The villain is far from my CP!

The moon is dark and the night is murderous, and the wind is high and the sky is set on fire.

When it was dark in the Eastern Capital, every night walker walking on the street would inevitably feel a little frightened.

But for those with ulterior motives in the dark night, such a night is the best protective color.

In the hiding place around Ganfang, a few pairs of eyes glanced at the closed door from time to time, but it was obvious that the dark night and the long-term depression of not gaining anything had gradually relaxed their vigilance.

They are all loyal soldiers under Qi Jingmin's command. Even if the master is demoted to common people, they still only know how to execute orders meticulously.

When danger comes, they can risk their lives, but also because they know that the end point is death, so they are more likely to relax than anyone else in the face of such a boring task that will not die.

So much so that when flames burst into the sky in the middle of Xishui Street, tens of feet east of Qianfang, many of them were yawning tonight's No. 12.

In fact, it is not particularly rare for Dongdu to catch fire at night, and the watchmen didn't pay much attention to it at first.

Then after a few seconds of breathing still, someone suddenly shouted:

"The one on fire seems to be Shenghe!"

Another person shouted heart-piercingly: "Someone is assassinated, save him, go rescue him!"

Dead soldiers, dead soldiers, dying for the master is the destination.

As soon as the word "save him" touched his ears, the body almost formed a conditioned reflex, and the black figures rushed out one after another like arrows leaving the string.

Some people may have hesitated—isn't their task to guard the Qianfang Bank?

But such thoughts were quickly suppressed—if the master died, why would he still be guarding the party?

"They've all been withdrawn." A voice came furtively from the corner where the dead soldiers left.

If they were still there, they must have heard that the timbre of this voice was at least [-]% similar to that of the one who shouted "Sheng He is on fire" and "Save Jia" just now.

The voice fell, followed by a series of figures.

Tall, short, fat and thin, they all hunched over and sprinted along the back wall into Qianfang's back door.

At the same time as the mechanism in the darkroom in the backyard was turned on, inconspicuous red fireworks flashed silently in the night sky.

The night in the eastern capital, in this short half-cup of tea room, returned from the soaring noise to silence again.

Just like Qi Jingmin's heart, from soaring anger to depression with nowhere to vent.

The young man's face was gloomy, one part was smoked by the black ashes of the fire, and the other part was alive with anger.

The cuff on the left forearm was cut with a sharp weapon, and while the broken fabric was dangling, bright red liquid dripped down the fingers.

"Your Highness's injury, this subordinate will go find a doctor for you right away!" A maidservant was so bold that she came up to her with tears in her eyes, wanting to give charcoal and hospitality in a timely manner.

Unexpectedly, Qi Jingmin raised his hand suddenly and grabbed her neck.

The young man's eyes were bloodshot, and he said grimly, "Master, what doctor are you going to invite, huh?"

"His Royal Highness, the body of a thousand gold, should not be delayed by those market doctors!"

The servant girl was so frightened that her face turned pale, and after a long while she squeezed her throat, she finally squeezed out two words.

"Too, doctor."

"Heh." Qi Jingmin snorted coldly, and threw the maid aside.

"Enter the palace for me, no, there is no need to enter the palace," Qi Jingmin narrowed his eyes slightly, "Go directly to Master Feng's residence in the Grand Hospital, and bring him here!"

"Yes!" A guard hurried away.

On the other side, other guards extinguished the burning room as quickly as possible, which was Qi Jingmin's sleeping room.

At the same time, the subordinates who went to hunt down the assassins also came back, and the leader was dripping blood on his sword, and replied blankly:

"It was a premeditated retreat. A red light flashed in the sky just now, like a messenger firework commonly used in the army. This group of people began to flee quickly, and the subordinates did not have time to catch up."

This person is the deputy commander of the forbidden army in the palace, and his ancestors have been loyally surrounded by the queen's family for generations.

Ever since something happened to Tongle, Qi Jingmin recruited the dignified deputy commander from the queen to be his personal guard.

