atypical prostitute

Chapter 192 Suspicious Clouds
He gripped the knife at his waist.

The anger and fear that arose from people being killed have all disappeared. At this moment, Prince Yan is a lone wolf in the dark, surrounded by broken limbs, and the only thing he can trust is the knife in his hand.

The knife is a black iron broad-blade knife, made of meteorite iron offered by the local area, which is harder than ordinary sabers, enough to cut through fine iron as thick as a thumb without losing a single bit.

He learned swordsmanship at the age of five and killed people at the age of seven, and went to the battlefield with his father at the age of 13. Not to mention among the sons of kings, even compared with the descendants of those generals, he is rare to meet opponents.Except for the Ye family, he has always been invincible among his peers.

But at this moment, he felt afraid, the danger was approaching, no one knew where it came from, and when it would be launched.

He is in an alley.

The most common bluestone alley in the capital is a narrow alley that only allows a carriage to pass through.Since people have just turned into pieces of meat.If he hadn't been quick to react, he would have been cut into pieces along with the horse under his crotch in the first wave of attacks.

On the night of August [-], the moon was still clear, and the dew on the ground shone like mercury.But he only felt that his body was getting stiffer and stiffer. A monster was watching him, and his murderous intent turned into ice and stimulated his spine. He wanted to run, but he didn't dare to speed up his pace.

He couldn't turn his head back, he couldn't turn around, he could only look ahead and hold the knife in his hand tightly.

This is his only support right now.

"It was like a nightmare."

He said softly in his heart that Princess Yan had been missing for nearly ten days, and he couldn't suppress his anger because he was worried about his mother, so he brought more than ten personal guards to Ye Mansion to make trouble.Although he knew that his behavior was a bit unreasonable, at best it was just a temporary pain.But he didn't care so much, the missing person was his mother, the honorable Princess Yan, he couldn't wait!

Perhaps it was a mistake, but in Ye Mansion he received the most honorable and humble hospitality, and every servant was as gentle as water.But no matter how gentle and humble the woman's words were, they couldn't quell the anger in his heart. Like a ghost, he knocked down the hostess of Ye Mansion to the ground with one palm, and was "sent" out by the enraged hostess.

Then such strange things happened.

When he found an ambush in the alley, he just thought it was the Ye family's revenge and didn't care.Who would have thought that these people's insidious methods were the only ones he had ever seen in his life.He, who had seen the Shura field before, did not want to believe that the fragments on the ground were his attendants.

too disgusting.

It's simply killing for the sake of killing.

Suppressing the urge to vomit, he walked forward step by step. When he stepped into the shadow of the big camphor tree at the end of the alley, there was a sound.

"His Royal Highness, are you safe?"

It was a soft, almost feminine voice, but the physical and mental tension suddenly doubled.He turned around and saw a man in gray-yellow clothes as tall as an iron tower and a young man in red sitting on his shoulders.

It was the boy who was asking the question.

The moon was shining brightly, so he could see the young man's appearance clearly. The young man was as beautiful as a woman. If it wasn't for the strong anger between his brows, he would even suspect that it was a woman pretending to be him.

The iron tower man who was willing to be a boy's mount had long black hair and was full of dirt. He was holding a triangular iron fork, and his eyes were covered by an iron mask.

He was actually an ascetic monk, Shizi couldn't help but feel terrified, he knew that the legendary ascetic monks were actually just mortals with firm beliefs.But these ascetic monks are all monsters, and they don't care about life or death for their belief.

There is actually an ascetic monk hidden in the capital, and I don't know which prince is so generous.

"who are you!"

"The one who took your life." The young man said flutteringly, his voice was very gentle, but cold and emotionless, "Draw your sword."

Was it in front of him?
The prince said angrily: "My knife will not kill the unknown! Report your name!"

Hearing this, the young man smiled sweetly and said, "Why do you want to report your name? You are about to die, do you want to take my name to the underground to sue your Hades?"

Your Hades?
There was a terrible ripple in his heart. People who can speak like this are definitely not from the Central Plains.

No wonder the dervish is carried around with him.

Realizing that he was doomed, the eldest son snorted coldly, and said, "So it's Xiliang's desire. He was completely defeated on the battlefield, but he has perfected his assassination skills. It's a pity that assassinations can't change history!"

"Of course an assassination won't change history. But it will shut you up."

The young man said with a smile, he was born with a pair of ecstasy eyes, and when he smiled, the corners of his eyes were raised, which gave him a somewhat evil taste.If the scene were changed, the bones of the people who saw it would be crisp.

But against the background of the mountain of corpses and the sea of ​​blood, King Yan's son could only think of fear and monsters.

"Insanity!"

Squeezing out his throat, Shizi no longer waited, his shoulders tilted slightly, and he drew out his saber.

However, when his knife reflected the moonlight mercilessly, he found that the boy did not move, and he was watching him silently, as if looking at a corpse.

"You—ah!"

He yelled, trying to dispel the fear, but the other party still didn't move, standing there silently, not even fluttering the corners of the veil.

He began to fear, his hands trembled, his eyes widened, but he found that his eyes were becoming more and more hazy.

I don't know how long it has passed, the night wind blows through the alley, and the camphor tree above the head drops its leaves, which fall to the ground, but it sounds like a huge boulder falling to the ears.

He walked cautiously, every step was filled with the full comprehension of the knife, his pace was not fast.However, every step was cautious, and his opponent also moved. The body that looked like an iron tower was so light that it didn't make a sound, which made Shizi's heart even more tense.

His heart was beating like a drum, his ears were ringing like the Yellow River was rushing, but the wind was also picking up. When a leaf passed by his eyes lightly, he saw death.

