Chapter 13: She must not be allowed to fall into the hands of such a sharp blade... The highly transparent jade ring looks like dark green glass under the sunlight.
Wen Ying narrowed her eyes, put down her hand that was holding the ring up to the light, and carefully put it in her arms, fearing that she would accidentally drop it on the ground.
It was rumored that the Prime Minister's jade ring could buy half a city, but he threw it out as a token of trust so easily.
Is this the Yan Mansion that has housed three generations of high-ranking officials?
"Miss, what is this...?" Chuntao exclaimed when she saw what Wen Ying was holding.
"My next commission." Wen Ying touched her chest to make sure the ring wouldn't fall out of the interlayer of her front lapel. She tilted her head and instructed Chun Tao, "I'm going out for a while. No one should come during this time. But if anyone comes, just say that I was frightened yesterday and I'm not feeling well."
"Yes, Miss." Chuntao was already used to dealing with these matters and nodded in response.
Wen Ying stretched out her hand and pushed the window frame open a little, then took a quick glance. Compared to the past, there were far fewer secret guards monitoring her today. She must have been taken by the Prime Minister to see "Liming".
This is a good thing, it won’t be too difficult for her to leave the house.
The girl closed the window frame silently, took out half of the metal mask from the secret compartment, and flashed along the shadow under the sun.
The Yan Mansion is as quiet as its owner, relatively far from the Forbidden City and the downtown area.
Along the way, you can hear the birds singing and the vendors bargaining, and the smell of life and fireworks gradually becomes stronger.
The girl's figure was like a ghost, like a blurry black shadow flowing out from the cracks in the ceiling and wall in the room where light was blocked.
The man with the metal mask covering his face heard the sound of the ground, gently lifted his eyelids to look at Wen Ying, and said in a polite and distant tone: "Sir Liming, I have heard a lot about you."
Wen Ying pulled the chair across from the man's desk and leaned back casually, crossing her long legs and placing them heavily on the desk. "Stop saying you've admired me for a long time, let's get down to business. Who are you going to kill?"
Is it a girl?
Hearing the girl's clear voice, the man's eyelashes trembled slightly, then he lowered his eyelids and restrained his emotions: "My commission is a little complicated, not just killing people. I wonder if Lord Liming can take it."
Wen Ying raised her eyebrows slightly, her brows slightly curved, and blew a whistle: "Hey, big order, Prime Minister, tell me about it."
Yan Jing's identity was special, and he would cause some noise wherever he went, so this time he covered his face and lit only a candle on the table.
Dawn's face flickered in the flickering candlelight and could not be seen clearly.
"To be honest, I want to overthrow the Third Prince's power, so I want to first destroy his reputation and spread rumors..."
"Are you kidding me?"
Without waiting for the man to finish speaking, Wen Ying kicked the table hard, almost knocking the candle lamp to the ground. Fortunately, Yan Jing stabilized the table.
She was really a little angry. She thought Yan Jing came to her for the lives of the people in the suburbs, but it turned out to be for his fame and career.
Could it be that his behavior of taking me to the suburbs a few days ago was just a coincidence, and that the "unparalleled gentleman" was nothing more than a drinker and a meat lover?
"What's wrong?" Yan Jing was not angry at Wen Ying's impoliteness, and his voice was still slow and leisurely, "You have already accepted the commission, and I will give you the information you want. The third prince is not a good person. Li Ming, my commission is not unreasonable."
"Dawn, are you going to break the rules?"
That was true, but Wen Ying had already prepared to kill Bu Xingde directly before she came, and now she was telling her this.
Is he going to involve her, a martial arts assassin, in the court's factional struggles?
Is Yan Yunlang crazy?
Wen Ying put her legs down from the table, spread them apart on both sides, and rested her elbows on the table. Her amber eyes were as cold as ice:
"I made the rules. If I say no, then I won't take it. What do you want to do?"
Yan Jing placed many secret guards around the hotel, but he only brought a man standing behind him into the room.
If Yan Jing insisted on seeking death, she could take his life within three breaths.
The man behind Yan Jing saw the girl's eyes in the candlelight. His eyes flickered for a moment, then he lowered his eyes and remained silent.
"Then I... am afraid I will be very disappointed."
Murderous aura burst out from Yan Jing, and Wen Ying half-closed her eyes and touched the knife at her waist.
The air was like a boiling stove, and the water foam was about to push open the lid of the pot and surge out.
When the atmosphere was about to explode, Wen Ying laughed, her laughter was crisp: "Disappointed? You are not qualified to be disappointed in front of me. Ask your real master to come and talk to me."
The smell of gunpowder suddenly disappeared. The "Yan Jing" in front of Wen Ying was slightly stunned and subconsciously said: "How did you..."
"Gongchu."
The man behind Yan Jing spoke, his voice as cold as the moon: "She is trying to trick you. You lose."
Wen Ying was indeed trying to ask questions, as she had never heard Yan Jing call himself "I".
Yan Jing became famous at a young age and had a handsome appearance. He was appointed Prime Minister when he was only thirty years old. He was naturally arrogant and seldom referred to himself as "I". Most of the time, he would just use "Mr. Yan" to be modest.
But she wasn't sure, so she tricked him.
Yan Jing clicked his tongue and whispered to himself, "I thought I could finally fight Liming."
As he spoke, he stood up and exchanged positions with the man behind him.
The man took off the brocade cloth covering his face, revealing a peerless skin.
