I just like the Prime Minister

Chapter 102

When Xu Sanniang and Yeluzhen approached, Jiang Xizhu's slightly joyful smile was completely covered by melancholy.

Li Chengzuo didn't dare to go far in the vast fog, and walked two steps along the place where the tents on the ground were distorted, and found that he couldn't see anything clearly, but the distance between these steps was six or seven meters, as far as he could see And within the reach of the tentacles, you can no longer see anything at the same height as people, as if this place was razed to the ground by the sudden bombing.

Li Chengzuo frowned, leaned over and touched the wet ground under his feet, froze for a while, and then quietly returned to Jiang Xizhu's side.

"This place is a bit evil." Li Chengzuo's expression was not serious, and he was even a little foolish. "Once you are born and you are familiar with them, it is always good to meet them."

When Jiang Xizhu heard the words, the corners of his eyes trembled slightly. He didn't know whether it was worry or fear. He keenly heard the implication from Li Chengzuo's words, and said, "The choir."

Li Chengzuo smiled kindly, and he didn't know how the senior emperor with a crow's mouth could still laugh at this time.

"Jun Chi Huiyan." He hooked his lips speciously, "You said they used this trick over and over again, wouldn't they get tired of it?"

When Li Chengzuo was speaking, Jiang Xizhu was rolling up and leveling the tent under his feet that could trip people at any time. The explosion happened too suddenly just now, and the tent was blown up. Patches, just not far apart.

Jiang Xizhu put together the pieces of rags on the left and the right, and twisted them into a thick rope. Hearing Li Chengzuo's words, his hands paused, and he kept moving: "Your Majesty, the tricks again and again, most of the time are Because it's useful."

Li Chengzuo came over and gave him a hand: "I knew you could tell... Come on, it's a mule or a horse let them pull it out for a walk, it's the last time, I hope they will have a good time..."

The emperor and prime minister were busy playing charades. Xu Sanniang and Yeluzhen listened for a long time with bated breath, and felt that the clouds and mountains were surrounded by mist. Unnecessary doubts, Xu Sanniang is different, her face is full of worry: "Your Majesty, Mr. Jiang, you... what are you talking about, what is the situation now?"

Li Chengzuo and Jiang Xizhu looked at each other, and showed an indifferent smile: "The current barracks is no longer the one we just came in..."

These words are so familiar, Xu Sanniang felt that she had heard them somewhere before, and it was shocking to think about them carefully—when they were exploring the prison in Yecheng at night, when they were about to leave that magnificent room full of illusions, someone seemed to have said the same words .

"Blood Prison." Xu Sanniang said incredulously, "We are obviously..."

Li Chengzuo nodded, and finished the sentence for her: "We obviously came from the outskirts of Chaoge City. This is an open military camp-although there are no living people who seem to be haunted, and there are monster puppets playing tricks, and even There are explosives for us to blow up the house, and now it is still surrounded by clouds and mist like a fairyland... But we can't get out, we just can't get out."

Xu Sanniang was taken aback, couldn't help but took a deep breath, and clenched her lower lip.

After a while, she came back to her senses: "There are institutions... just like the last time we were in the 'blood prison' in Yecheng, Mr. Jiang said that there were institutions left by craftsmen in the place where it was built..."

"Not busy." It was Jiang Xizhu who spoke.

Jiang Xizhu finally twisted the rope, which was oddly shaped and not neat. He stood up and together with Li Chengzuo, he straightened the tent's twisted rope. He gestured at the length with his eyes, as if he was satisfied, before lifting He raised his eyes and said, "Don't be busy, since Team Leader Yin's kindness has allowed us to find an old friend, then let's save the person first before going out."

Xu Sanniang was stunned for a moment, completely unaware of what kind of escape plan this prime minister had planned, and before he could react, a piece of rope was stuffed by Li Chengzuo.

"Hold this." Li Chengzuo said to Xu Sanniang, and also gave Yeluzhen a stick, "It's hard to see the direction in the fog, don't get lost, it's too late, Song Zhen's bad temper is probably going to demolish the house."

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At this time, the night was dark and the stars were dim. In the real barracks of the rebels, the man in black knelt silently before Yin Jian.

Yin Jian's complexion was obviously not good-looking, the candlelight reflected from one side, flickering on and off, casting half of his face in the shadow.

"That's what he said? They escaped from the blood prison? And they can come out this time?"

The man in black kneeling in front of him had a face that could never be recognized after being thrown into the crowd, and his expression was as numb as thousands of other living beings. Hearing Yin Jian's words, he replied calmly: "The person who was ordered to monitor That's exactly what people say."

