Chapter 67 Volume 8

On New Year's Eve, heavy snow fell, fluttering in the air like cotton wool.

The traffic and the sound of the crowds are not enough to describe the prosperity of the capital. The usually black city walls are covered with heavy snow, which are less heavy and solemn.

At midnight last night, the emperor who had not recovered from his long illness was critically ill and was not clear about his mind. The prince of the Eastern Palace is currently in charge of the court affairs.

Except for the five princes who died in battle and sick, as well as the dead young, including Liu Yan, the three princes who owned their respective territories did not receive the order and should not lead troops out of the territory and lead troops into the city without receiving the order.

The city gate was strictly guarded, and the soldiers on both sides treated them solemnly, as if they were facing a great enemy. They all looked cold and cold, searching and interrogating the people entering and leaving one by one.

The line was very long, and the city gate was closed in one hour. No exit or incoming. Those who were going home to reunite with their relatives, and those who rushed back from other places were very anxious.

They complained in a low voice, but they dared not make loud noises.

The guards asked rudely, "Where did it come from? What are you doing when you enter the city?"

The couple was questioned. The man had two beards on his lips, his eyebrows were ordinary, his face was a genuine smile, and he was dressed up quite generously, like a rich man. The woman beside him had a thin waist and willow eyebrows, her red lips were pursed, and her cheeks were a little flushed. She stood obediently next to her husband, lowering her head, looking like a delicate little lady.

Several other guards swept the women with interesting eyes, and some even swallowed, but they dared to think about it, but they didn't dare to do anything.

Now that I am in trouble, I tie my head to my belt.

"Brother Guard, add some wine and food during the New Year." The man took out a heavy purse from his sleeve and handed it over, smiling, "Xiaomin and Jiannei have just returned from collecting rent in the countryside. Can you see if they can..."

The leading guard's sport was still on the woman. He pretended to be fine and put away his purse and glanced at the woman twice, "It looks so handsome."

The situation was so stiff that the man took out two more silver notes before he heard the guard's voice, "Let it go!"

The man smiled and thanked, took the woman's hand and walked into the city, cursing angrily, "Those troublemakers are getting more and more clever and lazy. The harvest is getting worse every year, and the rent cannot be paid. They have to go and collect it themselves. If they don't give them some colors next year, they really can't control it..."

After the process, the expressions on the couple's faces changed slightly. These two people were nothing but Liu Yan and Shen Mo who were disguised as they entered the city.

The one who suffered the most was Shen Mo. Two days ago, Liu Yan came to rescue him alone on his horse. His posture was very domineering and unstoppable. It was quite like Sun Dasheng walking on the auspicious clouds.

It went very smoothly, he was rescued, as for the injuries on his body...

Zhang Yuan couldn't do it, and he stopped Leng Wuhen from taking action. In the end, Shen Mo did it himself. This was not the first time he did it. However, for the better effect, the bitter meat plan was more successful. However, he started a little harder and applied high-quality medicine to the wound. It would still hurt.

Fortunately, I learned from 111 that Liu Yan's trust in him has increased significantly.

Zhang Yuan and Qiu Ye didn't know that there was an agreement between Shen Mo and Leng Wuhen. Shen Mo got him the half-real map and became the last stepping stone for him to sit on the chair, but he wanted Leng Wuhen to make a promise to let Liu Yan go and give him a way out.

It was probably silent that many people in the palace had been controlled by Leng Wuhen, and how many Jinyiwei were lurking by his people.

Liu Yan had already lost this war.

In Shen Mo's opinion, it was just the original owner of the thing, and Leng Wuhen was originally the real prince.

Seeing the person walking suddenly stop, Liu Yan turned his head and asked, "What's wrong?"

He tightened his legs and pursed his lips silently, "I'm a little anxious to pee."

Liu Yan picked his lips and stared at him for several seconds. A smile flashed in his eyes. This man dressed as a woman and was quite beautiful.

Looking around the crowd passing by, he did not let go of his silent hand, but tightened it a little, almost putting it in his arms, blocking the collision of those passers-by.

"Honestly, go to the place and solve it."

After queuing outside for a long time, and being nervous, the most tragic thing was that I drank two more cups of hot tea in the tea shed outside the city. The silence was that sweat had already spread from the forehead, and the powder applied on my face was a little bit boring. He touched it with his hand, and it was even more terrible.

Through the complex alleys, as soon as you get to your residence, you will quickly walk to the toilet after being silent.

Looking at the young man's back, Huang Hao walked out and lowered his voice and said, "Master, do you want it..."

Liu Yan raised his hand and interrupted, "Eat and live with him along the way. If he wants to harm me, he won't wait until now."

"But Leng Wuhen, who has always been cruel, did not silence him." Huang Hao wanted to speak, "That groom Zhang Yuan was very close to him. Suddenly disappeared, will there be any secret here?"

Without thinking about this question, Liu Yan narrowed his phoenix eyes and a cold light flashed, "Huang Hao, do you say that a person has died for ten years, and suddenly he is a human or a ghost?"

When did the boy who was in love with Leng Wuhen? How did he avoid the huge fire? If the person he saw that day was really Lan Xi, then who was the corpse he buried under the ground with his own hands?

Why don't you recognize him...

Liu Yan's raised eyebrows tightened and loosened. After many years of experience, he didn't seem to be as excited as he was at first.

Seeing the uncertain aura emitted by the man beside him, Huang Hao couldn't figure it out, "Master?"

"Go and get a basin of warm water." After saying that, Liu Yan stepped into the room, his thin lips curled slightly, as if he was looking forward to something.

Huang Hao looked up at the sky and murmured in a low voice, "It's really going to change the sky."

