Xu Yingxu was obviously frightened by the old man's words, and said hurriedly: "Dad, I won't go, I won't go."

Xu Tiande waved his hand and did not allow his son to refuse, "This is not only for you, but also for the people of the world."

"I won't tell you the details. You will know it in a few days, but once you know it, don't do anything."

"Remember that with great power comes great responsibility."

The second son, who seemed to understand, nodded, but as a son, there was no reason to watch his father die. He could only agree on the surface. As for doing something secretly, his father probably couldn't stop him.

Zhou Liyuan wiped the tears from his eyes and wanted to get up and walk into the courtyard, when suddenly a man walked out from the corner of the street.

The man was dressed in coarse clothes, carrying a long dao on his shoulder. One hand was resting on the long dao, and the other hand was holding the meat buns he just bought. He was walking on the corner of the alley, kicking away the people blocking the road.

mound of dirt, and then strode forward.

Zhou Liyuan, who was about to get up and enter the courtyard, stopped, slowly put his right hand on the long knife at his waist, and looked at the person coming.

When the man saw Zhou Liyuan, he looked a little excited. He quickly finished the buns in his hand and wiped his right hand on his rough clothes.

Under the moonlit night, the two brothers met again after many years.

"Hey." The man took out the wine bottle from his waist and took a sip slowly, "Junior brother, I miss my senior brother."

Zhou Liyuan knew this person, he was Zhou Liyuan's senior brother, Ding Yichuan.

Zhou Liyuan did not answer Ding Yixiu's words, but took his right hand off the long knife and looked at this familiar yet unfamiliar senior brother.

Ding Yixiu didn't care about his junior brother's attitude towards him. He put the long dao in his hand on the ground, leaned on it with both hands, looked at the plum tree next to him, picked one off casually, and put it in his mouth.

"Your salary has been reduced a lot recently. How come you were removed from the Imperial Guard?"

Zhou Liyuan shook his head, "No, I was transferred back to Chang'an City, so the Jinyiwei salary was paid directly to me."

Ding Yixiu snorted coldly and walked around his junior brother, wanting to see any changes in this junior brother. However, after looking for a long time, there was no change except that he changed into a more beautiful Feiyu suit.

"Why, have you stepped on shit, or sold yourself to the powerful people in Chang'an City? The cost of being transferred from a small place like Dajiang Town is not small."

Ding.

In the alley, a flash of sword light flashed, and two figures struggled with each other. When Ding Yixiu saw Zhou Liyuan draw his sword, he was not polite. The long sword in his hand flew out and attacked Zhou Liyuan.

The two of them came from the same sect and have the same sword skills, but Ding Yixiu is his senior brother after all, and in terms of realm, he can crush Zhou Liyuan.

"puff."

Without paying attention, Ding Yixiu slapped Zhou Liyuan on the chest with his knife. Zhou Liyuan's body flew out and hit the wall made of loess.

On the wall, a mouthful of blood spat out, and the knife in Zhou Liyuan's hand fell to the ground.

"Want to kill me again?

Ding Yixiu did not strike again, but squatted in front of Zhou Liyuan, looking at him vomiting blood with disgust in his eyes.

"

"Tell me about you. In terms of realm, you are not as advanced as me. In terms of swordsmanship, I practiced swordsmanship earlier than you."

"I thought you could give me a surprise when you returned to Chang'an City this time. For example, you could let me pull out this master's long sword, or let me use a trace of my sword intention."

Ding Yixiu pouted at Zhou Liyuan, then stretched out his hand to touch around in Zhou Liyuan's arms, and sure enough, there was money.

When he took it out, he saw that Zhou Liyuan only had ten taels of silver on him. This made Ding Yixiu, who thought Zhou Liyuan was rich, a little disappointed and kicked Zhou Liyuan again.

Zhou Liyuan roared, covering the injured area and lying on the ground with a forlorn expression.

"I told you back then, if I don't kill you when you come out of Chang'an City, come back when you think you can defeat me."

Ding Yixiu reached out and patted Zhou Liyuan's cheek, wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, "You are really overestimating your abilities. For the sake of money, I will let you go this time."

Having said that, Ding Yixiu completely lost interest in Zhou Liyuan. Without even looking at him, he picked up the long dao that had fallen on the ground and walked into the yard in a big way.

"If you want to go back to this compound, you have to defeat me first."

"And if you lose next time, you might die."

