withered prosperity

After confirming that the opening of the coffin was not a joke, Yin Yutang could only bite the bullet and go to the Bai family to discuss it.

Murong Ji took the two of them to Hongyu Tower.

When he walked out of Prince Cheng's mansion, his subordinates brought three fine horses. At first glance, they looked like good horses from other lands, and they were extremely tall and magnificent.

As soon as Murong Ji stepped on the stirrup, he turned over, but as soon as Yan Hai got close to the horse, the horse's four legs went limp, and it fell to the ground, unable to get up despite being pulled by the whip.

"What's wrong?" Yan Hai asked Yun Ji beside him with a blank face.

"I'll do it." Yun Ji grabbed the rein and pulled it forward, and the horse obediently stood up.

Before he could speak to Yan Hai, the standing horse suddenly fell to the side like a golden mountain and a jade pillar, and it was foaming from its mouth.

Yan Hai couldn't hold back for a moment, and laughed with his head down.

The other horse that was pulled in front of him had the same result.

Yun Ji shook off the rein in his hand, and said flatly: "The king's horse has some kind of disease!"

"What are you talking about the descendants of the god horse..." Murong Ji felt that he couldn't hold back his face, and ordered his subordinates: "Go to the palace and ask for two horses, my horses can't afford to entertain two distinguished guests."

Although the two horses brought out from the palace were not the same as the two horses that Murong Ji fell down, there was nothing unusual about them.

Murong Ji led the way.

To go to Hongyulou, you have to pass through several squares, and the crowd gradually separated them.

"He should be a good person." Yan Hai and Yun Ji rode their horses far behind. "You see, although he comes from a noble family and has a bad reputation, he doesn't seem to be bullying others. He is also cautious and meticulous, and the city is also very deep. The way he treats us is just pretending to be seen by others. .”

Murong Ji stopped his horse and let a peasant woman carrying vegetables go over first.

Someone next to him whispered to him, as if he recognized him, when he looked over, those people fell silent like cicadas and scattered like birds and beasts.

He didn't look angry, and he didn't look like the arrogant county king who had no eyes, but carefully controlled the rein of the horse and moved slowly with the flow of people.

"Do you think he looks good?"

"The king of the county hates me very much, don't let him hear what you said." Yan Hai knew that he was joking, so he started talking nonsense. "If he hears about it, he might put me in prison immediately and peel off my skin."

"Peel it off, you can use more than this one layer." Yun Ji stretched out his hand to pick up the flying catkins that floated into his hair with the wind: "Besides, with me here, who would dare..."

"Chong-"

The sheathed long sword in Yun Ji's hand circled the two of them in a circle, blocking no less than twenty hidden weapons with a "jingling sound".

Pedestrians around screamed and panicked.

"What's going on?" Murong Ji was very alert, and immediately jumped off his horse and ran over.

"Keep an eye on him." After Yun Ji finished speaking, he stepped on the eaves and disappeared in two or three strokes.

Murongji's personal guards stood around the two of them, warding off the panicked crowd, and guarded in all directions.

Murong Ji knelt down and looked at the hidden weapon on the ground.

Although it has been poisoned, its shape is just that of an ordinary boomerang, and there is no special mark, so its history cannot be seen.

But it reminded him of the murder that happened on Sitong Street a few days ago.

Xue Changshou said that the poison on those hidden weapons is not unusual...

He pulled out a white veil from his pocket, and was about to pick one up as evidence, but when he saw the crooked characters on it, he took it back again.

In the end, I asked the guards for a cloth towel, wrapped it up and put it in the wide sleeve of the court dress.

"It seems like someone wants your life." He stood up and asked Yan Hai, "Have you encountered such a thing before?"

Yan Hai shook his head.

"Where were you two after midnight the night before yesterday?"

"Together, drank some wine."

"Then?"

Yan Hai smiled.

That smile made Murongji feel that he asked a question that shouldn't be asked.

