In the theater, Wu Song's fight against the tiger was lively, but there was no cheering from below, and it was lifeless. The waiter, wearing a white handkerchief, was leaning against the door frame with a teapot and dozing off.
"Hey, have you heard that Prince Yi is seriously ill again?" Scholar A shook the cup in his hand and sighed.
"God is jealous of talents, what a misfortune our country is!" Scholar Yi patted the table and stood up, shook his head, and sat down again.
"Why are you jealous of talents? Some people don't want Prince Yi to live." A peasant in coarse cloth glanced at the two scholars and said to himself.
The younger brother raised his eyelids and closed them again, humming an unknown tune.
"Brother, please don't talk nonsense?" Scholar B closed his folding fan and walked towards the farmer. He smelled the smell of sweat on the farmer's body and moved away in disgust.
"tnnd, I'm not talking nonsense. I just sent something to my brother from the palace, and my brother said that Prince Yi has not been in the palace these days." The farmer said unconvinced.
Today he went to deliver something to his younger brother who was working in the palace. Although he didn't go there much in the past, he only had to announce his younger brother's name through the back door to get in. But today, the two guards outside the door were
He was not allowed to go in. He persuaded the guards to call his brother out. After meeting him, he handed the things to his brother. After saying a few words, the guards asked him to leave.
He only knew that Prince Yi was not in the house, and he was afraid that something might happen to the house, so he was so strict. From what he heard from his brother, it seemed that Prince Yi was being killed outside.
Damn it, a good person like Lord Yi could be harmed.
Prince Yi is not in the mansion? Hearing these words, Scholar B and Scholar A looked at each other and put their own cups of tea on the farmer's table.
Although the waiter holding the teapot was still leaning against the wall, he opened his eyes and listened to the conversation of these people.
"A country bumpkin is just a country bumpkin. He has no knowledge. What's so strange about this? Prince Yi is seriously ill. Maybe the emperor brought him into the palace for treatment." A richly dressed nobleman at the other table said disdainfully. These people
The chattering was really endless, which delayed him from watching the show.
"My third eldest sister-in-law's cousin's son is on duty in the palace. The master of the palace has allowed him to go home to visit relatives one day. I went there yesterday and didn't hear him mention that Prince Yi was in the palace?" A man at another table said
Open your mouth and say.
Everyone was here making idle guesses and arguing. At this time, a man in a corner stood up and walked over mysteriously and said, "The old man just said it was right. Prince Yi was not seriously ill at all, but was assassinated.
Life or death is unknown now.”
"What?" Everyone in the theater put down their teacups and started talking about it. Suddenly, the originally cold teahouse felt like it was exploding.
The younger brother holding the teapot threw the teapot aside at some point, leaned over the table and asked, "How do you know?"
The man picked up the teacup and looked outside the door nervously. He saw two people walking out. The corners of his mouth under the teacup were slightly raised and he said softly, "Not only do I know that Prince Yi was assassinated and his life or death is unknown, I also know who assassinated him."
Who is this person?”
"Who is it?" Everyone stared at the man's mouth intently, for fear of missing a word. Even the man in rich clothes just now lost interest in the drama on the stage and listened with pricked ears.
"Do you know who hates our Prince Yi the most in the world today?"
"Of course they are from Tianxian. Every time those people rob our country of food, they are beaten to a pulp by Prince Yi."
The mysterious man shook his head.
"They should be from the Zhou Kingdom. Prince Yi just won the battle this time."
The mysterious man still shook his head.
"Is he the prince?" Scholar B asked in a low voice.
The mysterious man seemed to be frightened, his expression suddenly changed, and he reached out to cover Scholar B's mouth.
But no matter how quiet the voice was, the people next to him heard it. Once the people next to him heard it, naturally everyone in the teahouse knew it. Looking at the mysterious man's actions, everyone was sure of the answer.
The farmer didn't know why and asked strangely, "Why the prince?"
"Needless to say, the prince must have seen that Prince Yi had won the battle and made great contributions to the country of China. He was afraid that the emperor would change his mind and depose him and make Prince Yi the prince, so he killed his biological brother."
"What a sin!" The farmer slapped his leg and said angrily.
"It's not good, it's not good, the officers and soldiers are coming." I don't know who shouted.
The mysterious man who had been silent for a long time seemed to be waiting for this sentence. He stood up hurriedly and said in a panic: "The prince must have heard that we knew his secret and wanted to kill us to silence us. Everyone, run away. Don't do it."
Got caught."
Before the mysterious man finished speaking, everyone wanted to stand up and run away in a panic. The waiter kindly opened the back door of the teahouse for everyone. By the time the group of officers and soldiers arrived, the teahouse was empty, not even the waiter.
There was no trace of them.
Being so disturbed, everyone believed that the prince sent someone to assassinate King Yi. No one remembered to ask the mysterious man why he knew about this. No one noticed that a money transaction was going on in the backyard of the teahouse. A man
He took out two heavy purses and handed them to the other two people.
Upon closer inspection, the man who took out two purses from his arms was the mysterious man just now, and the other two men, one was a farmer and the other was the man who said that Prince Yi was not in the palace.
When the mysterious man saw the two people walking away, he took a thin human skin mask from his face and walked out of the alley with a smile on his face.
Xiao Piao Ling, for the sake of your husband-in-law, Brother Bing Feng took action personally this time. This time he asked the prince to shoot himself in the foot and suffer the consequences.
Bing Feng did not go back directly, but walked around the busiest market before going back. He heard that "the prince was worried that King Yi would steal his position as prince, so he sent someone to assassinate his own brother."
, spread throughout the streets and alleys, and then wandered all the way back to Ye Mansion.
"Xiao Piao Ling, your brother Bing Feng is back." As soon as Bing Feng entered the lotus house, he saw Ye Luo walking out with an empty medicine bowl. Without thinking, he rushed forward to hug Ye Luo.
Suddenly an apple flew straight towards him. Bing Feng had no choice but to give up Ye Luo and dodge to the side and stretched out his hand to catch the apple. He looked up and saw Mo Yichen looking at him with a murderous look on his face. He smiled coquettishly and took a bite.
The apple in hand sat opposite Mo Yichen.
"Is everything settled?" Mo Yichen asked coldly. If this man was not his brother, Mo Yichen would have torn him into pieces based on his behavior just now.
"I'm afraid word has spread all over the streets now, especially among these candidates this year, the reaction is even stronger." Bing Feng said sternly, it was just an apple, it was already interesting enough that this guy didn't kill him with a sword.