Finally, God's face was no longer gloomy. The sky slowly cleared up, and the first ray of sunlight shone through the clouds that had been cloudy for many days. The plump woman wore a mink headband on her head and a jade belt on her waist. She held a satin umbrella in one hand and swung it back and forth. She looked down at the slender man who had left the city with the Fish-dragon Gang. After doing that bloody action, she seemed to be amused by herself and burst into laughter. The old man in embroidered clothes beside her could not understand her master's thoughts. He asked in a low voice, "Princess, why are you competing with this Beiliang commoner? Do you need me to take action? "
Two days ago, Princess Hongyan, who had personally gone to the City Lord's mansion to deliver the message to Tao Qianzhi, shook her head slightly. She stopped laughing and said playfully, "Old Dragon King, I'm just playing around. I don't know why I can't help but want to bully and scare this guy when I see him. But it's strange. Even though I know it's impossible, I still feel that this guy has something to do with Tao Qianzhi's death. We women's intuition can't even be understood by ourselves. "
The old man in embroidered clothes smiled and said, "How can I deserve to be called Dragon King by Princess Hongyan?"
The woman, who was already extremely wealthy in the Beimang Dynasty, smiled and did not comment. She gently spun the satin umbrella with a red sandalwood handle. She had liked rainy weather since she was young. She would spin the umbrella in the rain and shoot the raindrops. The Northern Mang Empress, who was over fifty years old, had always been cold and indifferent to the royal family. She was only exceptionally fond of this young princess. When Princess Hongyan was still a child, she would often follow her father into the palace to meet the Emperor. His Majesty the Emperor would personally place her on his lap and watch her play. This was once a rare and heartwarming scene in the imperial palace. Unfortunately, after she grew up and left the imperial city, it was inevitable that her warm relationship with the Emperor would gradually drift apart. This was especially so after Princess Hongyan's father committed a serious crime of speaking out of turn. It had already been several years since she last saw the iron-blooded Empress who had killed the Empress, the Emperor, the Emperor, and the Emperor's descendants.
She sighed and shook her head to dispel some of her gloomy emotions. Her eyes sharpened as she said, "Tao Qianzhi is beyond redemption, his death is not to be regretted. He was such an important figure in the royal court, yet he was angry with me, a princess. He insisted on leaving the city during the Qingming Festival. Now look, he's been killed. According to the description of the guards, the self-proclaimed painter Helian Jieyuan also painted a portrait of him. Hundreds of light cavalry equipped with only a broadsword, searching the city like headless flies. Isn't it like looking for a needle in a haystack? Tao Qianzhi's death is so dubious. Murong Zhangtai and the rest of the scum who have old and new grudges with Tao Qianzhi will be played to death by Fatty Dong and the rest of the young men with real power in the army. It will be a big fuss over a minor issue. After all, Murong Zhangtai and I are cousins."
The old man, who always had his hands in his sleeves, smiled and said, "If the princess grieves over the death of the rabbit, then you are giving too much face to Murong Zhangtai and the others."
The woman's face changed like the day in June. She giggled and said, "That's right. Although these brats always followed me around when they were young with two trails of snot hanging from their noses, it's a pity that the older they get, the less adorable they are. I'm too lazy to care about them."
The old man in embroidered clothes naturally didn't rely on flattery to become one of the top officials in Jade Toad Province. He narrowed his eyes and said, "Tao Qianzhi was an expert in both horse and foot combat when he was young. If he practiced his broadsword technique for more than ten years, he might have a chance to reach a higher level. That Gu Jiantang in the south was a great grandmaster who relied on killing people. There are many hidden guards in the city, which means that the slightest movement in Beiliang can't escape our eyes. Therefore, the assassin who broke through the border single-handedly is most likely not a weakling. After easily killing ten elite cavalrymen, he then killed the small second-pin Tao Qianzhi in a short time and made the reinforcements rush to empty space. The key is whether or not the assassin drew his broadsword when he killed Tao Qianzhi. If he didn't, then it's a bit exaggerated. I reckon that not only will the city be in a state of chaos, many of the feudal officials in Dragon Waist Province will also be on tenterhooks. "
The woman with the mink hair covering her forehead laughed heartlessly and said, "Dragon Waist Province can't be compared to Gusai Province, which has been through the flames of war for a long time. The old men here are used to living like princes and all of them are fat. When they look down, eh, they can't even see the little bird under their crotch. It's better if more of these Beimang officials die. "
The old man in embroidered robes laughed out loud. This young master's tongue was indeed as vicious as ever. Although he had followed her around for many years and had already toured all eight provinces of Beimang, he was still surprised from time to time.
Princess Hongyan murmured softly, "Li Yang has Zhao Gou, but don't we also have a spider web in Beimang? I'd like to see when this assassin will run into the web. Two cocoons, six men holding poles, three hundred men catching men, and eighty women pouncing on butterflies. They're all like mad dogs. "
Hearing this string of obscure words that did not cause any ripples in the ears of the common people, the old man in embroidered robes looked around vigilantly. Seeing that there was no one around, he did not make a sound.
The woman with the mink hair covering her forehead smiled charmingly and said, "Old Dragon King, what are you afraid of? Weren't you a big shot in this spider web before? Now that there are six insufferably arrogant men holding poles, almost half of them have to call you martial uncle."
The old man sighed and said, "Without that layer of human skin identity, even a newly promoted man catching men won't take this old servant seriously."
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