[Marco Polo] Where is Homecoming?

It is easy to sneak into the bedroom of real gold, but it is as difficult as skyrocketing to stay in it for an hour or so.In the past three months, he was familiar with the guards at the gate when he came in and out. Not long after entering, it happened to be a shift change, so he stayed silently.

Zhenjin's bedroom is very simple, and he had all the complicated decorations removed.The children who crawled and rolled on the grassland have always had limited tenderness towards beautiful things, which is why they have developed such a fierce and violent temper.Marco thought to himself while rummaging, but at that moment he suddenly heard footsteps.

It's real gold.

Shouldn't he be presiding over the general meeting today?Why are you back so early?

Marco panicked, hearing the footsteps getting closer and closer, he had no time to think about it, and finally panicked and slipped under the bed.

Just as he pulled down the edge, Zhen Jin opened the door and walked in.

He paused for a moment, as if he had noticed something unusual, turned his heel to look around, and Marco's heart was almost in his throat.Fortunately, the crown prince's suspicion didn't last long. Maybe he didn't find anything missing, so he sat on the couch. Marco heard a rustling sound. He should be taking off his clothes, and then he took off his boots and went to bed. The ankle flashed past Marco's eyes.

Ma Ke was anxious, not only did he not get the jade seal, but if his whereabouts were exposed, it was not a joke, so he had to wait for Zhen Jin to fall asleep to escape.

However, Zhen Jin had a heavy heart and a shallow sleep, tossing and turning for a long time before gradually becoming quiet.I don't know how long it took, Marco curled up under the bed and was almost stiff, but he still didn't dare to act rashly. He didn't know how soundly the little prince was sleeping, so he stayed like this for a long time. Just when Marco was about to fall asleep , The bedroom door suddenly opened slightly, and a man walked in from the outside.

Ma Ke was lying under the bed, unable to see the man's upper body, but saw his lower body in a green robe and black trousers, with a knife on his belt, a gold plaque hanging on his belt, and white soap boots. He turned out to be a guard with a knife in the palace.

The guard walked very fast, and came straight to the prince's brocade couch without a sound and a gust of wind. Marco was startled, the person who came was coming towards him, but when his heart was palpitating, the guard had already stepped forward to the couch , and then stepped onto the bed.

Marco was stunned for two or three seconds.

When he came back to his senses, he felt ten thousand Mongolian horses galloping past his heart.Fuck you, the real gold little prince can't see it. No wonder after the invasion of Xiangyang, a woman has nothing to gain. It turns out that she has other plans. The three concubines with a lot of affection can't give birth to a baby. There is a reason... …

The vibration from the bed seemed to confirm his guess even more. Accompanied by the strange panting and the sound of cloth being torn, Marco lamented how fierce the little prince was and felt that if he climbed out now, he would definitely enjoy a live erotic palace.

"Come here... um!"

Huh, something seems wrong... At that moment, a terrible idea exploded in Marco's mind:

This is not a erotic palace at all, this is an assassination!

Marco, startled by this thought, almost jumped up.

"save……!"

Zhenjin was obviously in danger, and there was only a whimper as soon as the voice came out.Marco couldn't bear it anymore, he rolled out from under the bed with a grunt.

The sight in front of me was truly frightening.

The real gold prince held his neck with both hands, his face was livid, and his whole body was pressed against the head of the bed, his black hair was loose, and his face was full of ferocious fear. There was a person bending his knees on him, making him unable to move.The man held a thin black iron rope twisted tightly around the prince's neck. The assassin was dressed in the uniform of a bodyguard and gritted his teeth without making a sound. Beside him was a knife inserted into the handrail of the carved cloud, the handle of which seemed to be in disarray. trembling.

Ma Ke suddenly realized that the assassin must have jumped onto the prince's bed just now and killed the prince with a knife. The prince was startled and dodged, and the knife was stuck on the bed. The assailant immediately wrapped a wire around his neck. I couldn't breathe. Fortunately, I reached out and grabbed the iron chain in time, so I didn't get strangled all of a sudden.

At this critical moment, he didn't have time to think about picking up a large porcelain vase at the foot of the bed, and with a loud roar, he raised the porcelain vase and threw it at the assassin.

A loud bang startled all three of them, and the fragments scattered all over the ground. Time seemed to be slowed down suddenly. The assassin straightened up, shook his body once or twice, and then slowly turned around. .

At that moment, Ma Ke felt that the blood all over his body was congealed, and at that moment he suddenly felt a death breath—a death breath that would kill him in a moment!

At the moment of distraction, Ma Ke only felt a sword flash in front of his eyes, and a hole was split in his chest.He covered his chest and raised his head, only to see the three-foot sharp blade slashing head-on.

"stop!"

The assassin turned.

——— Zhen Jin has picked up the hanging long sword at some point, and saw that he is lonely and cold, his face is cold and cold, the curtain behind him is rolled up, the light of the sword in his hand is flashing, and his long black hair is flying behind him.

Everything was quiet, and the sky paled.

Time seemed to stand still.Only he descends slowly through time and space like a god.

In fact, it was only a momentary thing. When he came back to his senses, the man had raised the knife and dropped it lightly and casually, like cutting tofu. The sword light rose from the ground silently and swept over his neck.

The hot blood rushed into the air accompanied by a head.

The assassin's head fell next to Marco's face, and the real gold sword was standing beside the bed, his chest heaved violently, and the red mark on his neck was shocking, but his eyes seemed to be like a flame burning in hell, Suddenly he raised his sword and stabbed at the man's body again!He stabbed with a sword like crazy, like a Shura from hell.Blood splattered, splashed on his clothes, and splashed on his face.

