After the four girls left, Ximen Hao put A'ke down from his lap, and then looked at the dancers starting to dance below, and couldn't help but smile.
"Xiao Ji, believe it or not, my second uncle probably already knew I was coming."
"So, how do you always want to play?"
Ji Wubing was still a little resentful, so there was a hint of complaint in his words.
"I want to meet my second uncle, whom I haven't seen for many years. What do you think?"
Ximen Hao kicked the ball to Ji Wubing.
Ji Wubing was stunned for a moment, then shook his head helplessly and said with a wry smile:
"I'll do the math."
After saying that, he closed his eyes, fanned his feather fan, and started to pinch it with his other hand.
Ximen Hao and others did not disturb each other, but unanimously turned their attention outside, to the dancing girl writhing on the stage on the first floor.
For a moment, Ji Wubing's face changed slightly and he suddenly opened his eyes.
Ximen Hao's heart tightened and he asked:
"What? What did you figure out?"
"Cough cough cough!"
Ji Wubing coughed violently a few times, and then looked at Ximen Hao strangely:
"Your Highness, it seems that I often do it for you when I have nothing to do. You... ugh! Why are you so hated by others!"
Ximen Hao was a little confused, but then he came to his senses.
It seems that Ximen Wentian has a back-up plan waiting to harm him!
"Mad! It seems that Master Hao can't hide even if he wants to!"
"Ahem! Your Highness, you are right. Even if you don't want to meet, the other party will come to your door. This is a meeting destined by God."
Ximen Hao raised his eyebrows and asked:
"What's the bad luck?"
"No matter what the fate is, there is no way to avoid it. Your Highness, rather than the other party taking action, it is better for us to take the first step."
Ji Wubing did not explain. Tianji cannot be explained, and sometimes it is not clear.
After all, he is not a god.
What's more, if you talk too much, you may die early that day if you don't protect yourself.
"A move?"
Ximen Hao glanced outside, at the luxurious Yihong Building, and a smile gradually appeared on his face, a somewhat sinister smile.
Here, everyone except Ji Wubing shuddered.
Because this kind of smile heralds: Your Highness, the Crown Prince, is about to start a trap again!
"Hey! Your Highness, how do you want to play?"
As long as Ji Wubing is a cheater, and there is a chance to cheat others, his mentality of revenge against society will emerge again.
"Huhahahaha! Come on, Xiaoji, come over here."
Ximen Hao hooked his hand and whispered in Ji Wubing's ear.
The more Ji Wubing listened, the brighter his eyes became. A sinister smile appeared on his face. His eyes were still glancing back and forth at Zhao Yunlong and Shen Da. Their scalps were numb as they watched, and he thought to himself: Not good!
…
Huainan Prince's Mansion.
"Your Majesty, military advisor, there is news from below that Ximen Hao and others have entered the city and are now in Yihongyuan!"
A spy from the Huainan Prince's Palace knelt in front of Ximen Wentian and said quickly.
"So fast?!"
Ximen Wentian stood up, very surprised.
"My lord, they are in a hurry and must have accelerated their journey."
After Cheng Gong finished speaking, he looked at the spy and asked:
"Let me ask you: How many people are there in their party? Are you sure they are Ximen Hao?"
The spy quickly saluted and said:
"Back to the military advisor, a group of four men and two women, based on the comparison of the portraits provided, identified Ximen Hao and the sick dog military advisor beside him."
After Cheng Gong heard the words 'sick dog strategist', for some reason, the corners of his eyes twitched, and an imperceptible fear flashed in his eyes.
Although Tianjimen is low-key, its reputation is too great.
In addition, Ximen Hao can rise quickly. Although there is some invisible help from gods, the role of this sick dog is definitely not small!
"Why are there so few people? Where are his guards?"
Ximen Wentian frowned, wondering what Ximen Hao was up to.
Could it be that... he knew that those killers were sent by him?
"My lord, I guess he wanted to enter the city in a low profile, so he separated from the guards. Besides, the teleportation array is in the south of the city, so there is no need for any guards." Cheng Gong explained.
After hearing Cheng Gong's words, the spy couldn't help but look a little strange, and whispered:
"Your Majesty, military advisor, that Ximen Hao is not low-key at all, even..."
So he recounted what happened on the street.
Ximen Wentian and Cheng Gong looked strange when they heard this, and said to themselves: This prince is so extravagant!
After a moment, Ximen asked the genius and said:
"Go to Yihongyuan and inform the steward there. No matter what method you use, keep him here for me!"
"Yes, Your Majesty!"
The spies took the order and retreated.
After the spies left, Cheng Gong frowned:
"Your Majesty, it's just as rumored. This Ximen Hao is out of tune, and ordinary people can't figure out his background."
"But why is he doing this?"
Ximen Wentian also frowned.
"Maybe~ he knows the identity of the Blood Brass Army?" Cheng Gong said.
"Impossible! Absolutely impossible! The loyalty of the Blood Brass Army cannot be doubted! Even if they die, they will not betray me!"
Ximen Wentian shook his head quickly, because the members of the Blood Brass Army were all orphans he had trained since childhood!
It can be said that I am their reborn parent.
"Your Majesty, don't forget that beside him is the young master of the Tianji Sect."
Cheng Gong obviously misunderstood, but he guessed correctly that Ximen Hao knew the true identity of the Blood Brass Army.
Ximen Wentian looked startled, then slowly sat back down, his face filled with endless murderous intent.
"Hmph! Now that you know it, you don't have to be polite anymore. Military advisor, let's implement the second plan. He must die!"
Cheng Gong also flashed a poisonous light in his eyes and said coldly:
"Your Majesty, let's go and invite him now. After all, the dignified prince always stays at the fireworks place, so it won't be good if word spreads. And seeing that he didn't leave in a hurry, he obviously also wants to meet your second uncle."
"Bang!"
Ximen Wentian stood up and ordered:
"Come here! Prepare your horses!"
…
"You've caused trouble! You've caused big trouble, you know?"
Ximen Hao pointed with one finger at the nose of a middle-aged man and with the other at Shen Da, who was lying on the ground foaming at the mouth. The foam particles splashed onto the man's face.
The middle-aged man turned pale with fright and his body was shaking a little, especially because there were several terrifying monsters in the box, which almost made him wet his pants.
"Mr. Young Master, I really didn't poison you! Is this man suffering from some illness?"
"Fart! What kind of cultivation is my subordinate? Half-step soul refining! Do you know what half-step soul-refining stage is? I can stab you to death with just one finger! Fortunately, my subordinate was greedy and drank first.
A glass of wine, or we will all die! Go and bring your big boss here, or I will burn this place down!"
Ximen Hao tapped the middle-aged man's forehead, looking like a bandit, and he didn't look as gentle as before.