Chapter 17 Chapter 17 His life is cheap, but she is not

The alley is long and deep. The originally cool and gentle moonlight falls here, and its brightness turns into a coldness that can penetrate into people's bones.

The young man unconsciously gathered the scattered grass ring in his palm. This grass was a new thing he had seen today on Feiyun Mountain outside Beijing. Before the sun rose and the dawn appeared, the grass in the quiet grass was emitting a faint fluorescence that was difficult to detect with the naked eye.

Fluorescent!

Pei Huaiguang grew up wandering among the grasslands and snow-capped mountains. His eyesight was far better than that of ordinary people. He half-knelt down, and his gray-blue robe quickly brushed across the ground. In the layer of dust and dirt that was stirred up, in addition to the overlapping and messy footprints, there were also extremely subtle fluorescent flashes.

The juice of the crushed grass should have disappeared with the fading warmth of the sunlight, but it left its mark.

Pei Huaiguang slowly stood up, his hand subconsciously reaching for the dagger at his waist. Following the gradually fading fluorescent trace, his footsteps were as light as a ghost, and he landed on the low wall of a house.

The alley was long and narrow. The further in you went, the darker the light became. The row of houses were low and short, and in Pei Huaiguang's eyes, they were all covered with an ominous gloom.

She had probably been transferred to some other, unknown place.

The nobles in Jinling City are so cunning that they are probably more diligent in digging holes than rabbits on the snowy mountains. There is no telling how many secret passages there are in the houses leading to other places.

He has only one person, and she has only one life.

Pei Huaiguang looked deeply at the tightly closed gate of the courtyard, turned like the wind, and quickly left the deep and dark alley.

The tavern was lit with a dim yellow light. The shopkeeper and the waiter stood by, angry but unable to say a word. They watched the young man leaning over the table, holding the pen in an unruly manner, but hesitant before putting pen to paper.

The waiter sneered in his heart. Just now, this young man aggressively asked them to open the door. They just thought that some nobleman was trying to sneak out to drink during the curfew. They didn't expect that the young man with handsome features and bad temper only wanted pen and ink.

For the sake of that ingot of silver, the shopkeeper waved his hand and told him to go to the accountant to get the thing back. Even so, the young man still disliked his slow pace, and there was a lot of gloom and impatience in his eyes.

The waiter saw that he took a long time to finish writing a piece of paper. He wanted to lean over to take a look, but was given a cold look.

"Take it and send it to the Northern Twelve Divisions."

Northern Twelve Division?

Isn’t that the office set up in Jinling City by the Twelve Northern Riders led by the Prince of Pingning Marquis?

The shopkeeper subconsciously wanted to refuse, but he saw Pei Huaiguang coldly throw a bag of silver on the table. The bag was bulging and made a dull sound, and it was not difficult to see how heavy it was.

The shopkeeper beamed, kicked the waiter, and shouted, "You ignorant fellow, hurry up and take your things over! You've delayed our business, and I'll show you how I'll punish you!"

But it's curfew now. If I get caught...

The waiter made a bitter face and told the man about his difficulties, but he heard the man say, "You bumped into someone. Give them the note and you can come back."

What was written on that note that made it so useful?

The shopkeeper and the waiter were both confused, but they saw Pei Huaiguang's figure disappear in a flash like a gust of wind in the dark.

Soon, the tall figure appeared again on the low wall of the houses in the long alley. He jumped lightly, and it seemed that what he stepped on was not solid ground, but cold and continuous winter snow.

He brushed off the dew on his shoulders and disappeared behind the courtyard gate.

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The obese and bloated figure did not miss the strange look on Wu Jingxun's face. He smiled and spoke in a clear voice, which was completely different from the sound of knocking ice and jade on his face.

"This lady, do you know me?"

He has a kind demeanor, but when he stares at people intently with his face so squeezed by fat that his original features are almost invisible, it always makes people subconsciously feel nauseous.

At this point, since he had revealed his true face to others, he was naturally not afraid to reveal his true identity to them.

They are all about to become his dead souls, so what does it matter?

The current emperor's only brother, Prince Rong, stood opposite them with a smile on his face.

"vomit."

Cold sweat quietly climbed up his back, and Wu Jingxun clenched his fists to prevent himself from showing any more abnormality.

