One hundred and fiftieth chapters against the army
"The mission failed again?" Zheng Xiaohan frowned, staring at the young man in black clothes kneeling in front of the throne, and deliberately lowered his voice like thunder surging behind the dark clouds, "Why didn't you take action earlier?"
Mo Huan raised his head carefully. In his bright black eyes, frightened light flashed around, like a deer being slaughtered at any time. When he touched the angry expression of the monarch, he immediately lowered his head and tugged at the hem of his clothes in panic.
"Mo Huan... After Mo Huan delivered the letter to Mu Jianxin, he hurried to Jie Liu Palace. He happened to encounter Shao Kefan swinging Liu down the tree, and the two maids also took action. At that time, the courtyard was in chaos.
Shao Kefan didn't notice, but Mo Huan came back quickly and begged the king for forgiveness."
Shao Kefan is really everywhere! Or is he always so lucky? For more than three years, she has never defeated him. Even if it is a small victory, God will not show mercy to her.
Zhi Heilin waved his hand to split the sky, causing the chaotic impulse of the people to come over. The hand holding the armrest of the throne suddenly exerted force, but gradually let go due to the sudden weakness. However, the pill was completed, and the figures of the princes were in his mind one by one.
When she came to the scene, she took a long breath of hatred and deepness, but her determination was stronger than before.
You must let Shao Kefan know what real pain is.
There was no response for a long time, but the breath above his head was thick and unsteady. The monarch must be very angry. Mo Huan did not dare to express his anger. He knelt stiffly in front of the seat. He felt that his whole body was numb, but his consciousness was very clear. He was deeply afraid of something.
The palm struck down from the top of the head.
Zheng Xiaohan's eyes moved, he stood up, walked down the three carpet steps, and suddenly reached out to Mo Huan's head.
Mo Huan immediately held his breath. His whole body was like a bow stretched as tight as possible. The tension and fear reached the deepest part of his soul, and he was on the verge of collapse. Although his martial arts skills were good, he was just an ant in front of the monarch.
Ten moves will kill you.
However, the desire to survive made him secretly gather all his strength and prepare to fight back with all his strength. He was a bit cowardly in nature, but he did not want to die pitifully like this. Before dying, being a hero was a good choice.
However, when those hands touched his tied hair, his scalp suddenly felt numb, which quickly spread to his whole body. Unexpectedly, there was no murderous intention at all, it was completely natural force. What happened? He did not dare to look up, but was surprised
He opened his eyes wide and raised his eyebrows, trying to see what was happening above him. However, he could only vaguely catch a glimpse of the translucent green thin shirt lightly covering the top of his head, giving him a slight summer coolness through his hair.
Zheng Xiaohan clamped Mo Huan's white glazed hairpin between his index and middle fingers and pulled it out. His other hand took off the sapphire crown that bound his hair. In an instant, a waterfall of black silk fell down, half covering his head slightly.
A boyishly handsome face.
"Your Majesty, this..." Mo Huan suddenly thought of something, and he didn't know what it was like in his heart. His face flushed, and his expression became awkward. Finally, he couldn't help but raise his head and cast an inquiring gaze on the Monarch.
But he saw that Zheng Xiaohan's hand had left the top of his head, and his left hand was holding his glazed hairpin and sapphire crown, seemingly carelessly, holding it loosely, and might drop it at any time. A yellow brocade cloth the size of a thumb cap was wrapped in it.
The floating round pellet was shrouded in a ball of white light and suspended above the palm of his right hand.
Zheng Xiaohan's eyes fell on the palm of his hand. He was not in a hurry to open it, as if he already knew what it was. He just looked at the gradually decaying brocade cloth with an expression of extreme disgust in his eyes, and said a sentence between his teeth, "Shao Kefan,
It’s really despicable.”
A layer of cold sweat broke out on Mo Huan's body, "My lord, what is this?"
Was this terrifying thing actually taken out of his hair crown? No wonder the moment his hair fell down, he vaguely felt the monarch's fingers touching his scalp, and then quickly removed it.
The light in Zheng Xiaohan's palm suddenly flashed, and a hot air rushed into Mo Huan's face. The brocade cloth was quickly corroded, and the translucent medicine particles whose outer skin began to peel off were revealed, and turned into nothingness in the blink of an eye.
Disappeared in mid-air.
"This is a hidden grain. The brocade cloth is soaked in anti-toxic corrosion-inhibiting water. It will take effect after three hours. Two and a half hours is enough for you to come from Cangteng to Yingzhi. Half an hour is enough for you to report to this king.
Report the circumstances of the murder, and then it’s time for you to become poisonous.”
Mo Huan naturally knows the power of the hidden killing pills. Last time he was assigned Wu Manhong to assassinate Mu Jianxin. The five Cangteng workers used the hidden killing pills arranged by Wu Manhong. How could Shao Kefan let another one go?
A person who intends to plot against Mu Jianxin will eventually have to treat others in his own way.
Zheng Xiaohan walked up the steps step by step, turned around and sat down on the throne. Looking at the frightened Mo Huan in the palace, he sneered, "Shao Kefan, I don't want to keep you like last time."
This time, Mo Huan smartly heard a certain meaning in the words, and his body trembled slightly, "Mo Huan is useless, please have mercy on me."
Zheng Xiaohan took the tea cup from Wan Jia's hand, opened the tea lid and grinded it a few times, then spread the fine tea leaves, brought it to his mouth and paused, "You are young and have little experience, so you are really not suitable to be sent to Cangteng."
, do you know why I want to send you there?"
