steal bi

There are birds singing in the forest, making the mountain road more and more quiet.

The pen in Shen Mingyu's hand was raised and lowered several times, and then lifted again, full ink dripped on the paper, wetting the document he was supposed to present.

The mountain road is bumpy and the journey is difficult. There is no other companion on the road except for an illiterate coachman. Shen Mingyu is sitting in the car. At this moment, it is facing the scorching heat, and the hot sweat is dripping down his back. When he touches the mosquito bite wound, it hurts and itches , very hard to bear.

Shen Mingyu's expression remained unchanged, and her fingers unconsciously tapped on a stack of thick paper on the table.

Compared with Yanzhou's scorching heat and rolling yellow sand, Ningzhou's heat can be described as a fairyland on earth. What's more, he doesn't care about anything outside at all now. It doesn't matter to him whether it's the dog days or the cold winter outside the car. The emperor wrote the letter, but he was entangled in whether to report it truthfully or to conceal it.

What he has under his command is the evidence that Yanzhou Shouyuan Zanbi has been a minister but not a minister for many years, and has overstepped many times.

Shen Mingyu still doesn't know the emperor's attitude. If the emperor picks it up heavily and puts it down gently, Yuan Bi will definitely find out who is in charge of the matter. Even if Yuan Bi doesn't say a word, there is no guarantee that the emperor will not use him as a pacifier to appease the Yuan family. The gift was sent out, but if it was concealed—he was the one who investigated the whole matter, wouldn't Yuan Zanbi thank him for his mercy?

He was terrified and extremely excited, as if he was in front of his eyes, as if his head fell to the ground. Fortunately, the carriage was still parked by the road at this time, and there was no bumpy mountain road to make him even more irritable.

Shen Mingyu picked up the pen, took a deep breath, and wrote, the outside was extremely quiet, he made a plan, and the article was completed in one go.

He took another piece of paper, and was writing about the family stealing the country, when the horse outside the carriage neighed.

Shen Mingyu paused to write, and then remembered that it had been half an hour since Lao Xu went to relieve himself.

Shen Mingyu frowned slightly, and opened the curtain of the car, but saw the green bamboo forest, and there was no one in the distance.

He left Zhongzhou under the secret edict this time, and his identity was not even known, let alone the guards and attendants. In addition, the people who were investigated were special, and he was in danger of his life every step of the way, so he was quite dissatisfied with the driver's behavior of delaying time.

He said, "Old Xu?"

No one answered.

Shen Mingyu looked at the paper under his hand, frowned deeper, and said loudly: "Old Xu?"

Normally, Old Xu would rush over, answering as he ran, why he kept silent today, could there be tigers in Ningzhou?

Shen Mingyu almost made herself laugh, pushed away the pen and paper, purposely raised her face, lifted the curtain and jumped out of the car.

He had just walked around the car, and the majestic expression on his face instantly collapsed.

Lord Shen's handsome face was pale, and beads of sweat were still dripping down his clothes, but this time it turned into cold sweat.

The people lying on the ground were paler than him.

He trembled: "Old Xu?"

The coachman didn't answer, and the dead man wouldn't answer either.

Shen Mingyu originally thought that he was very courageous, but as a civil servant, he could enter and leave the Criminal Department freely, and he could question the bloody prisoners as usual without any influence. He knew very well that some people deserved to die.

But Lao Xu was not. He said half an hour ago that he felt sick to his stomach and wanted to relieve it. He was still alive and kicking at that time.

Shen Mingyu's stomach tightened, she covered her mouth and stepped back.

He didn't look the way and almost tripped over something.

Soft, not big.

Shen Mingyu lowered her head stiffly.

It's a dark thing, covered with a layer of cowhide.

It's his water bladder!

Shen Mingyu was born in a poor family, so he didn't pay much attention to it, and he didn't pay much attention when he was out. The coachman ran out of water and asked him for a sip. He handed over the water bag. The water was still filled by Xiao Er in Changping City. Thin and beautiful, she filled water for him with a smile with two dimples, and whispered to Shen Mingyu that wild flower honey was added in it.

