Following the sound, Qin Muzhao's face suddenly turned bad when he saw the person coming.
The man in dark brocade clothes was young, but his whole body and even his hair showed composure. He walked over as if he were leisurely walking, but in his vigorous and steady steps, there was a killing intent that was hard to ignore.
The spirit of cutting.
This is a character who has been trained on the battlefield, and this is the aura that emerges from the bloody storm.
Qin Muzhao's heart was filled with new and old hatreds, and he said in a deep voice: "Your Highness, Prince Liang, what does this have to do with you?"
Chu Xinyuan approached and said unhurriedly: "What the Marquis asked was too poor. The patrol found out that the dead men were committing murders. They felt that they could not handle it themselves, so they reported it to the Gyeonggi Guards for coordination. I am the new king.
The commander of the Gyeonggi Guard and the Western Guard received the news and came to assist, why not?"
Qin Muzhao: "..."
Marquis Dingyuan certainly knew about the emperor's appointment, but it was midnight, and Chu Xinyuan was only the commander of the Western Wei, how could he be the one here?
Jiang Mao had no expression on his straight face, but he was joking in his heart.
He would tell Marquis Dingyuan that he had no patrol at all today. He was sleeping on the bed in his guard house and was suddenly woken up by a paper ball. The paper ball said that there was a dead soldier committing an attack on such-and-such street?
No!
When he received the paper ball, he was also dubious and even prepared to curse.
But then, a person appeared in front of his bed, a person he had never expected. Then, he hurriedly climbed out of bed, led two teams of off-duty patrols, and rushed to capture the dead man.
Why go directly to the gate of Dingyuanhou?
Of course it was the message delivered by the person who came later.
He is not afraid of Marquis Dingyuan, and he is not afraid of anyone.
Anyway, he has a tough head!
Guchen, who is the boss, is very good. Everyone knows that he is a fool, but he is safe.
What can’t be done with the Dingyuan Hou Mansion?
Not to mention that when he and his people rushed to the Dingyuan Hou Mansion based on the information he got, he happened to see the two people entering the Dingyuan Hou Mansion. Even if he didn't see it, couldn't the Dingyuan Hou Mansion be searched?
However, despite his tough appearance, he is not dumbfounded, and it is not difficult for him to send news to Gyeonggi Guard.
But he didn't expect that it was this person from the Gyeonggi Guard!
Of course, there are still many things he doesn’t know.
For example, when the dead soldiers rushed into the Dingyuan Marquis' Mansion, and when Jiang Mao led the Gyeonggi Guards to block the door of the Dingyuan Marquis' Mansion, on a roof across the street at a diagonal angle, a charming figure yawned out of boredom and returned.
Go to sleep.
That figure is of course Mu Qingyu.
Mu Qingyu is not really that big-hearted. He just tied up the two dead men and then went to sleep.
She just pretended to go to bed, but actually went to smash paper balls for Jiang Mao of the patrol.
The two dead men grinded the rope for an hour. This hour was so long that she almost fell asleep.
Why don't you find out who sent the two dead men yourself?
Mu Qingyu found it troublesome, what are dead soldiers? Naturally, they have been trained since childhood, and the possibility of extracting useful information from their mouths is small. Besides, she just wants to know who sent them.
I thought it was Mu Mingyuan, but it turned out to be someone from Dingyuan Hou Mansion, boring!
With Jiang Tietou from the patrol as an eyewitness, Dingyuan Houfu went to prove his innocence. She didn't even think about reading any more.
I'm sleepy, I really want to sleep!
So she went back to sleep.
Therefore, she did not see Chu Xinyuan's arrival, nor did she know the subsequent development. She did not know that after she left, in a more secret corner, a dark shadow with obsidian eyes seemed to be filled with starlight.