The white light flashed, the head flew up, and the headless body slowly fell down spraying blood.

The head did not fall to the ground.

When the ascetic monk took back the triangular iron fork, the young man sitting on his shoulder waved his sleeves and hugged his head into his arms.

The white finger dipped the bright red at the fracture, wiped it on the lips, and muttered while applying it: "Anu, I thought of another fun idea, let's go to Yan Wang's Mansion!"

……

……

The assassination of Prince Yan's son shocked the entire capital.

Because it was the prince of Yan who was assassinated, and because of the cruel methods of the assassin.The scene was almost full of broken limbs and legs, and even the horses were cut into pieces. The police officers searched inch by inch despite the bloody blood and stench, but only found more than a hundred small holes in the green wall of the alley. It is speculated that it was used to fix a murder weapon that was long and thin like silk.And it is this kind of thing that can't be seen clearly at night that has deprived more than [-] people of their lives.

Except for Prince Yan's son, almost everyone turned into pieces of meat. The steward of the palace had no choice but to order people to gather up all the pieces of meat, pack them in coffins and send them back.

In fact, even the eldest son is still incomplete.

Under tremendous pressure, Jing Zhaoyin ran around, but within two hours, his already gray hair was all as pale as snow.And Shizi's head was finally found five hours after the incident.

The murderer put the son's head on the rockery in Yan Wang's mansion!

On the bloody rockery, the originally handsome face was only hideous, and the eyes turned into two big pools of blood. The maid who was the first to find the head simply passed out.

After receiving the bad news, King Yan slapped the mahogany case away with a palm!

Afterwards, he took a group of followers and went to Yefu.

……

……

Facing the menacing King Yan, Ye Chuan had a calm attitude and said indifferently, "My Highness, please mourn."

What happened yesterday made him suppress the boss's anger. He understood that Prince Yan's son was worried about his mother, but he could never forgive him for beating his beloved wife.

In fact, if Prince Yan's son hadn't been killed, he should have gone to Prince Yan's mansion today to question his teacher about the son of King Yan's unreasonable visit to the door yesterday and attempting to beat his wife.

Being able to receive the King of Yan with a peaceful attitude is already scruples about the pain of the old man's bereavement.

It's a pity that King Yan didn't know about this, he only saw Ye Chuan's indifferent face, and Ye Fu's hidden expression of gloating, he couldn't help being angry from his heart, and shouted: "Young Marquis is so majestic!"

"Don't dare!"

Ye Chuan contradicted him neither humble nor overbearing. Seeing his strong attitude, King Yan felt suspicious, snorted, and said, "If my son has offended me in the past, the father will plead guilty on his behalf today."

"Your Highness is serious, I am a junior, how can I afford an apology from an adult."

Ye Chuan continued to reply coldly and forcefully. Seeing his attitude, the King of Yan became more and more suspicious, and said with a livid face, "I can't afford it, but I can afford it. Ye Chuan, you rely on your status as a foreign relative to hold the Imperial Army , doing things even more arrogant!"

"Ye Chuan is dull, he doesn't understand His Highness's meaning!"

"Let me ask you, have you found out the whereabouts of the princess?"

"Never."

"You know what happened yesterday!"

"I already know."

"Your Majesty handed over the imperial army to you before leaving, and ordered you to defend the important areas of the capital. How trustworthy you are! You have neglected your duties, and major incidents have occurred in the capital one after another. You are not good at doing things, and you dare to shirk responsibility!"

"The disappearance of the concubine and the assassination of the prince are indeed a major event. But the ministers have the courage to ask the prince. After the concubine disappeared, Jing Zhaoyin and Liu Hui came to see him many times, hoping to get the slightest clue. Every time I get kicked out by the lord's concierge. Don't give clues, and have to solve the case within a time limit, doesn't the lord think it's a difficult situation!"

"Stop making excuses for your incompetence!"

Yan Wang said bitterly.

"It's hard for a clever woman to cook without rice, let alone such a strange case. The forbidden army is incompetent, of course it is true. But the murderous man dared to send the son's head back to the palace, which shows that the guards of the palace are also quite loose. Is the prince really not worried about his own safety? "

"If that murderous person strikes, it will save me a lot of worry."

King Yan spoke unreasonably, and because of some unspoken reasons, he didn't dare to tear his face prematurely.

"I'm afraid that someone will blame the subordinates later. I know that in the eyes of the prince, I can't wait for the ants. But even the ants have the power to control their own destiny. Prince, although your majesty is far away in the frontier, you and I have to remember , You have to think twice before acting. If you act rashly, you may fall into the trap of some people."

"trap?"

King Yan asked back.

Ye Chuan replied coldly: "Your lord, you know that the prince came to Ye's house to make trouble last night. My husband and I served with humility and hospitality, but we couldn't get a good word. Zhuo Jing was beaten even more, and he is still unconscious."

"what do you mean--"

"The son just caused trouble in the Ye family, and was assassinated when he turned around. What would others think? Just now Liu Hui had informed his subordinates of the layout of the murder scene, and his steps were meticulous. They are sparing no effort to instigate and divide us."

"You mean—someone deliberately incited my son to come to the house to find trouble, and then assassinate my son on the way back, taking the opportunity..."

"Separate me and the prince." Ye Chuan said calmly, "Because of this, I have to be more open and honest with the prince, so as not to fall into a trick and disappoint His Majesty's good intention of appointing me to command the imperial army."

King Yan thought for a while when he heard the words, then nodded and said, "What you said makes sense."

(End of this chapter)