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Yuanzan pen is good everywhere, only bad luck.

Ji Weining died.

Ji Weining's death was very easy and not easy, because no matter what, it is very difficult to kill in a dungeon that is guarded and airtight. If you want to sneak in, even if you have peerless martial arts, you have to stay away. He had to go through the wall to escape, so that he could do it cleanly and without anyone's notice, so the assassin wasted a lot of effort. When he entered the dungeon and saw Ji Weining sleeping facing the wall, the excitement and satisfaction in his heart were indescribable.

But his hand holding the knife is still very steady, the sharp blade pierces the human body as easily as piercing the onyx. The knife in his hand is very special. , so nothing goes wrong.

Blood gurgled out, staining the bedding under Ji Weining red.

The assassin draws the knife, shakes off the large pieces of meat in the groove, picks up the corner of Ji Weining's robe and wipes the knife, and puts it in the sleeve after the blade shines brightly.

It was so easy to kill a general, his blood surged up, he felt a little blissful, as he strode out, he felt disdainful for being a young general who had never even been on a battlefield, his name was nothing but a vain reputation, and he didn't even have this vigilance.

He left the cell calmly, not forgetting to hang the lock.

The young man who was coming was a bit surprised to see him, but he still smiled and said hello, "Brother Li." When he smiled, he showed his snow-white teeth, making his complexion even darker.

The assassin nodded, he remembered that the owner of the badge on his body was indeed named Li.

The young man hummed a ditty and passed him by. Perhaps in the mind of the young man who didn't know the importance, guarding Ji Weining was no different from guarding other prisoners.

The assassin caught a glimpse of him walking towards Ji Weining's cell from the corner of his eye, and couldn't help but clenched the knife in his hand, but let it go again immediately. He knew very well that killing people in this corridor was no different from courting death. He thought for a moment For a moment, he shouted: "What to do!"

The young man was taken aback for a moment, turned around, and said, "Master He said earlier, go in every two hours to see Ji Weining."

The assassin didn't know about this, he put his hands behind his back, looked directly at the young man and said, "When is this? Did you watch it according to the time? Do you know what important people are locked inside, and how many people want his life? Hmm , " He squinted his eyes, "Why are you a bit unfamiliar?"

The young man hurriedly said: "Brother Li, I am Xiaowu, Geng Xiaowu, I went out to drink with you more than ten days ago." He was so nervous that he was at a loss, "I really shouldn't come at this time, but I have dinner at night. Something is broken, I just came out of the hut," he was about to cry, "I really have no bad intentions."

The assassin hummed strangely, which frightened him so much that he dared not speak, but his stomach was rumbling at this moment. The boy immediately covered his stomach and showed an embarrassed smile at the assassin.

The assassin's gaze fell on the young man's hand covering his stomach.

People who practice martial arts have larger joints than ordinary people, and this young man is no exception, but his hands are beautiful, although they are a little dark, but they are not dirty, his fingers are long, the bones and flesh are well-proportioned, and the belly under the palm is flat. Long in shape, but not weak, it looks like a young man with a stick.

Thirst, which hadn't subsided, rose from the assassin's throat again.

This young man has a slender neck, better-looking than some stout adult men, and is very suitable for cutting blood with a razor blade.

The young man couldn't help shrinking his neck when he saw him, "Brother Li?"

The assassin waved his hand and said, "All right, all right."

The boy was relieved.

The assassin said: "It's almost time to change shifts. It's cold at night. Come and have a few drinks with me."

The boy wondered: "It's just Mr. He..."

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by the assassin, impatiently said: "Eight hundred people watch every day, what does it matter if you are missing one? A living person without shackles can be killed without anyone noticing." Did you kill the first-year pig, and the pig would grunt a few times when the butcher sharpened his knife!"

The young man seemed to think that what he said was reasonable, nodded, and smiled much more relaxedly, "Then I will go with eldest brother."

The two assassin brothers patted the young man's shoulders hard, the flesh and blood felt so good that he had already begun to fantasize about the feeling of being stabbed in with a knife.

The two swaggered through the defenders.

The assassin deliberately picked up the path, and it was so dark that he couldn't see his fingers.

The young man seemed a little scared, and said anxiously: "Brother Li, how did you get here?"

The assassin took out the knife from his sleeve, licked his lips, and said, "Closer."

The young man muttered: "There is no restaurant here, where is the closest?"

"Li—" He stabbed towards Xiaoxue's lower abdomen violently. He calculated the place well and stabbed downward so that he wouldn't die quickly, at least he wouldn't die when he chopped off his fingers one by one. , "Hall of Hades..."

Stopped abruptly.

No matter what sharp weapon it is, it is easy to enter the body.

He only felt a cold light flash in front of him, and before he could dodge it, a cold iron pierced through his chest and abdomen.

Well...so fast.

It was his only thought.

The young man drew his sword and turned to avoid being sprayed with blood.

The body fell to the ground with a thud.

"It's really close." The young man agreed, "Since it's so close, why bother to take the path." He knelt down and pulled the knife out of the corpse's hand.

He lit the torch, and with the faint light, he could clearly see what kind of weird murder weapon was in his hand.

The young man clicked his tongue and said to himself: "Your Excellency sent me to take a look, I really didn't want to kill you." He rubbed the blood-stained sword against the cloth on the back of the corpse, and sighed: "But who can kill you?" Telling you to kill me."

He put away his sword, weighed the weird knife in his hand, probably felt it was dirty, and threw it back.

Humming casually, he turned around and walked in the completely opposite direction.

……

The emperor was awakened by crying.

He looked at Liu Yao who was kneeling in front of his bed, and thought coldly: My good son probably thinks that I'm not sick enough, and wants to piss me off.