After solving the silence of comfort, I wandered around the door for a while, stayed in the front room for a while, gnawed my lips before entering the inner room.

Liu Yan, who was lying on the bed, waved, "Come here and take off your clothes."

Chen Si took off several layers of clothes on his body, changed into his inner clothes, with the front cloak open, revealing the hideous wound on his abdomen. He walked around the wound with his slightly cool fingertips.

"It's useless. I started practicing martial arts at the age of seven. Now twenty-six years have passed. The most weapons used are daggers." When applying medicine to him, Liu Yan said indifferently, "When a person picks up a dagger and stabs himself and stabs him and others, the incision of the wound is different. Do you agree with this?"

The silent body paused without any notice. He lowered his eyes and watched the hand with distinct joints slowly exerted force. The flat nails pierced into the wound, and blood oozed out bit by bit. He frowned and gasped in pain.

"I thought you didn't know the pain." Liu Yan sneered, and his angry expression was gone, as if the anger and murderous aura just now were both illusions.

After applying medicine to the abdominal wound and changing the gauze, he quietly pulled a little open his inner clothes, revealing several knife wounds on his shoulders.

After all, it is a rare drug in the palace. The scars that are not deep have been scabbed, and only one or two are still scabbed. Liu Yan's fingertips slashed through his neck, as if it was teasing.

"Can I trust you?"

Silently pursed his lips and gave a faint reply, "Yes."

A sound without much emotion came from the nasal cavity. Liu Yan took out a small bottle, "This is ten days of dispersion. In ten days, you must get the antidote from me, otherwise you will die of a piercing intestines and rotting your stomach in less than one day."

Chen Si raised his eyes, reached out to take it away, poured out a white pill, and swallowed it into his stomach without any hesitation.

This scene made Liu Yan's eyes flash, and some color seemed to pass through his deep eyes. The smile on his lips was slightly clear, "Let's sleep."

The sound in my ear seemed extremely bewitching, piercing my eardrums and entrenched in my mind. The sleepiness swept over. I yawned silently, nodded, blinked my eyes, lay on the bed, and fell asleep in a short while.

He covered his hand with the young man's neck, rubbed it slowly, and moved it to his lips, stroking his thumb back and forth, Liu Yan leaned over, put his lips on, pinched his jaw, and slid his tongue in, absorbing the breath from his mouth, and doing the movements he had done late in the night in recent days.

It was not until the young man's lips were red and swollen that Liu Yan retreated, licking off the silver threads at the corner of his mouth with his tongue, and suppressing something in his low voice.

"Everyone wants to get that thing, what do you want from me?"

After a night of sleep, it was noon when he woke up in silence. He sat up and touched his mouth. It was a bit dry, maybe because of the weather.

When I put on my coat and went out, I saw the scene in front of me. Even the senior mathematics teacher who had always been calm and calm and quiet was stunned.

The demon prince, who is usually cynical, rolls up his sleeves and stares at the rooster who is suffering from crisis with a tense face. He also occupies some suspicious objects similar to chicken shit on his clothes.

He reached out to grab the big rooster's feet, and the other party flew away with his wings.

"I don't believe it anymore." Liu Yan's face was cold, and the true energy in his body was circulating, his palms became claws, and a thick palm force was slapped out.

The chicken coop collapsed, the rooster was fine.

Liu Yan was standing there and was covered in a big red robe splashing a lot of snow. He had a dark face. If his eyes could be substantive, the "cuckoo" rooster would have died long ago.

I couldn't watch it anymore in silence, and I glanced at a certain prince with amused and crying eyes.

"I'll do it."

A senior mathematics teacher and the uneasy big rooster spent a few minutes picking up the stone on the ground and throwing it on it. The rooster was angry and wanted to pounce on him with his mouth. At this time, Chen Si subconsciously shouted, "Liu Yan, catch the chicken."

When Liu Yan, who was waiting to see the joke, heard this title, he was strange for a moment and passed by silently. He took advantage of his surprise and grabbed both sides of the rooster's wings.

Huang Hao was not here, and he was silent and asked nothing, including what they were doing in the capital. His mission target was Liu Yan, and the affairs of others had nothing to do with him.

He was also very confident in the side mission. The words he said to Li Wanshu before leaving should be enough for her to think about for a while, and there are many partners with insufficient IQ, etc.

It was quite smooth when killing the chicken. Liu Yan, who killed countless people, picked up the kitchen knife and slashed the chicken's neck. Blood gushed. He looked up and felt a lot of accomplishment at that moment.

Half a cup of tea passed at noon and the two of them were sitting on the table, looking at a large bowl of chicken soup with chopped green onions.

"Actually, I'm not hungry." The fishy smell floated around in my breath, and the corners of my silent mouth twitched slightly, "Why don't you try it first?"

His eyes swept over the black unknown objects on the surface of the chicken soup, and Liu Yan shook his head, "I am not hungry either."

Sid frowned, and saw that Xiaoxue was floating outside again. He was very hungry. After hesitating for a while, he picked up a spoon and scooped a little soup into the bowl. He took a sip of it in the eyes of Liu Liuyan who was looking at him intentionally or unintentionally.

"Well, the taste is very good, Prince, please try it."

"Is that true?" Staring at the young man, seeing his face showing a satisfied expression, Liu Yan scooped the spoon and drank it suspiciously.

puff--

Seeing that Liu Yan vomited, he vomited even though he had been holding back the silence that he had not swallowed.

Just as the two of them poured the bowl of chicken soup into the pot and cooked it again, there was a slash of swords and swords in the surrounding courtyard in the suburbs, and blood stained the snow on the ground. Screams were everywhere. A group of people were brought to meet with a few old ministers and the Seventh Prince, who was cruelly killed.
Chapter completed!