Mo Huan shook his head in confusion, "Mo Huan doesn't know."
Zheng Xiaohan's lips raised a touch of sarcasm, and his tone was light and fluttering, "Because you are cowardly! Only people like you, when encountering something that scares you, will leave regardless of dignity and survive. He sent another swordsman.
, they will fight desperately and die in the sky, which is a loss to me. And if you can come back, you can report the news in time. If you can't come back, just...just think that Shao Kefan has solved a waste for me.
Already."
These words were like thousands of needles penetrating into my bones. For the first time in my life, I knew what humiliation was. Mo Huan's fists gradually clenched, his brows furrowed, revealing an air of unwillingness to admit defeat. There was something in the air.
As he passed by, he looked up and saw that it was his own glazed hairpin and sapphire crown. He raised his hand to grab it and returned to a still state, letting his long hair hang loose and his eyes slightly red.
Suddenly remembering something, Mo Huan asked word for word, "In that case, why did the monarch save me just now?"
Zheng Xiaohan calmly took a sip of tea, shook his head, and asked contemptuously, "Why? Do I want to watch helplessly as there is another rotting corpse in the palace? Rather than doing this, I might as well save you. A living person is better than
Good for the dead."
Mo Huan's fists clenched again. It turned out that his value was just a little better than a rotting corpse. There was no longer any fear or cowardice in his heart, and he had unprecedented pride and determination, and he promised like an oath, "
Mo Huan must become a qualified swordsman."
A look of satisfaction appeared on Zheng Xiaohan's face. This kind of stimulation is still useful. I am afraid that the Eagle Palace will have another decisive swordsman in the future. He waved his hand a little tiredly, "Just step back."
"Yes." Mo Huan stood up as if relieved and shook his numb feet. However, when his eyes touched the frowning brow, his body suddenly froze, his expression became serious, and he solemnly clasped his fists, "Mo Huan excused himself.
"He turned around and strode towards the door of the palace, his steps much more hesitant and steady than when he came.
Wan Jia burst out laughing, took the tea cup from Zheng Xiaohan's hand, and placed it gently on the low table to the left of the throne, "Mo Huan is such a ****, he changes so quickly!"
Zheng Xiaohan didn't seem to hear that. He stared at the void in the hall, his eyes were like the blazing sun. There was something jumping inside like fire, trying to lick the virtual man in red.
"Shao Kefan." These three words popped out between her teeth again, and Wanjia's heart trembled for no reason. But it was not because of fear. She had never dared to call her senior brother by name. She had never dared to call him that.
Hearing his full name from his mouth, even though it was full of murderous intent, was also a kind of satisfaction for her.
The last time she heard the conversation between Zheng Xiaohan and the man during the meal in the locked Huike Hall, she thought the matter was of vital importance and hurriedly wrote a letter to Cang Teng. Unexpectedly, the senior brother replied that he had already
Know it clearly, describe it lightly in sentences, and ignore it indifferently.
However, no matter what the outcome was, she had to stay and continue to monitor Zheng Xiaohan, maybe for a few months, or for a few years, or for the rest of her life, as long as she was willing to serve him.
In the past three months, the secret love has become deeper and deeper. Anyway, they rarely meet each other, and she can hide it when they do. The senior brother should not be able to detect the clues, so she will let it happen naturally.
Rooted in the heart, it will be as deep as the root is deep, and it will be as high as it can be pulled out.
Three months ago, she went to Cang Teng Palace to visit her senior brother. She was struck by his arrogant and cold demeanor at just one glance. She was dressed in a red slow robe, which reminded people of the Manzhu Shahua in hell, burning silently and coquettishly.
There was no ordinary thing, but it was exceptionally deserted, hiding the smell of death, whether it was to others or to himself.
However, the look he was looking at the stunning woman in yellow robe beside him was intense and intense. All his affection was slightly rippling in the deep pool, extending thousands of feet deep into the depths, and he could not take it back no matter what.
She knew that there was no hope for her in this life, so she gave up from the beginning.
On the first day she expressed her willingness to serve, the senior brother sent her to Zheng Xiaohan as a maid. In the past three months, Cang Teng recalled several people who were working as internal liaisons in the Eagle Palace, but she never had a role. She didn't ask.
, Senior Brother didn’t even mention it, maybe this is the best!
A sudden pain in her wrist pulled her back from her thoughts. She saw that Zheng Xiaohan's fingers had trapped her wrist. In just a moment, it seemed that all her strength had been taken away, making her body tend to collapse.
Those bright black eyes stared at her sharply, "It seems that he has good martial arts skills."
Wan Jia knelt on her knees, "Before entering the palace, Xiao Wan practiced martial arts for several years for self-defense."
Zheng Xiaohan leaned forward slightly, with an indescribable meaning in his eyes, "Such a powerful martial arts is only used for self-defense, it would be a waste. This is fine, you can do things for me from now on."
Wan Jia was slightly startled and said, "It is Xiaowan's duty to serve the monarch. Xiaowan has always done his duty for the monarch."
Zheng Xiaohan let go of her hand and leaned on the throne. He glanced at the maid kneeling in front of the throne, and then cast it into the air. There was a sense of satisfaction in his look, "It's different now. From now on, you will not only be a maid, but also a maid."
Swordsman, I will send you to Cangteng for work at any time, do you know?"
Wan Jia hesitated for a moment, gritted her teeth, and prostrated on the ground, "Xiao Wan will go through fire and water for the king, even to the death."
"Haha." Zheng Xiaohan chuckled twice, "You are so obedient."