In Kyoto, a dark shadow suddenly landed over a heavily guarded mansion. Before the guards had time to notice it, a shrill cry suddenly sounded from the main room in the east wing.
Blood stained window screen!
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The next day, the Kyoto Teahouse and Inn started to explode again under the golden sunshine.
Several Jianghu people were holding teacups and whispering to each other: "Hey, hey, have you heard? The eldest son of the richest man on the left was assassinated last night!"
"Zuo Mingde? What's going on?"
"It must have been caused by the wind! Oh, that death was so miserable!"
The speaker gestured to his crotch, raised his eyebrows and said to everyone: "Here! It's been chopped into pieces!"
"Ah? So cruel?"
The person who heard this was horrified: "Didn't the Crown Prince send the Royal Guards to guard the Zuo family? How could something like this happen?"
"Hey, tell me, has the Zuo family offended some terrible big shot? Do you think that his house was robbed by Qian Hands Wuhen one after another, and now that the eldest son Zuo is also dead, isn't it obvious that someone
Do you want to clean up the Zuo family?"
"In my opinion, those people are probably going for the Crown Prince! Don't forget, the Zuo family is the Crown Princess's natal family..."
The speaker suddenly noticed everyone's strange expressions and looked at everyone in confusion: "What, did I say something wrong?"
"..." Someone secretly gave him a code signal, telling him to look behind him.
He turned around in a daze, his legs weak with fear: "Your Majesty, Your Highness."
Feng Junchen had a gloomy face and stared at the person who was talking nonsense.
They were so frightened that they knelt weakly on the ground, with their heads hanging down, not daring to say a word!
The cronies around Feng Junchen stood forward and shouted to everyone in a cold voice: "Next time, whoever messes around will be killed without mercy!"
"yes……"
Feng Junchen had a gloomy face and looked at the people on the ground coldly. If this was not his critical period, with his violent temper, those people on the ground would have died long ago!
He flung off his sleeves and strode out of the teahouse.
The confidant hurriedly caught up and asked respectfully: "Your Highness, do you want to go to the Zuo family?"
Feng Junchen did not answer, but his footsteps were already moving in the direction of the Zuo family.
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The market was bustling with gossip.
Prince Gong's Mansion, three streets behind the market, also exploded.
Just because a certain old man knocked on the door of the palace before dawn and rushed straight to the main house of Xiaolin Garden angrily.
He was still cursing along the way: "You brat, you damn girl, come out! Come out! Brat, my old man was so sad that he couldn't sleep all night. It would be better for you to hug each other and sleep lovingly, and still
Do you have a conscience? Oh wow, I'm such an old bone. I've been bullied and I have no one to cry to! You bastards, you damn girls, come out here..."
He cursed all the way, his voice was loud, and he talked a lot. At first, the purpose was clear, but later, there was too much nonsense, and the topic became confused.
Chen Xi rubbed his sleepy eyes, lazily opened the door, and his uninterested eyes fell on the energetic Hua Jiazi. She was sleep deprived and her voice was as lazy as a cat: "Senior Hua, you came to Prince Gong early in the morning.
What is the name of the palace? If you are lonely and dissatisfied with your desires, then go out of the palace and go left! Go to the end and turn a corner, thank you!"