There was a bit of worry in his expression, and he said, "What's wrong?"

Liu Yao kowtowed and said, "It's my son and minister who are incompetent, please forgive me."

The emperor said hoarsely, "What's the matter first?"

Look, they are all my good sons.

He even acted in such a strange way that it made people laugh.

Liu Yao regretted and said: "My son has properly imprisoned Ji Weining according to the emperor's instructions. 36 pretends to be in three shifts, each shift lasts four hours. You need a badge to get in and out, and you have to go to see Ji Weining's situation every two hours. ..."

The emperor only felt a pain in his throat, and a rush of sweet blood rose up.

"Speak directly, what's the matter." The emperor interrupted coldly.

Liu Yao glanced at the emperor's originally pale but rosy face at the moment, and said: "A thief killed one of the guards, stole his badge, and killed Ji Weining..." That assassin was originally Liu Yaoyang A mad dog is caught, regardless of life and death. Although it is crazy, as long as it is given enough dog food, it can be used by Liu Yao as long as it kills at will, and it can be used by Liu Yao. What's more, he knows how to measure, killing a few insignificant people is not enough at all. worry.

When it comes to killing people, assassins are naturally much more useful than guards. Liu Yao originally wanted to order someone to kill him after he succeeded, but the person who never wanted to send out reported that this person had been killed.

But Ji Weining also died.

And die by the assassin's strange knife.

Although Liu Yao was worried, the most important thing right now was not to find out who killed the assassin, but to report back to the emperor.

After he finished speaking, the emperor was silent for a long time.

Liu Yao said cautiously: "Father?"

The emperor had a splitting headache, a mouthful of blood couldn't flow up or down his throat, and his chest was on fire, as if someone had cut it open and stuffed it with charcoal.

Ji Weining died.

Ji Weining is dead!

The emperor closed his eyes, not wanting Liu Yao to see his bloodshot eyes.

Who did it?Liu Yao?Qiao Yu?Or Qiao Yu and Liu Yao together?

Yes, it should have something to do with Qiao Yu.

From the day Liu Yao came, Qiao Yu was no longer willing to pretend to be a loyal knife, although it was still the same when facing the saint.

He's not dead yet!

He is not dead yet, and the courtiers supported by him are going to find the next monarch in order to seek glory.

How could the emperor not know that Liu Yao's coming here had something to do with Qiao Yu, but at this time, how could he accuse Qiao Yu, he could only hold back.

The anger he endured was enough to burn his heart and lungs, making him uneasy every day.

Liu Yao made up his reasoning statement a long time ago, and said: "This person used a very weird knife. Chen Qiutai had thousands of followers. It is said... It is said that one of them used such a weird knife. After Chen Qiutai died, , the diners were scattered, and there was no one who was still loyal to Chen Qiutai."

The emperor took a deep breath.

Chen Qiutai died a long time ago, no matter what Ren Liu Yao said, Chen Qiutai would not lift the coffin and come out to accuse him of lying, so naturally he was allowed to frame him.

"What did you kill Ji Weining for?" The emperor heard his hoarse voice.

"Ji Weining bewitched the prince, it's a crime that cannot be punished, but he only locked him up and didn't deal with it, maybe it was, maybe it was because of this reason." Liu Yao said.

The emperor swallowed the words that Qiao Yu taught you.

The conscience of heaven and earth, if Qiao Yu was here, he would definitely cry out for injustice.

"I know, let's go down." The emperor waved his hands wearily, turning sideways, unwilling to face Liu Yao.

"Yes," Liu Yao paused, "It's just Father, what should we do with Ji Weining's corpse?"

The emperor did not answer.

Liu Yao waited for a long time but did not wait for the emperor's instructions, so he had to bow out.

He waited anxiously all night, and felt tired after leaving the palace gate, so he ordered the left and right: "Tell the ministers, there is no small court meeting today."

The squire takes command.

Orders come quickly.

Gu Yuanting lay sprawled on the bed, he never went to court, so the matter of Xiu Mu was irrelevant to him.

When the doctor came in, seeing his eyes open, he was slightly surprised and said, "My lord got up early today."

Gu Yuanting yawned, "The obituary has reached me. It is said that the death looks miserable, and it's scary. How can I sleep?"

The doctor laughed.

Gu Yuanting rubbed his dry eyes, "Kunshuang, do you think Ji Weining died from the slow poison in his diet these days, or died from the assassin's knife?"

A middle-aged doctor with a nice girl's name said: "Ji Weining's diet and medicine were increased on the day he left. Even if no one stabs him, he will die."

"So you think he died of poisoning?" Gu Yuanting said, "It's a great thing for someone to be assassinated."

Kunshuang said, "Yes."

Gu Yuanting leaned against him, already drowsy, "Yuan Zan is clever with his pen, Wei Que has been a fool all his life, but he accepts students very well." Kunshuang only smiled and said nothing, listening to his next words was almost dreamlike, "Yuan Zanying has the ambition of Qingyun, except for being soft-hearted, he is a perfect person, Yuan Zanbi was raised by him, and his temperament is completely different from that of his elder brother, but," he smiled, "you can't blame him."

Witnessing that all the elders who used to be called brothers and uncles were killed, distant relatives were exiled for thousands of miles and sold as slaves, Qiao's family, who was very close, was ransacked by his own father, and the legs of friends who grew up with him were broken. The most important thing is that the elder brother, who is like a father and a teacher, fell into the clouds, and only his sick bones remained. Although he was far away from the court, he could not escape death in the end, and he could only watch helplessly, unable to do anything.

Who can accuse him of the wickedness of his cleverness?