At this critical moment, Gu Qingyan's heart almost stopped beating as he watched helplessly as the blade drew closer and closer to him.
In an instant, Gu Qingyan's mind was filled with thoughts of Jiang Yu.
It seems he will never be able to eat the longevity noodles made by his mother.
Thud—
Suddenly, a pebble flew out from the side, its force so great that it cleaved the sword blade in two. Gu Lin leaped forward to block Gu Qingyan, his eyes filled with a chilling intensity. "Are you courting death?"
Gu Lin moved with ghostly speed, his hand flashing and his blade striking, and one after another his opponents fell to the ground, each with a horizontal line of blood on their necks, their throats slit with a single blow.
"Kill Gu Qingyan, only then can we report back." The other side also realized what was happening, and dodged Gu Lin before rushing towards Gu Qingyan.
The next second, the person who spoke was struck down from above by Gu Lin's hand and fell stiffly to the ground.
"Anyone who touches me should be prepared to never return."
Gu Qingyan seemed somewhat stunned. He had no idea that Mr. Huo's martial arts skills were so high.
In less than the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, Gu Lin had dealt with all the assassins. "This one is still alive. We should be able to get some information out of him by taking him back for interrogation."
Gu Lin walked up to Gu Qingyan and reached out to check the condition of Gu Qingyan's right hand. "Why did the Third Prince suddenly come to the market today?"
Gu Qingyan was stabbed several times in the right hand, and Gu Lin's brows were furrowed so deeply they could have tied themselves in knots. Letting these people die so easily was really too good for them.
Gu Qingyan pursed his lips. "Today is my birthday. My mother said she would make me a bowl of longevity noodles by herself. This is the first time I've celebrated my birthday."
Gu Lin paused for a moment, and Ling Hai then appeared, handing Gu Lin a long sword with both hands, "Give this directly to the Third Prince, as a birthday gift from this humble subject to the Third Prince."
Ling Hai lowered his head. This was clearly a sharp sword that the master had painstakingly searched for and made from the cold rocks of the snow mountain, and he had specially gone to retrieve it today as a birthday gift for the young master, but the master spoke of it so casually.
"Brother Huo?"
“If we go back any later, the Third Prince will lose his hand.” A flash of murderous intent crossed Gu Lin’s eyes. “Leave the matter here to me.”
Gu Qingyan stroked the sword with his left hand. The sword was drawn and gleamed coldly in the night. It was truly a fine sword!
"Brother Huo, does this sword have a name?"
"nameless."
Gu Qingyan looked up at Gu Lin and said, "Since Brother Huo saved us today, let's call this sword Nameless."
Gu Qingyan was escorted back by Ling Hai, leaving Gu Lin alone in the same place. The smell of blood gradually began to spread, and Gu Lin no longer concealed the murderous intent in his eyes. There were even some rats hiding in the shadows!
Gu Lin left only one person alive. No matter where the others hid, Gu Lin could find them with precision. That night, those who were sent to assassinate Gu Qingyan seemed to have seen ghosts and gods.
"I never knew Brother Huo was so skilled in martial arts." Gu Qingyan held the nameless pen and turned to look at Ling Hai.
Ling Hai's eyes flickered. His master hadn't personally taken action in recent years, and only his young master could evoke such killing intent in his master.
“We work as escorts in Hengxian. If we didn’t have some survival skills, we would have been dead long ago,” Ling Hai said with a smile, extinguishing any doubts Gu Qingyan might have had.
On the other side, Gu Lin walked step by step toward the only survivor.
"Let me go...let me go..."
These were meticulously trained assassins, but when faced with Gu Lin, they couldn't help but beg for mercy.
"Who sent you to assassinate Gu Qingyan?" Gu Lin reached out and tapped the assassin's forehead. Instantly, excruciating pain surged from every part of his body, causing the assassin to tremble all over.
"Still not going to talk?"
Gu Lin slowly leaned closer and whispered in the assassin's ear, "You should know that I have little patience."
Instantly, the assassin's eyes widened like copper bells. Now, the only one who could call himself "I, the King of Hell" was that living Yama from Da Ning.
"Who are you......"
The assassins were heartbroken. Why would the Third Prince be involved with the living Yama in front of them?
"I have a thousand ways to kill you. And if you don't tell me, I will find everyone connected to you and kill them all in front of your grave." Gu Lin's lips curled slightly, but his words sounded like the murmur of a demon.
"I'll talk, I'll talk... It's Lord Wei Sheng from the capital..."
"Someone will escort you back in a moment. If my identity is revealed, you will not be able to bear the consequences."
......
Zhaoning Palace.
Jiang Yu suddenly collapsed to the ground, clutching her chest and gasping for breath.
"Your Majesty!" The palace servants around her immediately stepped forward to help Jiang Yu up. It took Jiang Yu a long time to recover before she subconsciously asked, "Has the Third Prince sent a letter?"
She rarely felt this anxious. Could it be... could it be that something happened to Ayan?
"Your Majesty, there has been no news from the Third Prince yet."
Tears involuntarily streamed down her face. Jiang Yu was completely unaware that she was crying. "Help me to the small kitchen."
Jiang Yu followed her memory of how the First Lady of Dingyuan Marquis cooked longevity noodles and cooked a steaming bowl of longevity noodles.
[Ayan, you must come back safely. Mother, Father, if you are watching over us from heaven, please protect Ayan and keep him safe.]
Jiang Yu made her most sincere wish while looking at the bowl of longevity noodles.
At the same time, in the small kitchen in Gu Qingyan's courtyard in Heng County, Gu Lin stared at the cooking utensils in front of him in silence for a long time.
The accompanying physician bandaged Gu Qingyan's wounds, and the soldiers went to investigate the assassination attempt that night. Only Gu Qingyan and a few soldiers guarding him remained in the room.
Suddenly, a delicious aroma of food wafted over, and Gu Qingyan's stomach rumbled.
"Here you go, longevity noodles."
During those years of living outdoors in all kinds of weather, simple meals were just a piece of cake for Gu Lin.
Gu Qingyan was taken aback. "Longevity noodles?"
"Today is the Third Prince's birthday, how can we not let him have a bowl of longevity noodles?" Gu Lin felt a slight pang in his heart; this was A Yan's first birthday celebration.
After realizing what was happening, Gu Qingyan pouted, "But I can't move my right hand."
Gu Qingyan's reaction, which sounded somewhat like he was being coquettish, was something he usually only showed in front of Jiang Yu.
Upon hearing this, Gu Lin picked up the bowl and chopsticks, and fed the longevity noodles to Gu Qingyan's mouth. "You can't bite through these longevity noodles. If you do, you'll get scolded."
Seeing Gu Qingyan's alarmed expression, Gu Lin smiled.
In the past, when Lady Dingyuan instructed Ayu not to bite through the longevity noodles, Ayu would have the same expression.
The bowl of longevity noodles was quickly finished, and Gu Qingyan was so happy that even the corners of his eyes turned up. "Brother Huo, your cooking skills are excellent, it's really delicious!"
"After eating longevity noodles, you will be free from illness and disaster for the whole year."
Gu Lin reached out and rubbed Gu Qingyan's head, then walked out with the empty bowl in his hand.
Gu Qingyan was left staring blankly in the direction Gu Lin had left, and couldn't help but reach out his left hand to touch the spot that Gu Lin had just touched.
Why is he so attached to this feeling...?
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