Sword three of Pinghu Qiuyue

that night.

General Kou's mansion is full of singing and dancing, and the maids are like butterflies, weaving back and forth in front of the exquisitely decorated carved beams and painted buildings.

Tonight is Kou Jianhua's [-]th birthday. Senior military officials came to congratulate him one after another. The attendants and servants looked nervous, afraid of making a mistake.

Ye Shunhua looked down at the people coming and going in the general's mansion, and couldn't help sighing secretly.

General, it is not easy to live past fifty.

He is not a general, so he doesn't know which is better, to die in battle at a young age, or to grow old amidst flowers and flowers.

He doesn't understand, and doesn't need to understand.

Ye Shunhua thought to himself that he would never live a long life, and he was never greedy for unnecessary life extension.

There was a lot of noise coming from the main hall in the distance, he looked up at the sky, the time was just right.

With a little tiptoe, he jumped off the roof and landed silently.

Tonight, the only uninvited guest in the entire general's mansion happened to be walking towards the side hall of the backyard in his spare time.

At this time, just as the birthday banquet started, the servants and guests were all in the front hall, but the backyard was as quiet as usual.

The footsteps of the boots tapping the ground are also very clear.

He knows very well that people who engage in such activities will definitely not live long.

There was a guard standing in front of the locked door. When he saw him, he greeted him with a smile, "The celebration in the main hall has begun, and the general ordered me to come and collect the gift."

The guard looked at him suspiciously, "I wonder if this young master is..."

The pitch-black sword passed through the heart suddenly, and before half a word was spoken, there was no sound.

"The Valley of the Wicked, Ye Shunhua." Looking at the corpse at his feet, he said calmly.

It was late at night, and Li Chongye was still staying at his friend's house, continuing to drink the wine he hadn't finished at noon today.

On weekdays, even if he is not on duty, he is willing to stay in the barracks for twelve hours a day, but since alcohol is banned in the army, he hasn't had enough.

For General Li, who has always abided by military discipline, this was an unprecedented experience.

Even I don't know why, maybe I just want to get drunk for a while.

At this time Lu Li was still in the camp and hadn't returned, he was the only one in the huge mansion, except for the servants.

Li Chongye actually knew that his callback was not without warning. He knew it very well, better than anyone else, and it was not once or twice that he was pushed out in the army.

At first he didn't care, but now he is beginning to taste the consequences.

Who knows what's next?

Footsteps sounded, and then someone pushed the door open and entered.

"Fortunately, Chong Ye came back this time, otherwise I really don't know when we will see you next time."

Lu Li, Young Master Lu, the owner of this house, Li Chongye's best friend and colleague.

As soon as he came back, he sat down across from Li Chongye and filled himself with wine, "I heard that the Shence Army in Longmen are very cunning, and that stupid fool who overestimated his abilities fell into a big fall. I'm still in trouble." I'm glad I lost the battle once."

The "idiot" in his mouth naturally refers to the lieutenant who pretended to be the leader of the army.

Li Chongye's expression darkened when he heard the words, "Lu Li, do you know how many comrades in arms died in Longmen this time, and you still have the mood to joke."

Lu Li knew his character well, so he didn't take it seriously, he was silent for a while and then said: "What bad idea did this kid come up with to call you back?"

Speaking of his worries, Li Chongye still had his usual expression on his face, "I heard that the homes of many high-ranking officials in Chang'an have recently been stolen, and the amount is not small, so I sent me to take a look."

Lu Li was startled, and immediately said in surprise: "Just for this?"

Li Chongye sighed, "Maybe it's really tricky this time."

"fart!"

Even though he knew that Lu Li was defending himself, he couldn't help shaking his head secretly.

The wolf of the Eastern Capital is to defend the Great Tang. If he is bullied, what kind of wolf is he called?

"I have also investigated this matter a little bit. The assailant is very special, and the idlers will never do anything to him."

"Oh? How special?"

"He never thought of hiding his identity at all, it seems that he did it on purpose for us to see."

Only now did Lu Li get serious, "Who is he?"

Li Chongye ran his finger across the rim of the cup, "The Valley of the Wicked, Ye Shunhua."

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