"I didn't expect that the young palace master who left Kunwu Sword Pavilion and hid the news for five years would actually be a concubine in a small dynasty. Not only a concubine, but also a female concubine in such a deserted palace, tsk tsk tsk..." A cold, low voice came from the empty room.
Rong Guiren was not surprised or frightened. The movement of the female red hand did not stop at all. It was still threading the needle slowly on the weaving disk with a soothing frequency.
"The weather is cold. This is a robe knitted for my brother..."
When Rong Guiren turned red, her eyes were full of tenderness. The man's ridicule came from the empty room: "Hahaha, the young palace master of Kunwu Sword Pavilion has disappeared for five years. I don't know who to give to here." Is this a casual brother knitting something with such inferior threads? It would be hilarious if word spread about it!"
Rong Guiren was still immersed in the matter at hand and did not respond to the voice of the man in the dark.
"Okay, I won't chat with you as a woman anymore. Shen Si Mansion is secretly in the Jianghu. The fatwa issued against you five years ago is still in effect. I'm sorry, Young Palace Master, I have to trade your life for me." of glory and wealth!"
The sound of the sword being unsheathed sounded in the dark space. Rong Guiren was completely unaware that the danger was around him. Even just hearing the sound, there was no reaction. The cold sword blade slowly appeared in the candlelight. From the tip of the sword to the body of the sword, it finally rested on Rong Guiren's skin that was like gelatin.
The latter was still immersed in his own world, even if the sword was gently scratched on his neck, blood stains remained on the sword tip, dripping down the sword tip and falling to the ground, as well as the green weaving for Su Xuan. On the white robe, the honorable nobleman is still mumbling: "I don't have enough time, can you give me some time, just one night! I just finished weaving this robe, I can change it, change it into a handkerchief..."
The person holding the sword still did not show his body, but just laughed and said: "I thought the young palace master of Kunwu Sword Pavilion was some kind of master, but now it seems that she is just an infatuated woman. Ridiculous, ridiculous! You don't have time, so what can I do? Do you have time? It is estimated that the news that you are in the palace has spread in the rivers and lakes. It is estimated that in a few days, all the assassins in the rivers and lakes may come here. At that time, with my ability, I may not be able to drink It’s time for a sip of soup! Okay, no more chatting! It’s time to send you off! Anyway, the reward is only for your head!”
The honorable lady was still slowly doing her job. The man in the dark slowly raised the tip of his sword, intending to chop off her head with the next breath. But after the candlelight flickered for an instant, there was a bang, Mr. Ronggui was still sitting steadily in front of the wooden stool, but the room was no longer just one candle, but was illuminated by several people who looked like guards in blue armor holding night pearls.
As for the assassin, his chest was pierced by a broad sword blade. A man in a blood-red costume pulled out the broad-bladed sword from the chest of the assassin on the ground with a roar. The noble man murmured: "Can't it be done just for a moment?"
The words of Mr. Ronggui were never addressed to the assassin, but to these well-practiced people. The door of Mr. Ronggui was gently pushed open, and the sleepy Qingwen rubbed her eyes. Stepping over the threshold and slowly walking into the house, Ying Nei said: "Master, what's wrong? I heard a voice coming from the master's side, so..."
When Qingwen opened her eyes, she saw warriors with swords on their waists surrounding the whole room, and one of them was holding a sword in his hand. There was a corpse at his feet. Qingwen was about to shout, but was stopped by a Kunwu Swordsman. Shishi directly covered his mouth and nose, restricting his movements. Qingwen was still struggling, but was hit on the back of the head with a palm. Qingwen fainted immediately.
Rong Guiren finally stopped what he was doing and said slowly to the man in blood-red attire who was kneeling on one knee and saluting beside him: "Suiying, my father just wants me to go back. She... you don't need to move... …”
"Tell the young palace master that your information cannot be leaked! We must deal with everyone who knows!"
Rong Guiren put his hands gently on his knees, hiding the silver needle specially used for female red in his palm, and then continued to ask in a gentle tone of discussion: "Suiying, what do you mean? This Yonghe Are you going to kill everyone in the palace?"
"Yes! This is the wish of the palace master, subordinate..."
"Okay!" Rong Guiren's voice became cold and stiff. In the blink of an eye, the silver needle hidden in the palm of his right hand pierced his throat. Even if he had the first-level realm, he didn't react for a while. He stretched his palms in the air and paused.
"Young Palace Master! Don't do this!"
Rong Guiren's throat was beating, and the silver needle in his hand pierced his skin bit by bit, and the bright red blood slowly sank into the needle thread.
"Young Palace Master, you know me. If I really want to stop you, I can definitely do it. So... Young Palace Master, don't force me to do it."
Rong Guiren was not frightened, but said coldly: "Of course I know, before I left the sword pavilion, you have already had the strength of the Vajra realm. It has been five years. With your talent, you must have a lot of power in the realm." A big breakthrough, but you also know that no one can stop me from what I decide. It was the same five years ago and it is the same now. I will not change!"
The man who was called the follower by Rong Guiren stood up slowly, sighed, and waved to the men who controlled Qingwen over there. The latter also understood what his boss meant, and pulled the unconscious Qingwen away. He gently placed it on the bed where Mr. Ronggui slept.
"Are you satisfied now? Young Palace Master!"
Sui Ying put the sharp sword back to his waist and stretched out a hand towards Rong Guiren. The latter looked at the unfinished nvhong in front of the table reluctantly and stood up slowly.
"Are you sure these people won't attack anyone here after I leave?"
The enraged voice echoed in the room.
"Young Palace Master, you know that once I say something, it's hard to catch up!"
"Okay! I believe you once!"
Mr. Ronggui stood up and left the palace surrounded by swordsmen from Kunwu Sword Pavilion. When he arrived at the gate of Yonghe Palace, Mr. Ronggui slowly looked back and did not stay any longer. In the dark night, Mr. Ronggui also Left the palace.
Suiying walked at the end, and a swordsman in blue who followed him asked in a low voice: "Sir Suiying, are you really not going to take action? These people staying here must be a hidden danger!"
Looking back at this palace casually, it was in this place that the young palace master he had always admired stayed for who knows how long, and the female celebrity, and he didn't know who Rong Guiren gave it to.