Zhou Liyuan was lying on the ground, with Ding Yixiu's words still echoing in his ears. Defeating Ding Yixiu was not easy.

Not to mention the gap in realm, just talking about swordsmanship, Ding Yixiu has shown talent since childhood that Zhou Liyuan cannot. He practiced swordsmanship at the age of seven, entered the realm of swordsmanship at the age of ten, and became a master at the age of fifteen.

In the Jianghu of Chang'an City, he challenged various sword masters and won. At the age of nineteen, he challenged Qingming, the number one swordsman in Chang'an City. He fought sixty-seven moves and drew a draw. And when he was twenty years old, he challenged his master.

He killed him and obtained his master's long hair. In the same year, he drove Zhou Liyuan out of Chang'an City, who wanted to avenge his master.

As for himself, although his master repeatedly praised his rapid progress in sword practice, Zhou Liyuan knew in his heart that compared to Ding Yixiu, he was just a waste.

Standing up slowly, Zhou Liyuan picked up the long knife that fell aside, took one last look at his master's yard, and walked into the night.

In the alley, the yard is still the same, and some ripe plums have fallen from the plum trees. It’s just that the brothers who picked plums together in the past have gone their separate ways.

Wang Yi held his head and looked at Lu Zhong who was drinking tea beside him, feeling a little depressed. He asked for it casually, so why did he hit himself when he disagreed?

Lu Zhong saw Wang Yi looking at him, then raised his hand and slapped Wang Yi, "Why are you not convinced? Then hit me."

Wang Yi, who just now was thinking about how to make Lu Zhong look good in the future, immediately changed his mind.

He changed his expression, ran behind Lu Zhong, and lightly knocked on Lu Zhong's back with his fist, "Wang Yi doesn't dare. Sir, you work hard day and night, so you should pay more attention to rest."

Lu Zhong squinted his eyes, enjoying Wang Yi's service, "Remember never to mention this matter in front of anyone in the future."

Wang Yi stopped knocking on Lu Zhong's back, and asked with some confusion: "Why."

Lu Zhong stood up slowly, drank the tea in his hand, put the cup back, and walked towards the Jinyiwei courtyard.

"If you think about it carefully, would the person who could plot King Qi's death be a simple person? Do you think one person can accomplish this?"

"I'm just kidding, I really think that the military god in white is a fool. Without the nod of some big shot, this thing wouldn't have happened."

Wang Yi, who was feeling huge waves in his heart, stared blankly at the direction Lu Zhong was leaving. He knew that Lu Zhong was actually taboo about telling these things to him tonight, because these were Jin Yiwei's secrets. Wang Yi

I have been serving as the chief prison officer of Jinyiwei for such a long time and I have not seen the files on King Qi's case. It can be seen that those files have been hidden by someone, and that person may be Lu Zhong.

Although I don’t know what Lu Zhong’s intention is, but at present, it seems that it is not a bad thing.

Lu Zhong's words sounded the alarm for Wang Yi. The clue he knew when he left Chang'an City was Yang Zhao, but it was obviously impossible for Yang Zhao alone to dare to scheme against Uncle Qi, who had a high prestige in the northern border army.

, there may be deeper people hiding behind the scenes.

But what Lu Zhong said was much more than that. He was talking about a certain big shot. Wang Yi's eyes slowly widened as he thought of something bad.

Who in the Ming Dynasty dares to plot against a prince, except for the remaining seven vassal princes who are also princes, the one sitting on the dragon throne.

Wang Yi lowered his head. Even in a deserted street, he didn't want people to see his face clearly. He gritted his teeth and forced to hold back the tears in his eyes. Wang Yi's body began to tremble.

For Wang Yi, who was eager for revenge, this news was tantamount to a catastrophe. When he first entered Chang'an City, Wang Yi still held out hope that one day he could ask Emperor Ming to reopen the Youzhou case and return it to King Qi

My uncle is the same as those in Prince Qi's palace back then.

But now it seems that as long as Emperor Ming knows that he is from Prince Qi's palace, then Wang Yi is likely to die silently in a corner of Chang'an City, and Jin Yiwei will choose a scapegoat due to some pressure.

thing.

Then, if Wang Yi disappears between heaven and earth, no one will mention the Youzhou case again, and no one will want to investigate the truth of the matter.

"ah!"

Wang Yi suddenly raised his head and shouted to the sky, venting his dissatisfaction. He could not accept such a thing.
Chapter completed!