On weekdays, Qi Jingmin respected the deputy commander three points because of the Queen's face, but today, he couldn't bear it anymore and kicked him.

"Deputy Commander of the Forbidden Army, Your Highness has been assassinated, what face will I have to come back if I can't catch you!"

The deputy commander frowned imperceptibly.

The assassin's premeditated retreat was most likely to divert the tiger away from the mountain. Maybe another group of people waited for the guards to leave just now, and made another surprise attack. Wouldn't Qi Jingmin be powerless to fight back by then?

But he didn't say these words, just kept silent and lowered his head.

I don't want Qi Jingmin's face to be even uglier.

In fact, he used to like those self-righteous people who lowered their heads, but since Qi Changting, who always lowered his head, turned up and bit him, he suddenly realized that those people lowered their heads not sincerely.

The young man stared at the deputy commander gloomily, and the corners of his lips twitched suddenly.

Because when he thought of Qi Changting just now, a brilliant idea popped up in his mind.

"Get up, it's because the hall didn't think carefully." Qi Jingmin said lightly: "However, I have to trouble the deputy commander to find out about the assassin as soon as possible."

"The minister will do his best." The deputy commander should naturally do so.

Then Qi Jingmin said again: "The red light flashing across the sky is actually seen in the main hall, it is to the west, isn't it?"

To the west, the commander was slightly taken aback, it was indeed the west.

However, it was a little surprising that His Highness could notice this matter at that time.

"Besides, this palace sees that the commander's sword is stained with blood, so in fact, the commander's martial arts skills are world-class, but he still killed an assassin, right?" Qi Jingmin asked again.

This...but never, the deputy commander's face was slightly hesitant.

Those assassins didn't seem to be very powerful in combat, but their lightness skills were extraordinary. He was impatient and peaceful, so he only injured one person, and he didn't have time to kill him in the future.

This was forced by the situation, but also due to his own lack of strength. The deputy commander just wanted to admit it, but Qi Jingmin continued to say, "Oh, you have already seen the corpse, and the firework is in the west, so I doubt it." This assassin is from Qianfang Bank."

"?!" The deputy commander was completely stunned.

He didn't, so why did it go to Qianfang Qianzhuang?

It is good that the firework of the message is raised in the west, but the exact location is not easy to judge. How can it be asserted that it is the dry side?

However, after all, he has been in the officialdom of Dongdu for nearly ten years, and after a short pause, he suddenly realized Qi Jingmin's purpose.

Behind the dry square is His Highness the Third!

This is to create something out of nothing, to frame and blame!

The deputy commander's scalp suddenly felt numb, and a cold sweat broke out on his back.

At this time, the young man's faint questioning voice came from above his head again: "So, Commander, do you think what I said is true or not?"

The deputy commander's throat rolled, and from the corner of his eye, Qi Jingmin took out a long sword and wiped it carefully.

He felt that if he dared to say a word of no, the sword would cut off his head mercilessly, even if he was the dignified deputy commander of the forbidden army.

"...Yes, what His Highness said is exactly what I want to say."

Qi Jingmin smiled, smiling happily, from the heart.

"Okay, very good," the young man said excitedly, feeling that the wound on his arm didn't hurt so much, "then please trouble your lord to lead the troops, and tonight I will steal the bottom of Qianfang's bank. positions, all of them will be detained.”

"Not a single one!"

Xishui Street, which had been silent for a quarter of an hour, became chaotic again.

The flames were still raging, but this time, the difference was that the flames burned directly into the street.

A large number of officers and soldiers came out, holding densely packed torches in their hands. If the footsteps were not loud, it would really be comparable to a night walk of ghosts.

A few days ago, Qianfang Cabinet, which had just suffered a catastrophe, fell into the precarious situation again.

No, maybe this time, it will collapse directly.

In the nearby shops, the courageous guys peeked at the posture on the street and were frightened. When they saw the officers and soldiers kicking open the door of Ganfang, they shrank back in horror.