The guards who arrived afterward were stunned by the sight in front of them. Zhen Jin suddenly pulled out the sword from the man and turned his head suddenly.His eyes were terrifying, his expression was ferocious, and his face was covered with blood, which shocked the people outside the door for a while.

Marco turned his head away and didn't dare to look, the strong smell of blood made him want to vomit, he clutched his chest and tried to stand up—but was stopped.

Zhen Jin dropped his sword and leaned over to check his injuries, but he couldn't see anything, only faintly heard him calling his name in his ear, Marco, Marco, Marco.

At the end of his consciousness, he felt that he could not hear anything. The blood flowing freely on the carpet reminded him of the gentle running water in Italy, and the buzzing sound in his ears reminded him of the evening bells in Venice. He thought of those At night in his hometown, he looked down at the entire peaceful city from the spires. The moonlight was like a sad river, and the night wind blew the wanderer's dreams long... He thought of his deceased mother, and the memories of his hometown. Father, he thought of Our Lady, thought of God...he thought of the night when the Three Sisters shone, he snuggled up in his father's arms, on his boat, listening to him tell about those fantastic journeys.

The last thing he thought of was that he hadn't told the story of his hometown to Abi in the noodle shop.

When Marco woke up, he found that he was still lying in his shabby little house, and there was no one around him.

He touched his chest and found that the wound had been treated, but the fever brought about by the trauma still made him weak. He felt dizzy and thirsty.

Just when he was looking around, he saw a glass of water on the bedside, so he tried his best to reach out to get it.

His fingertips finally touched the wall of the cup, but

Snapped.

The water glass shattered on the ground.

Damn it, Marco thumped out of the bed with the last of his strength.At this moment, he suddenly remembered the letter and his confidence sank. He touched his chest, and the letter was indeed gone.

"anyone there?"

He shouted hoarsely, but no one answered.

After a long time, a little boy tentatively probed.

"Master Polo, what are your orders?"

"How long have I slept?"

The child counted on his fingers.

"Probably... two days and two nights."

"Has the prince been here?"

he asked, but the boy just shook his head blankly.

"No, I have never seen His Royal Highness the Crown Prince."

Marco's heart sank slowly.The letter written in his handwriting, combined with the fact that he was lurking in his bedroom most of the night, Zhen Jin must have known about his plot.But thinking of this, he calmed down.

"You go down."

"and many more."

The boy stopped, and Marco held his forehead weakly.

"Can you get me a glass of water?"

After lying on the bed for a few days, Marco was able to go to the ground. After feeling better, he started to do some paperwork. During this period, Zhen Jin never came to see him, until one day he was summoned suddenly.

Marco felt that the sky was about to fall, he knew what he had written in that letter, and he described him in a tone of real gold as a poor little man who was eager to win his father's favor through his actions .He had thought it would work, but now that he thought about it, he was naive.

When he came to the prince's bedroom anxiously, Zhen Jin was sitting on the edge of the bed and flipping through the documents. When he saw him coming, he picked up the letter.

"I want to send it to Da Khan in my name, huh?"

He raised his eyes to look at him, and Marco felt like a lump in his throat, and he couldn't find a word to say yes, but it was disrespectful to keep silent, so he had to mutter:

"...I thought that in the name of His Highness, His Majesty would definitely consider..." "That's fine."

Marco immediately shut up, he thought that the real gold would be furious, but no, the little prince just shook his head.

"... Polo, Polo, you really don't have enough heads to cut off even ten heads..."

He stood up, and Marco took a step back instinctively, but the other party was not coming towards him, and Zhen Jin walked away while holding the letter.

"...I admire your learning ability. It really resembles my words. Tell me, Latin, are you prepared?"

He squinted at him, and walked to the case while talking.

"...The whole article is full of nonsense. My father hated those literati who are full of words in his life. All words are worthless in front of his interests and will."

As he spoke, he put the letter on the case and turned to face the bookcase.

"...you should be thankful I'm not my father, or you'd be on your way to the gallows by now."

While he was talking, he was busy, but he didn't see how he was working. Suddenly, a hidden box popped up, and the real gold took out something from it.

"...Also, it is extremely disrespectful to speculate on the Crown Prince's thoughts."

He paused, and Marco's eyes widened, because it was the jade seal he was holding in his hand!

"but……"

As Zhen Jin spoke, he suddenly stopped, and saw that he was holding the jade seal in both hands, hesitated a little, and slowly covered the letter.

"However, I appreciate your courage. Although you wrote me as a small and ridiculous person here, if this can save a city, it might not be worth a try."

He raised his head, picked up the letter on the case, rolled it up, stuffed it into a small bucket, and handed it to Marco.

"Find someone and send it to Dadu, to Khan, in my name."

Marco couldn't believe his ears, he reached out to take it tremblingly, speechless with excitement.Seeing his appearance, Zhen Jin couldn't help showing a smile, stretched out his hand as if wanting to touch him, but hesitated halfway, and turned to put it on his shoulder.

"...If it wasn't for you that day, I'm afraid I would have gone to Changshengtian now, but at that time I was only focused on venting my anger, which made you miss the best time for treatment."

He said indifferently, but this expression was quickly replaced by a vicious look.

"...I have been investigating for the past few days. Although I have not been able to find the instigator behind it, I have also found several organizations with evil intentions. In front of the people of the city, I cut off their flesh one by one, hoping to play a role Serve as an example to others."

His eyes were cold and deep, and Marco swallowed, a little hesitant.

"Do you want to tell Khan about this matter?"

"Do not."

Zhen Jin refused straight away, he took a long breath and closed his eyes.

"The person who came to assassinate is not from Xiangyang."

tbc

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