Sitting on the window seat on the second floor of Meiying Building, you can enjoy the beautiful scenery outside the window through the window bars. A man, a very strange man, drank the wine in his hand. He had an extraordinary bearing and was dressed in black.
A robe embroidered with a golden dragon. These are not strange. What is strange is that on such a hot day, a black jade mask covers the entire face. It gives people a sense of mystery and strange fear.
Such a person would be instantly recognizable among the crowd, because he has a kingly temperament all over him.
However, his eyes were always fixed on the wine glass in his hand, and he did not move away for a long time. At his feet, kneeling was a man also wearing black clothes and wearing a mask. But that man was wearing a bronze mask.
"Report to the Pavilion Master, everything is going according to plan." The man in black with a bronze mask knelt on the ground, looking at the wooden board on the ground with his head hanging down. From the beginning to the end, he did not have the courage to look at his master.
"Proceeding? How is that old immortal emperor?" A lazy voice sounded, seemingly with a hint of disdain.
The man in black with the bronze mask suddenly raised his head, glanced around, and said cautiously: "Back to the master, my subordinates have sent people to secretly poison King Zhaomu's food. The most he can do is survive.
Three months.”
"Two months? Why don't you hurry up?" A cold smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. The man in the black jade mask narrowed his eyes and asked in a cold voice: "Iron Wolf, why don't you hurry up?"
"Pavilion Master, haste makes waste. If you use too much poison, the imperial doctors will find out." A drop of cold sweat dripped from Tie Lang's forehead unknowingly.
Gently lifting the wine glass with his thumb and index finger, the pavilion master played with the wine glass in his hand boredly. The light red liquid inside swayed slightly, but not a drop spilled from the rim of the glass. He lowered his head and thought for a while, and he calmly
He said: "Three months, just three months. Tie Lang, which prince do you think is the best to win the throne?"
Tie Lang thought for a while and then said with great certainty: "The eldest prince is sick and the other princes are under twelve years old. The only ones who are most likely to inherit the throne are the second prince and the third prince. It is said that the second prince is cunning and cunning and can't hold his breath.
"
With a gentle force of his fingers, the wine glass in his hand shattered into powder: "The second prince is nothing to be afraid of. Let's get rid of the third prince first."
"Yes." Tie Lang lowered his head, accepted the order, and left quietly.
Everything was as peaceful as if it had never happened. It made people feel that the conversation just now was also an illusion.
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After going down the mountain, Qi Ran stood at the gate of the small town. Looking up, she saw three very conspicuous words - Duozui City.
Carrying the small baggage on his shoulders, Qiran smiled lightly, moved gently, and walked into Duozui City.
Duozui City is one of the more prosperous places in the entire Zhaomu Kingdom. The most prosperous place in Zhaomu Kingdom is considered to be the capital. Walking into Duozui City, Qiran felt a strong and suffocating feeling coming over her face.
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It's very heavy and uncomfortable.
Because he often breathes the fresh natural gas in the deep mountains, Qiran is very sensitive to smells. The smell is the fishy smell of blood. It is a smell that makes people vomit but is extremely familiar.
In less than half a cup of tea, the entire streets of Duozui City were in chaos. The vendors quickly took their things and ran home as if they were running away. Some pedestrians also immediately ran back to where they were sitting.
At this time, there were only four people left on the streets of Duozui City.