of his lips, his eyes rolled up, and he swallowed directly.

Tang Ke was so angry that he knelt down and put two fingers on his jugular artery, making sure that he was dead. Then he pinched his chin and looked through it, and found that he killed himself by digging out the poison hidden in the root of his tooth with his tongue.

This is the last survivor, just gone.

Tang Ke held back his anger, picked up two dark darts and put them in his pocket, and hurried to the teahouse.

When we got to the door of the teahouse, we could see from a distance that the table by the window had been vacated, and all the hidden guards who were ambushing around the teahouse had also evacuated.

Tang Ke lost his prize when he was fighting with those people just now, and now his arms and face were bleeding in many places, if he continued to stay, he might be targeted by the patrolling head, if he was dragged to the Yamen for questioning, he might cause trouble. I had no choice but to turn back home.

Back in the suburban house, Tang Ke dragged out the first-aid kit under the bed, cleaned the wound, bandaged it, took off the cloak, and found that it was torn in several places. The small box of the book was carried up, and the thick twine inside was used to sew up at will.

On the other side, it was getting late, and Zhu Wenzhen took a rest directly in the backyard of Luming Villa.

His complexion was frighteningly gloomy all night, and the servants who served the dinner shrugged their shoulders and put their heads between their heads, not daring to take a breath.

After taking a bath and changing clothes at night, Zhu Wenzhen thought about being released as pigeons during the day, and the more he thought about it, the more angry he became.

Geng Xiaobo had previous experience. When he and Zhu Wenzhen came to Zhuangzi this time, they prepared the first few volumes of the novel early and ordered someone to put them on the desk in the study, in case of emergencies.

It's just that he didn't expect that the stall owner selling books would be so reckless that he dared not to go to their lord's appointment, he really didn't want to.

The plan couldn't keep up with the change, Geng Xiaobo first helped the prince pay for the tea cup he smashed in the afternoon, dealt with the teahouse owner for a long time, and then when he went to recall the hidden guards, he learned that there were signs of a fight in the bushes near the teahouse, and panicked He led a group of people to investigate in the bush for a while.

When he returned to Zhuangzi, Geng Xiaobo wanted to report the suspicious whereabouts in the bush to the prince, but was stopped by the eunuch Guan Zhong who was guarding outside the door, saying that the prince had already rested and told him to report tomorrow if he had something to say.

When Guan Zhong said this, his eyes slowly scanned Geng Xiaobo from head to toe, and finally looked at his pair of muddy cloth shoes, and said, "Although he is our Lord's personal bodyguard, he is brought with him every day. But the guard Geng is too proud of his favor, this dirt-covered person just wants to enter the prince's bedroom, dirtying the room is a minor matter, but dirtying the prince's eyes is a serious matter."

Geng Xiaobo lowered his head and took a look at himself. He felt that it was really inappropriate to go to see the prince in such a gray suit. He would not be able to see the princes around for a while, so he went back to the servant's yard to fetch water and wash. After cleaning up, he came back. Noticing that the prince had gone to the study, it was only then that he remembered that those few volumes of "The Merry Prince and the Beautiful Prince" were still neatly stacked on the desk in the study, so he rushed to the study in fright.

"My lord—"

As soon as Geng Xiaobo entered the study, he saw Zhu Wenzhen leaning against the table with a coat over his shoulders, staring blankly at the stack of books on the table.

Geng Xiaobo was so frightened that he fell to his knees with a plop, and was hit in the face by Zhu Wenzhen who picked up the book.

"Get out! Burn all this novel for me!"

Geng Xiaobo knelt and went forward, put away the books scattered all over the floor, turned his head and ran out of the door, and was about to step over the threshold when Zhu Wenzhen stopped him again.

"return!"

Geng Xiaobo looked bewildered, and moved back with a few booklets in his arms.

"Put the book down, you go out."

"My lord," Geng Xiaobo held his neck and refused to put down the book, "If you don't see it, you don't have to—"

"—Talk," Zhu Wenzhen said coldly, "put it down and get out."

Geng Xiaobo could only put the book back on the desk, turned around and left silently.

Zhu Wenzhen took the booklet in his hand and read it several times again. Seeing the endless love between the lines, he sighed, thinking in his heart that to be able to write such words, he must be really emotional for himself. Yes, it's not like lying to him.

But why didn't he show up today?

Why can a person who has such pure love for himself be so full of lies and broken promises?

Because I was negotiating with him in the capacity of Geng Chunhuai, did he like to ignore the answer and break the appointment at will?

Thinking of this, Zhu Wenzhen sighed more and more deeply. He tightened his coat on his shoulders, got up and opened the window sash, leaned against the window and looked up at the cool moonlight, "Xiao Ke, you are not only deeply affectionate, but also dedicated to I'm the only one in love, isn't it?"

A black shadow rushed in from the window, and suddenly stuck behind Zhu Wenzhen.

"Well--!"

When Zhu Wenzhen came back to his senses and opened his mouth to call someone, he was already wrapped around his neck by the other party, covering his mouth tightly.

"Don't call, it's me."

Tang Ke whispered behind Zhu Wenzhen.

Zhu Wenzhen looked at him with wide eyes, the corners of his eyes were a little red, and he moaned a few times from his covered mouth.

Seeing that he looked like a frightened kitten, Tang Ke unconsciously loosened his grip.

Zhu Wenzhen took the opportunity to bite him on the tiger's mouth, and when Tang Ke flinched in pain, he turned around and broke free from his arms, glaring at him angrily.

"You...you are presumptuous!"