But at this moment, the neighbors are not the only ones who are frightened.

In the hidden darkroom in the underground of Ganfang's backyard, Qi Tonghe, the client of the bank and the current shopkeeper, was already so nervous that his heart was about to spit out.

In the darkroom, there is a secret copper pipe leading directly to the inside of the dry square, and any movement can be transmitted in.

The sound of officers and soldiers smashing and smashing almost filled the dark room.

"Crazy, you are really crazy." He pointed at Baiqiao with a trembling finger, "I told you earlier, this time will definitely anger Qi Jingmin, let him use his tricks, and simply use this to ruin Qian Fang!"

"No, it's not just Qian Fang. The deployment of the forbidden army this time has completely torn the face. Maybe even our dark room will be dug out!"

Qi Tonghe said, as if he was out of breath with horror, he had to lean on the wall to rest.

When he heard Bai Qiao's decision last night, he was firmly against it.

Yes, doing so can achieve all their goals, whether it is to lead out the Taiyuan Hospital, or take advantage of the chaos to return to the Qianfang.

But then?

Qi Tonghe didn't dare to think about it at all.

But he didn't expect that Baiqiao actually had Qi Changting's token, and he could issue orders directly past him.

His little master, who had been wise and powerful for ten years, was defeated by this little girl!

Qi Tonghe thought in despair.

Beside the table not far from him, the dim candlelight cast a heavy shadow on the girl's side face.

There are files spread out on the table, but the light is not bright enough for reading.

Only Baiqiao knew that her palms were already soaked with sweat.

"I won't find this dark room." She said, but she didn't know if it was for Qi Tonghe or herself.

In the room that day, she tried hard to recall the plot in the book, and remembered that Qi Jingmin originally planned to let Qi Changting go, and even expressed his opinion in front of the court in front of all the ministers, but was assassinated by Qi Changting later, completely chilling her heart, So he started chasing and killing Qi Changting justifiably.

At that time, I was filled with righteous indignation, but now I am in it, but I feel strange everywhere.

For example, why did Qi Jingmin conclude that the assassination was led by Qi Changting, and another example is that the assassin who threw the sky wanted to kill him alone, but he was not injured in the end.

Bai Qiao originally thought that she had missed something, but at a certain moment, she suddenly realized that it might not be her memory that was wrong, but that this incident was directed and acted by herself.

As soon as this idea came out, it instantly became a prairie fire.

The more Bai Qiao thought about it, the more he felt that this might be the case. If it was really like in the book, how could Qi Changting have drawn so many assassins at that time, how could he have died so easily and tragically.

This is a bit too hot.

Bai Qiao grinds his back molars and thinks for a long while, and finally thinks of today's plan.

Anyway, Qi Jingmin will use assassination to force Fang sooner or later, so it's better to hold the initiative in his own hands.

Don't you want to be assassinated?OK, then give him a real one!

Of course, they alone cannot kill Qi Jingmin right now.

But if you don't ask him to hang some color, you will be sorry for the bad things you are doing right now.

Bai Qiao made up his mind, the only thing he needed to worry about next was how they would avoid Qi Jingmin's pursuit after the assassination.

The first thing she thought of was Qianfang's secret room.

According to the style of the original book, if Qian Fang's secret room hidden so deep is discovered, Qi Jingmin must be praised, but there is absolutely no such plot in the text after she confirmed it.

So, things became what they are now.

Except for the two guards who were in charge of contacting the Santang Pharmacy, everyone else hid in this secret room of less than [-] square meters, including the poison master that Bai Xiao and Qi Yunzheng lent them.

They have prepared sufficient supplies, and it will not be a problem to live for two months.

——As long as Qi Jingmin can't find this secret room.

He should not be able to find the secret room designed by Qi Changting himself.

Bai Qiao murmured softly in his heart, rubbed the exquisitely crafted folding fan on the table, and finally felt a little bit of fear belatedly.

But I don't regret it.

So her Third Highness, please don't let her down.