The Life of Locking the Heavy Building is Absurd

"My lord, he's back!"

Zhao Wang's family knew that Qibao was quite a few people, but very few had actually seen the face of Dongying boy, and the servant who delivered the report could only rely on a token to confirm his identity.

Han Qi nodded in response: "Let him in!"

As soon as the words fell, a figure hung upside down from the beam in the center of the study.

"Damn it!" The servant yelled loudly, retracted his neck and covered his mouth with one hand, and looked back at King Zhao in panic.

"Your name is Qibao, right?" Zhao Wang held the teacup firmly, and there were no circles of ripples on the water.

"Yes!" Qibao cherished words like gold as always.

"How's the weather in the capital these two days?" Zhao Wang asked casually, a bit homely.

Dark Ninja does not need words, Qibao is not used to this kind of seemingly meaningless conversation, so he simply took out a secret letter from his bosom: "This is from Daoist Guo to the prince!"

"I didn't ask Guo Ziqian, I just asked you how the weather in the capital has been these two days?" Han Qi didn't take the envelope, his brown and black eyes were staring at people hairy.

"..." Don't say he won't be let go, Qibao helplessly organizes his words for a long time: "It was quite hot when I left, but it should have cooled down these days."

The bitterness in his eyes receded, and Han Qi lowered his tone: "Most of them are like this. In September, it's still hot as hell, but in a blink of an eye, it's cold in October. I remember when I was still in the capital...Qibao, do you miss home?" ?”

what is homeAs long as Qibao can remember, he only knows that he is a dark ninja of the Koga tribe, trained as a weapon, without feelings and thoughts.

"If I don't talk, I just want to! I also want to go home. After all, only there can I find what I want... Can you understand what I mean?" Han Qi's eyes flickered.

There was not much emotion on Qibao's face, it was different from indifference, and closer to numbness: "I am Dark Blade, born to protect my master, and should not have my own thoughts. Since I was given to the prince, then you are mine." Master, whether you understand it or not, Qibao will follow the prince's words!"

"Qibao, everyone should have their own plans, no one can just live for others!" Han Qi's mouth twitched: "You too!"

The person hanging upside down disappeared in a blink of an eye. Zhao Wang looked down at the young man who was still sitting on the ground: "If you don't leave, are you waiting for me to carry it?"

Once September is over, it will be colder and colder for Dadu.No matter how the weather changed, the afternoon sun was always extremely bright, shining on the thick and strong chest, making the skin extraordinarily shiny, but a deep red scar on the heart ruined the nearly perfect body.

"The wound has healed and it's hard to tell, but judging from the traces left, it should be caused by this kind of hidden weapon." Gong Ziyuan checked the scar on Han Jing's chest repeatedly, and took a step back: "If it is true as Cheng Qian said, then the attack The prince's assassin is very likely to be from Dongying."

Wan Zixiao raised his eyes and glanced at the dark red wound, hesitatingly said: "First to help Cao Guogong, and then to reverse his good deeds, who would do the unpleasant things at both ends?"

"Then there is a third head." Han Jing straightened his clothes and tightened his belt, pretending to be relaxed: "Someone wants to watch the scene where the snipe and the clam fight!"

Wan Zixiao frowned, kneading his temple with his right hand: "It can't be the emperor! He doesn't have to be like this at all, besides, how could he meet someone from Dongying!"

Han Jing walked around behind Wan Zixiao, gently embraced his thin body, and put a pair of warm and strong palms on his cool fingers: "No matter how you look at it, it must be him! My good third brother who is 'gentle and courteous'!"

The first time he attacked Wan Zixiao at night, he injured but did not kill. It was intended to stir up conflicts between King Jin and Cao Guogong or the emperor.And this time to ensure that He Yudiao will not die, it is to leave an introduction to deal with Cao Guogong.

Get rid of Cao Guogong, and at the same time arouse the conflict between the king of Jin and the emperor. Breaking the three-legged situation will only benefit one person.

Zhao's land is close to the ocean, and has contacts with many countries on the sea, especially Dongying, food, tobacco, silk and porcelain, and everything that can be displayed cannot be traded.Although Jiangdong suffers from frequent floods, it is still a place of abundance on the whole.

Han Qi has the strength and motivation to do so.

Gong Ziyuan never said anything wrong, until Han Jing pulled Wan Zixiao out of the study, he stood up abruptly, and said in a muffled voice: "King Zhao can know Cao Guogong's actions in such detail. Apart from his own participation, the emperor or It is Cao Guogong who must have his people around him!"

Han Jing paused, and laughed softly: "Do you think I don't know? It's just that this court is different from other places. The relationship between the officials, kings and grandchildren is intertwined. No matter how you check the ending, it's just to startle the snake and make you feel ashamed..."

"My lord, don't forget that I'm not a member of the court." Gong Ziyuan raised the corners of his mouth, showing a little complacent expression: "This matter is the most convenient for me to come forward! Gong Ziyuan is willing to do the best for the lord!"

As soon as the voice fell, Han Jing suddenly felt that his hands were empty, and he saw the people around him rushing forward in two steps, and drew out the sword hanging on the wall to hit the chest of the person who had not yet dissipated.Wan Zixiao's long and narrow eyes hung upwards, and her sharp gaze fixed on Young Master Yuan's eyes: "Young Master Yuan, Young Master Yuan hides his head and shows his tail, what is your plan? Who are you? Why does the prince trust you?"

I knew Wan Zixiao was suspicious, but Gong Ziyuan never expected him to act like this, so he choked his head and looked at Han Jing.

The left and right arms fought each other, and the master, Prince Jin, did not stop him. He leaned on the door frame with his arms folded, and his seemingly invisible smile was actually a disgusting gesture of watching a show.

What a husband sings!Young Master Yuan's heart felt cold, if he couldn't tell the reason today, he might really report it at the Palace of the King of Hell.Wan Zixiao's viciousness has long been known to everyone, and it's not unheard of for him to kill and skin him; although Han Jing usually greets people with a smile, he is by no means kind, and he treats his uncle so far, let alone a little boy. Little staff.If you think clearly, you will be less worried. Gong Ziyuan straightened his body, and the short-term panic was swept away. He could not see half of the coercion on his calm face: "My lord, Mr. Wan, the world is so big, who can know everyone, my family It's already run down, and the last name doesn't matter anymore. Whether it's Mr. Yuan or Mr. Yuan, even if it's called Zhang San, Li Si, or Wang Er, there's no difference. The name is just a code name, and what you do is what you can see. The advantage. The villain son Yuan has been in business for many years and has seen too many sufferings in the world. If you want to work for the prince, you believe that you can bring life to the people of Yan.

"Young Master Yuan has a heart of a Bodhisattva." Wan Zixiao's face became even colder, but the sword in his hand was drawn back and hung at his feet: "But this is just a nice way of saying it, how can I believe that you are not for other 'Ming Lords'?" '."

Han Jing smiled meaningfully, hugged Wan Zixiao's shoulder from behind, and snatched the sword from his hand without a trace: "Okay, okay, it's not really a festival. It's just a moment of laughter, Zixiao, You are too into the drama! Mr. Yuan, I have offended you a lot, please forgive me."