The early winter is short, just after the Sun hour, the setting sun is already setting.

On Xuanwumen Street, in the setting sun, there was a drunk man in disheveled clothes, with his head heavy and his feet floating under his feet, and he was walking around and walking in a drunken way.

Fortunately, the market had already dispersed at this time. There were not many pedestrians on the bustling Xuanwu Street. He stumbled and walked like this but did not hit anyone. Of course, when others saw the drunken ghost, they avoided it from afar.

Look at this drunkard, his left sleeve seemed to be cut off by a sharp blade from his elbow. At the right waist, several layers of clothes were cut in a long mouth from his shirt to his underwear. As he walked, the white and red flesh appeared and disappeared from time to time. But under his left waist, there was a slender sword sheath that had no patterns and looked ordinary, but the hilt exposed on the sword sheath was carved like a piece of strange jade, with both ends in black and blue, and the handshake part was almost transparent. A discerning person could tell at a glance that this was the world's number one magic weapon, the Xuanwu Sword.

Yes, this drunk man is the official Ximen! His clothes were tattered, of course, when he fought with the madman, he was thankful to his thorns.

This guy drank at least seven kilograms of Dongyang wine. After successfully pouring Qin Xiaowan into a pool of mud, his alcohol content reached the bottom and his tongue could not be straightened.

so, he spoke with a big tongue, but his classmate Ahan couldn't understand it. After being led by his maid Qiuju, he let him shout and scream, but the emperor's guru never appeared.

Although Ximen Daguanren was drunk, he still had a hint of awakening. Mu Linglong, who had stole the little witch, hurriedly left the scene of the crime and got rid of the suspicion.

In this way, a drunk man who could not distinguish between the east, south, west and north of the world appeared on Xuanwumen Street.

Suddenly, dozens of fast horses surrounded by a young man galloped over from behind, and the horseshoe and palms hit the gravel road, like dense rain knocking on the window, crackling.

The young man looked arrogant, his face was cold, and he was arrogant without anger. But if you look closely, there was still a little bruise on his white and tender face, which was the prince Zhu Cixuan!

Those who surrounded him were all wearing the uniforms of the generals of the Ming army. Under the setting sun, the battle robe seemed to be covered with a layer of gold, which was bright and bright, but they were all generals of the weapon battalion.

That's right, the prince finally recovered and was about to return to the palace. Under the leadership of Jiang Zebi, all the generals were dispatched to escort him.

Xuanwu Street has wide roads and few pedestrians on the road. Their group rushed to the road, and they were galloping.

Ximending was originally stumbled on the street, but suddenly fell to the middle of the road. When the group found out, it was too late to stop the horse.

Bang, gdong, puff...

With a burst of noise, when one of the fast horses knocked over Ximen Daguanren, four or five fast horses could not stop stomping over Ximending.

Passers-by screamed and horses neighed, and the scene was a little chaotic for a moment.

But the prince was anxious to return to the palace, and Jiang Zebi and others were also concerned about the prince's safety. After knocking Ximending down, they did not stop at all. They continued to gallop. Then several horses flew past Ximending. However, several people behind them slowed down and stopped their horses and circled around.

At this moment, the Great Official of Ximen, whose face was facing down, suddenly turned over and lay on his back. The guy was covered in dust, his eyes were closed, and his mouth was snoring, and he was asleep.

This immediately attracted the attention of the people on the horses behind: My grass! This girl was not trampled to death by Ranma?!

At this time, one of them saw the Xuanwu Sword that was originally pressing under his body and now exposed after Ximending turned over. He couldn't help but exclaim in his mouth. While the horse was still moving forward, he flew off the horse and walked quickly towards Ximending.

This general has a small nose and small eyes, but his hands and feet are long, his figure is strong, his skin is black and red, and his appearance is vulgar. He looks like a big horse monkey. He is no one else, but Ma Qianhu and Ma Ping.

At this time, Ximending looked embarrassed, he didn't recognize it at first, but he was impressed by the law enforcement tool of the spy at that time, the Xuanwu Sword. After identifying it, he carefully looked at the dirty Ximending and immediately recognized it.

Suddenly seeing the awesome spy of Spy 007 again, Ma Ping was surprised.

"Sir-Sir-Wake up..." Ma Ping quickly helped Ximending up and patted the dust off his body, and gently shook his shoulders.

With the slightest slight awakeness in his mind, Ximending walked all the way away from the Duwei Mansion and actually arrived near the palace. His drunkenness became stronger and stronger. After being knocked to the ground by a horse, his mind buzzed and he could no longer support him and fell asleep.

As for him being hit and being trampled by horse hooves, he no longer felt anything. Of course, this guy has a perverted physique, and he can still withstand this collision and trampling, which is not a big deal.

Ma Ping shouted a few times. Ximen Daguanren was breathing smoothly and was sleeping soundly, but he had no response. After checking again, he found that he was unscathed. He was secretly surprised and admired the skills of the spy.

At this time, the other three and four cavalry also surrounded him, and Qin Ren, the captain who was dissatisfied with Lai Changrong, was also among them.