Shen Mingyu gave his child a book earlier, thinking it was reciprocation, so he accepted it calmly. He didn't have time to drink it, but let Lao Xu try the poison first.

It's not the emperor, it can't be the emperor, he is still useful to the emperor, Shen Mingyu was short of breath, and ran to the car with limp legs.

Who is that?Yuan hairpin pen?Or who wants to kill him to please General Yuan?

His life is so worthless, even the dog raised by Princess Anyang is more expensive than his life. He can be sent out by the emperor to be a spy, and of course he can be beheaded and sent to General Qiuyuan to reward him with a smile.

Shen Mingyu hurriedly stuffed the paper into her arms.

His life is worthless, but the things on his body are valuable. No matter where he gets them and sells them, they will be worth a lot.

Shen Mingyu firmly held the reins and rode the horse.

He couldn't die, he didn't die in Yanzhou, and he definitely couldn't die in Ningzhou.

Shen Mingyu's eyes were blood red, and if someone saw him for the second time, he would feel terrified. The young and handsome son seemed to be crazy, and the carriage was driving very fast.

He must return to the capital quickly, if he returns to the capital... if he dies, it may shake the court by a point or two, if he dies outside, the people below him will probably be delighted that a seat will be vacated!

The sound of carriages and horses came rumbling.

Shen Mingyu's palms had already been strangled with red marks. He should know that the assassination cannot be done only once, and perhaps the person facing him is the one who will come.

Under the extreme fear, he calmed down instead. At this time, it was much better to abandon the car and leave than to stay on the official road. He let go of the rein and got off the car hastily.

Shen Mingyu suppressed her trembling, only feeling that the ground was trembling.

No, not an illusion.

He was stunned.

He saw the dust raised by the chariots and horses.

Even if the people who came to kill him were unscrupulous, there was no need to be so laborious. He didn't have the qualifications.

Black horses and chariots rushed forward.

Shen Mingyu could barely open her eyes, both because of the dust that was raised, and because of the blade that was shining with white light.

Who dares to carry a sword on the official road when it is not a war?

But in an instant, the chariots and horses were in sight.

Hundreds of black-armored knights circled the carriage in the middle, completely encircling the carriage.

The mountain road was narrow, and the carriages and horses didn't show any intention of stopping, as if they were waiting for him to make way.

Not to kill him.

Shen Mingyu didn't let out a sigh of relief, even if he doesn't die now, it doesn't mean he won't die later.

He didn't let go, instead he ran to the middle of the road quickly, gave a long bow, and said loudly: "Please help me, my lord!"

The leading sergeant was wearing black armor and couldn't discern his expression. Of course he could see Shen Mingyu, but he didn't intend to stop at all.

Shen Mingyu looked at the galloping chariots and horses, and subconsciously closed her eyes.

"end--"

A cold wind blew across his face.

Shen Mingyu opened his eyes.

The horse closest to him was less than three feet away.

A voice came from a distance, a little hoarse, like a young man, "My lord asked, who is the young master, what happened, and why did you ask for help?"

Shen Mingyu straightened her waist slightly, and answered one by one: "Shen Yu, who runs a business at home, was chased and killed because he offended a local tycoon. The driver who got off the car has been poisoned to death. I have nowhere to go. I hope the Lord will save me."

Speechless for a while.

Shen Mingyu waited in this posture, motionless.

After a while, the boy's voice drifted over from afar, "My lord asked, how do you want him to save you?"

Shen Mingyu said: "I don't know if my lord is leaving Ningzhou, can I take it with me on the next journey?"

The boy returned very quickly this time, and said, "My lord invites you to come over."

With the sound of hooves, the sergeant split into two to make way for him, like a black tide, it faded away in an instant.

Shen Mingyu secretly lamented that this guard order was strictly prohibited, and Wei Shuai's army might not be as disciplined as it was.

The white light above his head kept flickering, although Shen Mingyu walked unsteadily, but at least it was steady, not staggering from fright, but only a hundred steps, Shen Mingyu felt that he had walked for a hundred years.