"You don't seem to be worried about him?" He glanced at the street that had calmed down slightly.

Many people hid in the shops along the street, looking this way curiously.

"He is very good at martial arts." Yan Hai said lightly.

"Two fists are no match for four hands." Murong Ji tentatively said, "Too confident can easily lead to accidents."

"He will not."

As soon as the voice fell, he saw Yun Ji's figure.

Yun Ji came from the empty street. In order to conform to the image of a man from a foreign land, his hair was loose and not tied up, and his appearance when he was tossing and turning with the wind and steps was really pleasing to the eye.

Murong Ji looked at the handsome and ordinary appearance of the person beside him, and then at the handsome and upright demeanor of that person, he seemed to understand where this kind of admiration came from.

Yan Hai didn't say anything, but Murong Ji asked if there was anything wrong.

"Eight." Yun Ji said to him, "It's dead men."

In such a short period of time, one person defeated eight dead soldiers. This is a person with extremely high martial arts and extremely terrifying.

Murong Ji thought so at the time.

But after receiving the news from Gyeonggi Guard, he realized that he still misjudged this man's strength.

At that time, there were indeed eight dead soldiers, but they scattered and fled in four directions, but just two or three streets away, they were all sealed with a sword. These people couldn't even resist a single move, and none of them survived. leave.

After returning to the road, Yan Hai looked at Yun Ji beside him from time to time.

"What's wrong?" Yun Ji asked him when he watched it for the third time.

With Murong Ji right beside him, Yan Hai, who was inconvenient to ask, shook his head.

But Yun Ji obviously knew what he wanted to ask.

"It's just a temptation." He leaned over and whispered in Yan Hai's ear, "But they really want to kill you, they all deserve to die."

Yan Hai trembled all over, and looked at him in disbelief.

He just smelled the smell of blood, but he didn't think that Yunji really killed someone.

Although the opponents were all dead men, he really couldn't believe that with Yun Ji's martial arts, they couldn't stop them from committing suicide.

Unless... I didn't want to keep alive...

There was a slight pain above his ear, and he instinctively turned his head to avoid it.

Yun Ji stretched out his hand, twirled his ears, and smiled very comfortably.

Under the sunlight, his appearance was clearly reflected in those eyes with a hint of deep green.

Until before the Hongyu Tower, Yan Hai still hadn't fully recovered.

Although Yun Ji is superb in martial arts, he has never been a bloodthirsty person. On the contrary, he has always hated this kind of behavior that spares no room for attack.

Although there was fierce fighting in the Chaomu Pavilion, since he became the pavilion master, he would be punished severely if he killed someone, so compared to before, everyone's methods were much more relaxed.

But why would he suddenly...

The gate of Hongyu Building was locked tightly, Murongji's subordinates went to call for the door, after a while someone came out and led them in.

As the most famous brothel in Shangjing, Hongyulou is luxurious from the inside to the outside, not to mention the jeweled decorations, even the pillars are wrapped with beautiful silk from other places.

Hua Lianlian is the signboard of Hongyu Building, and her residence is a small independent building on the shore of the lake.

Although the lake next to the small building is not too big, it is exquisite and unique, and has a charming beauty.

The ground leading to this small building is shining in the sun, and it is only inlaid with five-color colored glass when you look closely. If you think it is lit at night, it must be even more colorful.

When I got closer, I could see that there was a seal of the prison department on the door, and there were still people on duty.

Seeing Murong Ji, the two guards hurriedly saluted and took off the seal.

"Murong Yu spent the night here." Murong Ji did not go in immediately, but said to Yan Hai: "She was sitting there at the time, and the people she mentioned indeed saw her."

Yan Hai looked at the direction he was pointing at. It was a rather big window, facing where they were standing.

"But it shouldn't be too late when these people come to see Hua Lian."

"Yes, after Zishi, no one can prove that she is still here, except..." Murongji's eyes moved to the other window: "Hua Lian and her personal maid."