"Xiao Qin, come here and help."

The drunk people were like mud and were dead. Ma Ping helped him several times but failed to help him up. When he looked up, he happened to see Qin Ren.

"Ma Qianhu, who is this?"

Ximen Daguan Ren dressed like a rich young man today, which was very different from that of the civilian dress. Of course, Qin Ren didn't recognize it. Although he came up to help, he couldn't help asking.

Uncle Ma was very vigilant and "knowing" that the spy of the Da Nei is a noble profession that is often hidden and cannot be easily known. He looked around and lowered his voice and said, "Don't ask randomly, be careful to lose your head."

Qin Ren is worthy of being a soldier and a captain. He is very confidential and safe. After hearing this, he stretched out his tongue and shut up immediately.

The two of them had a lot of strength to finally help Ximen Daguanren on Ma Ping's mount. Ma Ping asked Qin Ren to hold his horse, while he walked and personally guarded the side of the horse to help Ximen Daguanren to prevent him from falling off. His serious and cautious attitude was probably more responsible than serving his father.

As a result, the four people fell behind the team. When they arrived at the majestic Forbidden City Palace, they saw fast horses tied in front of the horse-drawn monument not far from the palace gate, and the people were nowhere to be seen, and they had obviously entered the palace. No, next to the several imperial guards in the capital waiting for the palace gate, there was another person waiting for them. They were the assistant officer in charge of military discipline in the weapons battalion, Chang Youli, Lord Chang.

"Ma Qianhu, what's wrong with you guys?" Seeing Ma Ping and the others coming, Chang Youli walked up with a calm face.

Since last time he assisted the "Da Nei Spy 007" in the Weapons Battalion to arrest the prince, although Ma Ping has not been promoted, he feels that his value has doubled. Even when facing Jiang Zebi, he doesn't take it seriously. Of course, he doesn't take this Chang Junshi seriously.

Ma Ping glanced at Ximending, who was still sleeping soundly on the horse's back, helped him tidy up his clothes, and walked over and pulled Chang Youli aside, whispering in his ear...

"ah--"

Chang Youli immediately widened his eyes and looked at Ximen Daguanren on the horse's back with shock.

"Mr. Chang, fortunately, I discovered it in time. Otherwise, everyone would have collided with the spy just now and ignored him. If he knew about it..."

"Uh?" Chang Youli heard this, thinking of the ruthless tricks that Ximen Lord seemed to be disregarding his relatives, he couldn't help but sweat from the back of his spine. He raised his hand to wipe his forehead, and said with a look of fear: "Fortunately, Ma Qianhu discovered it in time and saved me from beheading. Hehe... Next time Ma Qianhu went out for fun, I will turn a blind eye..."

"It's easy to say, it's easy to say..." Ma Ping smiled obscenely, but his face turned right: "Mr. Chang, we don't know where the spy lives. What do you think of how he deals with it now?"

When he heard this, Chang Youli's eyes lit up, and a thought flashed through his mind. He pretended to be lowered and pondered for a moment: "The identity of the Spy is a highly confidential matter. It is obviously not enough to hand it over to others, and we must return to the camp soon. I think... it's better to bring it into the palace and hand it over to the prince..."

"Leave it to the prince?" Ma Ping was shocked when he heard this and couldn't help but interrupt.

"What, are you worried that it would be unsafe to hand over the spy to His Highness the Crown Prince?"

In Male, the prince wished he could tear the spy into pieces and hand him over to him. Can the spy survive? You are not kind enough.

Chang Youli did not take his kindness, so he was slapped and kicked by Ximending, and he hated and feared him. But the spy was "high" and his arms could not be swayed, so it was impossible to take revenge. But now... it is very possible to take revenge by the prince's hand. Moreover, if he handed the spy to the prince, he would definitely take a different look at me and would be rewarded with great rewards... Take a step back and say that even if the spy was scared out of fear and did not dare to take revenge, there would be no loss.

"Ahem... Of course... Of course I don't mean that..." Ma Ping almost choked by Chang Youli's knowingly asked, staring at Chang Youli for a long time and couldn't speak.

"What do you mean? Your Highness the Crown Prince is wise and powerful, and has a broad mind. If you suspect that Your Highness the Crown Prince wants to be unfavorable to the Spy, it is very disrespectful." A ruthless look flashed in Chang Youli's eyes: Damn, do you think you are not even afraid of the Spy?

Of course Ma Ping was afraid. The secret spy, Shenlong, didn't see his head but his tail, and it was not his amulet. He provoked the prince and didn't know how he died.

"I mean... it's... it's not allowed to be summoned by the emperor. If we take the spy into the palace without authorization, will it cause a murder?" Ma Ping was also very quick to be wise.

"Spy Spy is the most favored by the emperor, and you are also deeply trusted by the Spy Spy. How could that happen?" Chang Youli pretended to be surprised and said, seeing Ma Ping open his mouth and want to speak again. He waved his hand and took out his former official power and said, "It's not too late, and it's also related to the safety of the Spy Spy. This matter will be handed over to me, so you don't have to worry about it."

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