He slowly opened the curtain.

The incense hits the face.

Through the layers of incense, Shen Mingyu didn't see the royal nobles in Zhongzhou who could be called by name, but an extremely young man, so young that it almost didn't match the grandeur.

His complexion is pale, but his expression is natural. He is holding a book and reading at the moment. The fingers holding the book are long, thin and white, without human color, almost like five sharp knives lined up.

The aroma in the carriage was as sweet as a pear, and it seemed incompatible with the man in the carriage who was reading a book quietly.

Although Shen Mingyu didn't know who the other party was, she also felt that such a man who was as cold as ice and as hard as iron should not wear a soft brocade robe and sit in the warm fragrance that seemed to be able to penetrate human bones.

The fragrance was too strong, but he was not willing to be rude in front of this unknown person, but Mr. Shen felt uncomfortable when he smelled this smell since he was a child, so he wrinkled his nose unintentionally.

"Presumptuous." It was the young man's voice again.

The man in front of him just lowered his eyes to read the book, his dense eyelashes trembling slightly, and said softly, "Xiaoxue."

Shen Mingyu was terrified, only to realize that there was another person in the carriage, he looked around with minimal movements, but there was no one.

The man didn't even raise his head, "Since my brother is young, he is spoiled and doesn't know how to be polite. Please don't take offense to this son."

Shen Mingyu lowered his head, the exploration in his eyes flashed past, and said: "Where, my lord is willing to take me in, it is already a great kindness to me, and besides, I was rude just now," he cupped his hands towards the void, "I should Please forgive me, both of you."

The boy snorted softly, as if the voice was not there, and it seemed to be everywhere.

The man turned a page before saying again, "Xiaoxue."

The boy named Xiaoxue argued in a low voice: "He just kept looking at brother." The boy's tone was a little low, as if he was wronged.

Shen Mingyu's originally terrified mood relaxed after the young man's words. He couldn't help but think: If you look at him one more time, you will be reprimanded. The man in front of you is obviously a young man, why is he serving like a boudoir girl?

The man waved his hand, motioning him to stop talking.

Shen Mingyu sat in the corner of the carriage, trying to make herself look as if she didn't take up any space.

It would be great if he could rely on this man to successfully leave Ningzhou, but if he couldn't... that young man seems to be very strong in martial arts, and the man is protected by many guards. He is a civil servant who has no power to restrain a chicken, and it is absolutely impossible for him to escape from the man's grasp birthday.

It's just that the man didn't intend to speak at all, he concentrated on reading without even raising his eyes, Shen Mingyu couldn't help but wonder, whether there is a golden tael in this book, or a beautiful wife like a flower.

The man didn't intend to talk to him, or because of the warm incense in the carriage, or... because of the man's almost dull performance, his beating heart slowly calmed down, Shen Mingyu was bored in every possible way, He couldn't help but look at the man in front of the desk. Of course, because of the young man's words just now, he saw his movements quietly.

He took a quick glance before, only to feel that the man's face was as white as jade, but now he looked carefully, and realized that the other's skin should not have been so fair in the first place. There was no blood at all, such a complexion almost blended with the snow-colored robe on the man.

This kind of complexion can only be seen by the wounded and those who have been ill for a long time, but even if the man is wrapped in layers of robes, he can still see the handsome figure of the other party. On his shoulders and waist, it was as if the green bamboo was covered with a layer of heavy snow. Even though it was covered by snow, the green bamboo became Qiongzhi, still steep.

He probably has injuries.Shen Mingyu said secretly.

There was a small light-colored bowl in the man's hand, and there was still half a bowl of unfinished jet-black concoction in it. It smelled strange and indescribably mixed with the vaguely bitter and warm sweet aroma.

The man finally finished reading a volume and put the book down.

The book landed on the table with a soft thud.

Shen Mingyu immediately withdrew his gaze, and when he met the man's eyes, his face flushed slightly. Although he was guarded when he looked at the man, he really looked like a disciple who was peeking at the girl in the boudoir.

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