Last year, when I went to attend the 60th birthday party of Madam Sun's father, the old Shangshu, with my brother Shunhua and others, Prince Rong came to congratulate him. Although it was rumored that Prince Rong was arrogant, extravagant and very dissolute, he always smiled at everyone.

When he saw someone vomiting after seeing his true appearance for the first time, Prince Rong still had a smile on his fat and deformed face.

"Does this lady have any pre-existing illness?"

His voice was like the sound of a flying spring and his tone was quite kind. If he was not the one behind the kidnappers, those trembling girls would probably be thankful and think that he was a good man.

But it was this kind greeting that made the middle-aged woman who brought them here pale and kneel down with a thud: "Master, calm down! It's my fault for not doing my job well."

"It's okay, just make amends in time." Prince Rong still smiled, "I don't want such dirty things to be around the princess."

The master and servant did not avoid talking to them, but they could not understand what they meant.

Princess? Princess Rong? Didn’t she pass away long ago?

The middle-aged woman nodded and stood up. As she walked, one after another, the six girls who were brought here couldn't help but move closer. Their thin and cold backs leaned against each other, as if it could bring them a little rare warmth in the dangerous situation.

With a "whoosh", blood splashed on his face and body, bringing a more direct warmth than when their skin touched just now.

Wu Jingxun froze in place.

The girl sitting diagonally opposite her just vomited accidentally and covered her mouth with her hands, crying silently. She knew that she had violated a taboo and was already doomed to die. Even though she knew that the probability of her survival after being brought here was like the last remaining fuse on a candlestick, too small, but when danger approached, she still couldn't help but burst out with a strong desire to survive.

But the sword in the middle-aged woman's hand was faster than hers.

A streak of blood flashed by. She controlled her strength very well, and the sprayed blood almost only soaked into the tattered clothes of the shivering girls. The soft hibiscus woven carpet was still magnificent, without a single stain left.

The lifeless man was roughly dragged out by his hair, his limp wrists making a heartbreaking cracking sound as they passed over the high threshold.

Wu Jingxun closed his eyes.

"Alright, the unmannered guests have left. We can continue." Prince Rong clapped his hands and sighed, "This filthy body possesses the purest and most vigorous vitality. Heaven's creation is truly unfair."

The room was so quiet that even everyone's breathing was as light as possible.

"Chun Xu, take them over." The smile on Prince Rong's face suddenly fell. "The princess doesn't like strangers coming over. I need to comfort her first and tell her not to be angry. Someone has sent her a gift of apology. It is the mercy of heaven and the eternal life she deserves."

The further he spoke, the softer Prince Rong's voice became. Wu Jingxun pretended to be bewildered, but he pricked up his ears, hoping to get even a little bit of useful hope from Prince Rong.

She doesn't want to die.

There were still many things she hadn't tried. The frosty fragrance in "Plum Time Fragrance" was still missing a spice, the wooden Guanyin statue on the desk in the green gauze cabinet was still missing a purifying bottle, and she had yet to smell and explore the countless food aromas in Jinling City...

The cold sword blade pressed against his clothes. Not long ago, this blade had drunk blood.

Through the clothes, the fishy smell of the sword blade was intertwined with malice, seeping straight into the bones through the thin clothes, conveying a chilling murderous intent.

"Sir, please come this way."

Chun Xu had lost her previous gentle appearance. With the sword in her hand, she seemed to have become a cold weapon without substance.

Wu Jingxun had no choice but to move slowly.

She quietly turned around to look at Prince Rong, but saw him passing through the beaded curtain, and behind the screen... a hint of cold air was faintly emerging.

chill?

It's already a warm and pleasant spring day, if a chill comes...

Thinking of the "Princess" that Prince Rong had just mentioned, Wu Jingxun couldn't help but feel a chill all over his body.

Prince Rong, are you placing Princess Rong, who has passed away for over ten years, in an ice coffin?

No matter how turbulent the others were, Prince Rong just lay beside the ice coffin in fascination, looking at the peaceful sleeping faces of the women and children inside, muttering something, with a nostalgic and gentle expression.

"master."

Someone hurried over, knelt down with a grim expression and reported: "Someone broke into the palace!"

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Today's diary session——

Wu Banban: So scary, I have to work hard to become stronger (turned around and signed up for a cram school for myself

Pei Da: Well, I need to find a master to teach Erlang calligraphy.

Pei Er (unaware that he has been exposed): The secret is so dark, but I am not afraid