Yan Jing sat down, looking apologetic: "Sorry, this is a serious matter, I need to make sure everything goes well."
Is the suspicious little snake testing her ability and character?
Wen Ying was somewhat dissatisfied, but she could understand his thoughts. She snorted coldly, hugged her chest and said, "Go ahead."
Yan Jing didn't care about the girl's attitude and said softly, "I wonder if you have ever heard of... the Suzaku Cult."
A light flashed in Wen Ying's eyes and she nodded slightly.
Fortunately, she made the right bet.
Seeing this, Yan Jing then slowly explained his plan.
The more Wen Ying listened, the more she couldn't help laughing. Finally, she burst out laughing and said, "Master Prime Minister, you are so confident. Are you so sure that your plan will be foolproof?"
Yan Jing did not answer, but pulled out a piece of yellow paper from his wide sleeves. His skin, which was whiter than snow, collided with the bright yellow color, making his skin look more like jade.
The man did not move at all. He just held the paper between his two slender fingers. He did not touch anything and did not recite any spell. The yellow paper caught fire out of thin air.
Wen Ying widened her eyes and saw Yan Jing waved his hand casually, letting it turn into ashes in the air.
"What..." Wen Ying was sure that she had not looked away for even a moment, but she was completely unable to crack his trick.
Yan Jing's eyebrows curved and he smiled: "It's a very simple trick. If Lord Li Ming wants to learn it, I can teach you."
"I'm not interested in this." Wen Ying pretended to be calm and didn't care, secretly thinking that she would use the identity of "Liu Qing" to steal the principle later.
Yan Jing nodded, stood up and bowed: "Then, happy cooperation."
"It's a pleasure to work with you." Wen Ying waved her hand casually as a response and was about to leave to wait for Yan Jing in the mansion. Suddenly, she thought of something and asked another question:
"Master Prime Minister is well-read and knowledgeable. Do you know what 'Heavenly Spirit Grass' is?"
Yan Jing frowned when he heard this, and after thinking for a while, he shook his head gently: "I am not very knowledgeable, and I have never heard of this kind of plant."
Even Dahua Shouzhi has never heard of this herb. Does it really exist?
Wen Ying was a little doubtful, but didn't say anything else. She disappeared from the spot in a flash, leaving Geng You amazed.
Yan Jing glanced at Geng You and said lightly, "Go back and work on your mental health."
This crushed Geng You's last psychological defense, and he immediately cried out, "Master, please spare my life!"
Yan Jing smiled, but didn't say to spare him. He asked another question: "How is it? What are the chances of winning?"
Geng You's face turned a little unhappy after hearing this. After the words circled around his lips for a few times, he gritted his teeth and said, "She didn't show too much of her ability. If we only look at her kung fu of coming and going without a trace, it's 30% to 70%."
The young man's estimation made Yan Jing close his eyes gently.
Geng You was the best swordsman in Luozhou. He was taken under his wing as soon as he became famous. After several years of training, his martial arts skills only improved.
Sometimes he even boasted that he was "invincible in the world", and Yan Jing never refuted him because he believed that this was something that would be achieved sooner or later.
But now Dawn has appeared, and he can make Geng You, even at his most frivolous age, admit defeat.
Such a sharp blade...
It must not fall into the hands of others.
"Sir, if we want to follow the plan just now, should we also give ourselves a resounding name?" Geng You quickly cheered up and was eager to try, "Like Suzaku, Xuanwu, etc., what should we call ourselves?"
Yan Jing closed his eyes and pondered for a moment.
Since we must go with Dawn, then——
"Then call me [Chu Yang]."
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When Wen Ying returned home, she saw Chuntao's extremely ugly face.
"What's wrong?" Wen Ying was a little confused when she saw this.
Yan Jing and Chuntao left the house together and came back together. During that time, no one should have come to look for "Liu Qing". Why did Chuntao have this expression?
Chuntao shook her head and handed the glass bottle in her hand to Wen Ying.
The bottle was half filled with golden liquid and was swaying.
"What is this?" Wen Ying had some guesses in her mind, but she still asked. "This is the diluted blue vow-fulfilling potion that the young lady brought yesterday. I think this should be the yellow vow-fulfilling potion that the young lady mentioned a few days ago."
The blue votive is a concentrated version of the yellow votive.
Wen Ying had expected this, so she didn't react too much and continued to ask, "Then what? What's the problem?"
"The problem is, I smelled an extremely unique fragrance in the blue votive potion that is not found in the yellow votive potion. It must be because it has not been diluted, so it is extremely strong and can be smelled immediately."
Chuntao's words were somewhat lengthy and repetitive, a sign that she was somewhat emotional.
Wen Ying frowned and said directly: "Let's get to the point. What did you smell?"
She returned in a hurry yesterday and just handed the potion to Chuntao to hide it, and she never found a chance to study it carefully again.
Chun Tao took a deep breath and said in a deep voice, "It's the blood thorn."
Wen Ying's face turned pale instantly and she froze in place.
Bloodthorn is an extremely evil plant. It is said to be able to grow flesh on bones and bring the dead back to life.
But it needs to be nourished by human blood, and the younger the blood, the better the nourishing effect.
However, these are not the point. The point is that blood thorns only grow in the coldest places in the world and will not grow at all in Dahua.
In other words, the fact that the Suzaku Cult has been able to distribute so many "wish fulfillment potions" over the years must be closely related to the enemy country in the far north - Qipo.
That was the woman whose father Wen Ying died in battle.
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