The Book of Troubled Times

The waiter who had just been smiling suddenly changed his expression, and poured a pot of hot wine over Zhao Changhe.

At the same time, the drinkers who were chatting happily just now suddenly pulled out their daggers and stabbed Zhao Changhe's waist viciously.

The next moment everyone's eyes widened.

The hot wine that was poured on Zhao Changhe's face seemed to be separated by a wall of air. Not only could it not be poured in, but it bounced back and splashed all over the waiter's face. The waiter let out a scream, and his face was instantly disfigured. He held his face and howled in pain for a while, and finally died.

"So poisonous, so poisonous." Zhao Changhe waved his hand with a smile, and the daggers around him were inserted back into the hearts of the killers.

In the blink of an eye, the wine shop was littered with corpses. Several real drinkers huddled in the corner in shock, holding their breath and not daring to move.

Zhao Changhe glanced at it, sat back to his original position, took a picture of the wine at the next table and drank leisurely: "I know that you are not all real drinkers, and you have some mice hidden in it, and I don't bother to find out who it is. ...Give me a message to Snow Owl."

None of the drinkers dared to respond.

"If you want to assassinate the envoy between the imperial court and the Cui family and destroy the conversation between the two parties, you should save your time. The Cui family is not stupid, and your majesty is not stupid either. It doesn't matter if the envoy is not sent out, but once he is out, he will not be assassinated by someone of your level. Xue. It is impossible for Xiao himself to ambush an envoy himself... in fact, he would not dare."

Still no one answered.

It is true that their assassination was not aimed at Zhao Changhe. Except for gods and demons, no force on the ground had enough ability to assassinate Zhao Changhe, unless leaders like Timur or Xue Xiao came in person. Their ambush was aimed at the envoys from Beijing to Qinghe. Once both sides believed that the envoys they sent were killed by the other side, the conversation between the two sides collapsed before it even started.

Who would have thought that after lying in wait for several days, the first messenger to arrive would be Zhao Changhe himself? If I had known it was Zhao Changhe, what would these people come to give...

The son of a rich man cannot sit down in court, who would believe that Zhao Changhe now dares to travel alone... What is even more unbelievable is that from Xia Chi to Tang Wanzhuang to him, Zhao Changhe actually took it for granted, he didn't Who will come out of the world?

Until now, the killers have not figured out who this yellow-faced man is...

"What I want you to convey to Xue Xiao is to find a woman. She might be more masculine if you lose your virginity. Stop thinking about staring at other people's butt cracks every day."

Zhao Changhe finally finished his drink, put the jug on the table, turned around and left.

This assassination was just a minor incident for Zhao Changhe, not as serious as when he first came out of Beimang, but it also dispelled the idea of ​​observing information outside, because this might not be Tingxue Tower.

He said that Tingxuelou "brings a message to Xuexiao", which was for others to listen to, making others think that they recognized Tingxuelou.

In fact, Tingxuelou's motives for taking such measures to sabotage the peace talks were lower, and the Wang, Yang, and Li families were the first suspects, and... the Cui family themselves. Even if it was Tingxue Tower, they were the ones invited.

We can't delay... The Cui family is not just Cui Wenjing who can do whatever he says. He can't ignore the opinions of the huge family members. The situation will push people forward, no one is exception.

Galloping on the snowy night, Zhao Changhe turned his head and looked back, feeling a little bit reluctant in his heart.

The world back then was interesting...

It's a pity that now he doesn't even need to use his brain too much. With his Qi Watching Technique, he can clearly see the cultivation and even malicious intentions of the people around him. When everything starts to become clear, there is more safety, but less fun.

Maybe it's a shame.

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I passed some cities along the way at night, all of which had their gates closed. It was normal to close the door at night, but what was abnormal were the vigilant soldiers and horses on the city wall and the tall watchtowers on the left and right.

This is a wartime standard... The direction they are looking north is the capital, who are they guarding against?

Zhao Changhe did not enter the city, but rode his horse around the city, feeling increasingly heavy in his heart.

The Cui family is really prepared for war. This situation can already be considered in the worst direction. In theory, this is no longer a visit to the marriage partner's home to talk about things, but entering a tiger's den.

I wonder what Yangyang will do in this atmosphere... Is the little rabbit crying?

Early morning, heavy snow.

Wu Zhui stepped on the thick snow and traveled to the outside of Qinghe River covered with dust.

At any rate, the city was not closed during the day, and people still entered the city. Zhao Changhe rode his horse to the gate, and a group of guards stopped in front of him: "Dismount! Road guide! Uh... 豼..."

You have to keep a low profile and hide your identity on the road, but when you get here, there is nothing to hide. An ordinary messenger will encounter more unnecessary difficulties and troubles, and may even be unable to get in. If there is a real fight, it will still be leaked. It is just looking for trouble, so it is better to drive around.

So as soon as he was about to arrive, Zhao Changhe wiped off his disguise.

The guards looked at the scarred face and all retreated with their spears: "Zhao..."

What best reflects the prestige of people's hearts is that the sentence "Zhao Changhe" could not be uttered. The guards muttered for a long time, and what they said was: "King Zhao..."

Zhao Changhe reined in his horse and waved his whip: "Can I enter the city?"

The guards looked at each other in shock, and cold sweat broke out on their foreheads despite the heavy snow.

Your fucking majestic prince, the most powerful person in the new dynasty who is known to everyone who understands, rode his horse thousands of miles to Qinghe alone on a snowy night... Is this crazy? Our superiors never told us what to do!

Not to mention ordinary guards, even the generals who guarded the city did not dare to speak and quickly sent soldiers to notify Cui Wenjing.

Seeing the chaos around him, Zhao Changhe laughed loudly and said, "Zhao Changhe has come to fulfill the engagement and asks to marry Miss Cui family Yuan Yang!"

The power of the three secret treasures spread throughout the city, causing birds to fly away in fright.

All the two to three hundred thousand people in the city heard it, and all of them were stunned with their mouths half open. The heavy snow fell, and the whole city was silent.

Suddenly there was a sound of chaos in the city, and the sound of horse hooves came from inside and outside. Someone's anxious voice was vaguely heard: "Miss, you can't..."

"Get out of my way!"

"Hello!" The horse neighed and stamped on the bluestone. The girl straddled her white and black peonies, sweeping out of the city like a whirlwind in the snow.

Then he reined in his horse and stood still at the city gate, watching the visiting man quietly.

It was Cui Yuanyang dressed in white, white horse, silver robe and silver saddle. Under the snow at the city gate, it was as picturesque as a poem.

A carved bow was slanted across his body, as if he had planned to go hunting or something... Hearing Zhao Changhe's voice transmission, he came flying over without even having time to pick up the quiver.

She has grown taller... her long straight legs are tucked into the horse's belly, her back is straight, and the baby fat on her face has faded away, and she is no longer so round.

He had a handsome oval face, and his eyes were still as sharp as when he was scolding the guards. When he saw his lover, he slowly softened and turned into a bright smile.

This is a general who was able to lead an army to attack the Wang family camp at night during the siege of Puyang... He has grown up rapidly in the past few months of war. He no longer looks like a little white rabbit, and he no longer looks like that. A naive middle school student who ran away from home for a year.

Cui Yuanyang...seventeen years old.

The young man and woman looked at each other for a long time in the heavy snow, and suddenly they smiled at the same time as if they had a tacit understanding, and said in unison:

"I've been waiting for these words from you for two years."

"My Yangyang...has grown up."

After saying that, he smiled again and laughed out loud.

Cui Wenjing's message came from the city: "Now that we have discussed the engagement, come in and talk."

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