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At the same time, in an extremely luxurious mansion.

The golden incense table was burning with incense curling, the moonlight was blowing gently, the courtyards and pavilions, the terraces and the ponds were flowing, it was luxurious and luxurious, but an untimely scream was heard:

“Mercy! Nine Thousand Year Old, mercy… ah!”

Snap——

That was the sound of a neck being snapped.

Qin Muyu stood beside the table, shaking his hand holding the ink stick. He saw the wild man in the red robe throw away the corpse in his hand and wipe his fingers with an extremely defiant look on his face.

"Throw it out."

Two guards walked in quickly, lifted the man's body, and quickly retreated.

King Yin turned around, and his hawk-like eyes caught Qin Muyu's gaze. "He is just a two-faced traitor. He deserves to die if he is not sincere."

Qin Muyu narrowed his eyes slightly.

The dead man's surname seemed to be Jiang. Yesterday I heard the maid call him "Master Jiang".

He is the King of Yin of the Southern Barbarians, and his power and status are comparable to those of the Regent of the Great Chu.

He wants to kill someone, what does it have to do with him?

Two days ago, he accidentally entered the box and bumped into Prince Yin, and was captured by him and brought back to Prince Yin's palace. However, he did not punish him. Instead, he asked him to serve at the table, grinding ink and pouring tea.

I want to kill you or chop you up, but I won't give you a quick death.

"Are you dumb?"

King Yin strode over, sat on the armchair with his legs wide open, and said, "Pour the tea."

Qin Muyu put down the ink stick and went to pour him tea.

He picked up the teacup and said critically, "The tea is cold."

"I'll go boil some water."

"You stay here and let the maid go."

Qin Muyu took a deep breath.

What exactly does he want to do?

In the past two days, he tried to escape but could not find a chance because he was staring at her closely.

"Grind the ink."

The command was given in a casual manner. Qin Muyu had no choice but to walk over resignedly, pick up the ink stick, and start grinding it.

The ink is vermilion.

Red and black ink are the only tools used by kings, but he was born a prince, but he used red and black ink to comment on memorials, which was enough to show his ambition.

He is looking at the folded paper.

But I didn't sit properly.

He leaned sideways, one hand resting on the armrest, supporting his chin, and with the other hand he opened the folder, glancing lazily, "What a bunch of trash!"

Qin Muyu lowered his head and glanced at him out of the corner of his eye.

His attitude was very casual and unguarded, and there were only two of them in the study...

Qin Muyu gradually tightened the ink stick in his hand.

Slowly tighten your grip.

"If you dare to hit me with the ink stick, I don't mind breaking your hand." The man lowered his eyes without raising his head.

Qin Muyu's fingertips were slightly stunned.

"Master, Lord Zhang from the Ministry of Rites requests to see you." A guard came in to report.

"pass."

Soon, Lord Zhang came in in a hurry, lifted his robe and knelt down: "Your humble servant pays respect to His Majesty the King of Yin!"

King Yin closed the letter and asked, "Master Zhang, what is the important matter?"

Mr. Zhang looked anxious:

"I was confused for a moment, and during the Spring Examination, I let my grandson take the back door. Now that this matter has been exposed, my grandson's life is in danger, and my future is ruined. I beg the Ninth Prince to have mercy on me..."

"The results of the Spring Examination have been announced. All the candidates will be examined by the king himself. Sir Zhang dares to do something under the king's nose. I'm afraid this matter will not be handled well."

Mr. Zhang said hurriedly:

"I hope Your Majesty will have mercy on me and save me and my grandson. I will work in the Ministry of Rites and follow the orders of His Majesty the King of Yin!"

As soon as he finished speaking, two servants came in carrying a large wooden box.

The wooden box was filled with half gold ingots and half silver ingots.

The light is dazzling.

Lord Zhang presented a secret book, "I have worked in the Ministry of Rites for many years, and I know the secrets of my colleagues. I hope you will accept it."

King Yin narrowed his eyes slightly, leaned lazily on the back of the chair, and put his two slender legs on the table, "This is easy to do."

After a while, Lord Zhang left.

He came in a hurry and sweating profusely.

He walked away with his back straight, as if he had been pardoned.

Qin Muyu saw it all.

What a treacherous minister!

I have long heard that the Southern Barbarian King Yin, known as the Nine Thousand Year Old, is ruthless and unscrupulous, and will stop at nothing to achieve his goals.

