Zhao Yinge didn't have to wait too long before he appeared in the winding path of the tea garden.
When this guy came closer, Zhu Minglang found that Zhao Yinge seemed to have drunk a lot of wine and was drunk.
He came to the tea pavilion and chatted with the little princess who wore a silk hat that half covered her face. The curtain in the pavilion was lowered, and there were no servants within a radius of several hundred meters.
In the middle of the night, a man and a woman were alone in the tea garden pavilion. If it wasn't for the pavilion curtain, Zhu Minglang might have been able to see a shameless transaction between nobles.
Zhu Huo was smart. He was giving Zhao Yinge a taste of his own medicine. They had been assassinated while drinking, and Zhao Yinge was also a hot-blooded man. How could he not have such needs?
Zhu Huo was obviously starting from the little princess who wasn't very clean. It wasn't easy to find the whereabouts of a prince, but it was simple for the little princess of a small country who only cared about profits.
She was a princess, but in some small and remote countries, the status of their princesses was even lower than that of the famous courtesans in the imperial capital. Except for large countries like Xu, where women were self-reliant and the princesses were the heirs to the throne, most princesses of remote and remote countries couldn't escape the fate of marriage.
Of course, rather than being forced into marriage, it was better to choose the best early. Most of the princesses of Qin City's neighboring countries with low status had the same idea, so they would often gather in Qin City to seek some changes, or to build bridges in advance.
… …
Zhu Minglang didn't know what was going on in the pavilion. In fact, he didn't have the slightest interest in watching.
"Zhu Huo, Zhu Huo, I know you want to make a move when they're in the middle of a fight, but you can't measure someone like Zhao Yinge with the maturity of most men. He doesn't even have his own hands and feet …"
Zhu Minglang saw that Zhu Huo was still patiently waiting and couldn't help but feel anxious.
But soon, Zhu Minglang thought of something more important.
Zhao Yinge's limbs had been cut off by him.
Although he later became a puppet master and installed artificial arms and prosthetics like a living person, and at the same time knew how to control some living dead puppets, such a deformed person, if he drank wine, would he really be able to walk unsteadily?
"Something doesn't seem right." Zhu Minglang recalled Zhao Yinge's behavior.
If it were him, Zhu Minglang would definitely give up. As long as there was something suspicious, Zhu Minglang would not easily take the risk.
But at that moment, Zhu Huo made his move.
His body was as light as a swallow, and he landed on the Tryst Tea Pavilion from a high place in the tea garden.
His movements did not make any sound. Soon, he hooked the curved eaves of the pavilion with his feet and hung upside down by the curtain of the pavilion …
The single-handed sword pierced into the pavilion. The strength of the sword was astonishing. Zhu Minglang was surprised that Zhu Huo was able to release such strength in that position!
As long as Zhu Huo stabbed with his sword, it was certain that Zhu Huo had nothing to do with the assassination attempt. He had only been careless and neglected the problem of safety. He did not investigate Hua Kui's identity in advance.
There were no screams or blood splatters from this stab.
Zhu Huo was confident in his own strength, or else he would not have taken action himself. But when he lifted the curtain of the pavilion, he saw a charming and devilish smiling face. She was looking at Zhu Huo with a very disappointed look.
"Disturbing my pleasure in the middle of the night will not end well for you!" The neighboring country's princess said coquettishly, but her tone did not sound very moving. Instead, it gave people a creepy feeling!
When Zhu Huo saw that his assassination attempt had failed, he did not hesitate to escape into the tea mountain.
At the same time, "Zhao Yinge" burst out with an astonishing speed. He charged towards the tea mountain and grabbed Zhu Huo, who was as light as a swallow, and threw him down.
Zhu Huo was smashed into the tea mountain field. He did not panic and instead raised his sword to stab at "Zhao Yinge". The cold glint of the sword swept past Zhao Yinge's chest, but Zhao Yinge had an iron body. The sword did not leave a single mark on his naked body!
The valiant Zhao Yinge raised his foot and stomped down on Zhu Huo's chest.
Zhu Huo raised his sword to block, but the strength of Zhao Yinge's foot was astonishing. It trampled the tea mountain field. Before Zhu Huo could get up, he sank into the mud of the tea mountain field and spat out a mouthful of blood …
Not far away, Zhu Minglang, who was secretly observing, was secretly amazed.
When did Zhao Yinge become so fierce? Wasn't he a trash who only knew how to use unorthodox methods? Or did he change into a stronger body this time?
Zhu Huo's skills were not bad. He did not take the beating passively despite being injured. Instead, he used the loose soil of the tea mountain to escape and ran deeper into the tea mountain.
The fierce Zhao Yinge chased after him relentlessly. It was obvious that he would not let Zhu Huo leave here alive.
… …
"Puppet master?" Zhu Minglang was planning to leave when he suddenly noticed the strange gaze of the woman in the pavilion.
The fickle little princess stood in the pavilion. She did not even bother to tidy her clothes. Her eyes were moving rapidly, but there was no expression … …
She did not seem to be watching, but more like she was controlling something!
Zhu Minglang had seen this kind of strange eyes a few times. It was a puppet master!
The person she was meeting with was not Zhao Yinge??
It was a sturdy iron puppet that looked very similar to Zhao Yinge??
This little princess with a bad reputation was actually a puppet master. She seemed to have purposely set up this trap, waiting for someone to walk into it.
"Go, all of you, take him down no matter what. It's best if you capture him alive!" At this moment, a group of people appeared on the path of the sheep farm. One of them was giving orders loudly.
Soon, Zhao Yinge himself rushed over with a group of experts. They immediately charged to the tea mountain high up and surrounded Zhu Huo, who was entangled by the sturdy iron puppet.
At the same time, a group of people appeared in the direction Zhu Huo escaped. They forced Zhu Huo back to the vicinity of the tea pavilion.
Zhu Huo knew that it was difficult to escape, so he unleashed an even more powerful Sword Realm. He fought with these damned servants alone. The damned servants who surrounded him could not take him down for a while.
"Bang!!!"
The sturdy iron puppet threw a punch at Zhu Huo's face. Zhu Huo narrowly dodged, but the mask on his face was torn apart by the wind from the punch.
After revealing his true appearance, another person appeared at the tea pavilion. This person was King An's son, An Qingfeng. He smiled and said to the little princess and Zhao Yinge himself, "Look, this person is not Zhu Minglang. Although Zhu Minglang is a good-for-nothing, he still has some brains. Without absolute certainty, he would not take the risk alone."
"Damn it, we only caught such a small fry!" Zhao Yinge said angrily.
"The person you want to deal with is very cunning. If he was really an idiot, I would have already killed him at the Opposite Moon Pavilion." The little princess smiled charmingly, as if she was enjoying the fun of a game.
"He's Zhu Huo. He's not a small fry." An Qingfeng walked over and said with a smile.
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