Yin Jian's face darkened a bit when he heard this sentence, and his thoughts went back and forth between "how is it possible" and "if not afraid of ten thousand, just in case", and finally decided "it is better to believe it than not to believe it" It’s nothing.” With a condescending and solemn face, he weighed a lot of things in his heart, and finally said: “Keep an eye on them... try to lure them to see Song Zhen, after they see Song Zhen, Do it directly."

The man in black who applied for numbness took the order and disappeared into the dark night just after the curtain was lifted.

Ever since the man in black left, Yin Jian has been restless.

He was about to fall asleep, but was disturbed by the sudden news. For a while, he couldn't sleep anymore. There was a string in his heart, he didn't dare to relax, but he didn't dare to tighten it.

He looked at the candles flickering restlessly in the house, and remembered some old things from many years ago.

The "choir" was originally an organization that walked the streets and alleys, and there were a lot of capable people and strangers. The Khitan people were good at singing, dancing, and eloquence. , but because he is a foreign race, he has always been tolerated by the Central Plains.

It is not easy to make a living in the rivers and lakes. The change of the "choir" started from an accident-someone invited the "choir" to come to perform, but because one of the "choir" accidentally violated the owner's family Not only did he not give money, but he also severely injured the artist who made a mistake, and died before returning to the inn.

At that time, the head of the group couldn't seek justice for the dead brother, so he was furious for a while. After arguing with the slaves of the villa, he burned the villa on fire, so that more than half of the people in the villa were killed or injured.

This incident caused a sensation in the martial arts world, and finally shocked the former leader of the martial arts world in the Central Plains.

In the name of "killing innocent people indiscriminately", the martial arts leader issued an order to kill the "choir", and everyone was punished.

As soon as this order came out, many people in the "choir" were unfortunately killed either because of their poor martial arts or because they were alone.

At this moment, someone generously extended a helping hand to them...

That person gave the "choir" a new life, gave the "choir" a Khitan soul, and let them stand on the blood and live forever-until today.

It was also his planning that made the "choir", a group of Khitan people living in the rivers and lakes, gain a foothold in the Central Plains martial arts, and finally waited for the person who could activate his grand ambitions that existed a hundred years ago.

Yin Jian thought about it, but saw the candlelight in the room suddenly jump twice.

There is no wind in summer, and there is not even a trace of popularity in the house.

Yin Jian looked around with his eyes calmly, frowned, thinking that he was overthinking, he got up and looked at the night outside the tent, the dark clouds had already receded, and a round of under-full moonlight shone on the quiet lake.

The moon has moved to the east, and there seems to be a faint light at the end of the boundless night.

The long night was about to pass, and there was silence in the military tent.

The murderous choirmaster in the arena feels that he is really old, and he is only confused by a few absurd remarks made by younger generations who don't know whether they are true or false.

Now half of Dayu's country is the dust behind him, if he wins the emperor who does not know the heights of heaven and earth, and goes forward to aspire to the Central Plains, it will be the long-cherished dream of that person. He doesn't know why he is hesitant at this time.

He has specialized in assassination for many years, and he is indeed not good at strategizing the battlefield, but he is not incapable of fighting.

What's more, what he's controlling are the refugees from Dayu. Even if there are no soldiers left, he can guarantee that he and Qin Chuzhi will be able to retreat, and one day they will be able to make a comeback. It was never his Yin Jian.

What's more, even if he has something, there is a sufficiently tricky Qin Chuzhi behind him.

Thinking of this, he felt at ease, and flicked the thin shirt that was casually draped over his body, revealing the strong but scarred muscles in his arms, and lay casually on the couch. His exposed muscles were impressively Wolf head tattoo - that's a mark that only members of the Khitan royal family have.

He stayed up all night, feeling tired from deep thinking, and fell into a trance for a while, and soon fell asleep. He didn't know how long he was in a daze, but he felt a sudden chill on his neck.

Yin Jian turned vigilantly towards the others, and at this moment, he immediately turned over and woke up, only moved a little, and did not dare to act rashly again.

A long knife was placed condescendingly against his throbbing neck, and he raised his head without fear, but saw an unexpected person—— that person was indifferent, with neither sadness nor joy under his handsome face, looking down with him.

"Second Prince?" Yin Jian was startled, "Why are you here?"

However, before he finished speaking, another person turned around from behind Yeluzhen, with a pair of peach blossom eyes that seemed to be smiling but not smiling, as if he had suffered all the love of the world.

"Tsk..." Li Chengzuo smiled, looked at Yeluzhen, who had an indifferent expression, and Yin Jian, who rarely showed a surprised expression, "Old acquaintance, no need to introduce... Oh, yes, I need to introduce myself, my surname is Li , the reign name Tianqi, isn’t he an emperor.”

The author has something to say: I have been in a bad mood for the past two days, and I have adjusted it, and I will resume daily updates.