He is indeed a treacherous minister.

King Yin suddenly turned his head to look at him, and Qin Muyu immediately lowered his head and started grinding ink.

However, the silence lasted only half a minute before a maid ran over in panic:

"Oh no! Your Majesty, the warehouse is on fire!"

King Yin stood up and looked at Qin Muyu: "Who is so audacious as to burn down my storehouse?"

Qin Muyu immediately said:

"I've always been with you. Besides, I was poisoned by cartilage powder and couldn't use my martial arts skills. I couldn't even beat your guards, so how could I set fire?"

"You are honest, and you are totally different from the way you strangled me and threatened me that day."

Qin Muyu said bitterly:

"I have always been an honest person."

King Yin walked out, "Everyone go to the warehouse and put out the fire!"

Many important things are stored in his warehouse.

Everyone rushed to the warehouse.

The fire grew fiercer and fiercer. When it was half burned out, the servants hurriedly ran back and forth with basins of water.

The secret guard covered his mouth and nose with a wet cloth, entered the warehouse to check, and quickly left:

"Master, the fire was set by someone."

Inside he found a burnt candle wick.

"Someone placed a candle on the curtains, and when the candle burned out, the flame at the bottom ignited the curtains and they caught fire."

King Yin's eyes suddenly turned fierce.

Candle!

A candle can burn for about two hours.

Two hours ago... the boy was asking him for permission to go to the toilet, so he went out.

King Yin reacted and immediately returned to the study. Where was Qin Muyu in the study?

Not only that, the neatly placed gold ingots in the box were missing a corner.

Not only did he run away, he also stole his gold!

good.

well!

Honest? Very good!

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Qin Muyu took advantage of the chaos and ran away.

After running out of Prince Yin's Palace, he had to hide from the Princess's pursuers and hid in the flea den for more than half an hour. Only after he was sure it was safe did he go into a clinic.

Bang!

Jin Yuanbao slapped the table and said in a deep voice:

"Remove the cartilage powder for me, and this gold ingot will be yours."

The middle-aged doctor was blinded by the money and couldn't believe there was such a big deal. He took the gold ingot and took a bite. Then he looked at the young man in front of him and said with a smile:

"Sir, please take a seat and wait for a moment. I will examine you right away!"

"Hurry up."

"Yes, yes."

Qin Muyu entered the inner room.

When the middle-aged man saw it, the smile on his face faded slightly, and he quickly took out a portrait from behind the counter. The pattern on the portrait was exactly the same as this person.

"So this is the fugitive the eldest princess is looking for!"

"Hmph, wait till I sell you to the princess and get more bounty!"

He made up his mind and immediately walked out quickly, instructing the medicine boy, "Quick, go and report to the princess..."

Bang!

Before he could finish his words, he was knocked unconscious by a stick.

The medicine boy was shocked: "Who are you...ah!"

He was also knocked unconscious by a stick.

Qin Muyu noticed the strange sound and strode out, "Ahri?!"

How could it be her?

Chu Li threw away the stick, "Mu Yu, where have you been these two days? Are you okay?"

"Ahri, how did you find me?"

Chu Li has his own helpers, but the current situation is not the time to talk about this: "The day before yesterday, I met the Regent King, and accidentally strayed into the mountains and ran into the camp of the Southern Barbarians who were using witchcraft to train soldiers."

Qin Muyu looked solemn:

"They actually used witchcraft to create an army!"

About twenty days ago, when he first arrived in southern Xinjiang for garrison, he encountered a witchcraft soldier.

The soldier's face was ashen, his pupils were dilated, and he looked strange, but he had extremely strong attack power. He stabbed him five or six times with the sword, but he couldn't kill him. Six soldiers died tragically at his hands.

Finally, Qin Muyu cut off his head to kill him.

"If we allow this army to go to the battlefield, it will definitely pose a serious threat to Da Chu. They are monsters that cannot be killed and can only be beheaded, but our soldiers are mortal."

Chu Li witnessed the weirdness of the witch soldier.

Fortunately, this witchcraft army is still being refined and has not been completed.

"This witchcraft army belongs to the royal family. Tuoba Mingyue must know about it. Tuoba Mingyue and Chu Yeli are in close contact. That's why I came back."

"We must find a way to restrain the witch soldiers as soon as possible to avoid future wars and take precautions before they happen!"