Zhenshi Wangfu, a secret room, Ling Ji was crying, his old face was covered with traces of time and tears, looking so distressing.
No one understands the old man's life, the first half of his life kills, and the second half of his life is the same, but he wants to kill the people he once protected, which is so ironic to say, but this is the choice of that group of people.
Choose to kill Ling Yuanshan, the king of the town, and choose to ignite the violent power of killing the camp.
"Xiao Qi, do our sons control those families?"
The old man wiped away his tears and said to the air, it was weird, but there was really a person hidden in the darkness in the air, this person was dressed in black soft armor, so black and cold under the light of the oil lamp.
The man carried a knife on his back, a knife that kills when pulled and has killed tens of thousands of people.
This man is restrained, but if someone else snoops, they will find that this man is a rare first-class teacher in the world.
The knife is the knife that kills the battalion, the war knife that always desires to drink blood, the person who kills the battalion, the old seven who kills the seven wolves who kill the battalion, he respectfully saluted Ling Yuanshan's painting, clasped his hands in the sky, and bent down.
This is the worship of their prince by the killing camp, this is awe.
The seven wolves saluted to Ling Ji, their right hands on their chests, this is the slaughter of the camp to salute the camp master.
"Camp master, those who kill the camp will never miss, there is nothing we can't do."
The Seven Wolves' tone was so flat.
"Xiao Qi, pride is a very bad habit.
Do you dare to say that you have spied on all parts of the capital?
That palace, that courtyard, you can't see it. ” Hearing what Ling Ji said, the seven wolves' eyes burst out with a terrifying murderous aura, and the murderous aura completely dispersed the surrounding air, making it impossible to breathe.
Ling Ji didn't care about this murderous aura at all, he just clasped his fingers and said slowly: "Golden clothes, ghost face camp."
That's a murderous place, don't be so impulsive. ” "Xiao Qi, there are only three of the seven wolves left now, you must understand that living well is the most terrible thing, and that little guy still needs you."
The little guy in the old man's mouth was naturally Ling Yan, and the old man needed to leave the strongest force to kill the camp to the child he watched grow up.
"Yes."
The Seven Wolves would not refute Ling Ji's order, but when they suddenly remembered the child, they found that they were also in their forties.
"The little guy has grown a lot, maybe he had a good life in Yudu County for three years.
Kill the county order, fight the two heroes, and the mind is finally passable. ” …… The old man told everything that happened to Ling Yan in Yudu County in three years, he said it to Ling Yuanshan, and he also told it to the Seven Wolves.
"The camp master, the prime minister's courage has become much greater, and there are a few second-rate and high-class customers in his house.
Looking at the direction of the doormen, maybe they are going to the city to the south. ” Ling Ji didn't make any waves when he heard this.
"The old dog is still too naïve, thinking that he has no last resort, but he doesn't know that everything is clearly seen by others."
The prime minister of the Taizheng Kingdom only got an old dog in the old man's mouth.
"Have the people on both sides moved?"
Ling Ji asked.
"It moved, but it was only a few small people who followed.
None of the five ghosts moved, and the Seven Golden Guards didn't set off. ” "Hehe, how can that old dog work the ghost king, Jin Wei is out of the horse.
But the little one has to pick up a bargain. ” "Seven wolves understand."
The seven wolves left, and the old man was alone in the secret room.
He looked at Ling Yuanshan lightly, and said slowly: "The little guy overturned the conspiracy of the great prime minister, it should be a good show."
Lord, how do you say that Your Majesty will reward children?
” When night fell, the palace of King Zhenshi was bright, and all the houses were lit with candles to welcome the return of King Zhenshi.
In an extravagant garden in the outer courtyard was set up for a banquet, and the wine was good, even in the palace's treasures.
Ling Yan drank a lot, he was drunk for the first time in eighteen years, and after today, he didn't need to get drunk again, because no one could make him drunk again.
He returned to the room alone, the furnishings of the room were different, and the other rooms outside were full of the smell of gold, but a discerning person would find that a random gadget in this room could be worth a few years of money for a third-class master.
"How many lives have been buried in a thousand years, and how can the world have changed so much?"
Ling Yan sighed alone, every time this time he remembered the history of a thousand years in his mind.
But Ling Yan gradually found that this thousand years of memories made him gradually begin to doubt something.
Suspicion that this thing is like a small flame, as long as it ignites a little, it will transform like a huge wildfire, who knows when the flame in Ling Yan's heart will turn into a raging fire.
"No matter, for the sake of this mansion, life is the most important thing."
Ling Yan sighed, full of dependence on the big bed under him, and soon fell asleep, sleeping so peacefully for the first time in so many years.
The next day, Ling Yan was woken up by Xiang'er, who stretched out her hand and pulled her prince to urge him to get up quickly, because he still had to visit several elders in the capital today.
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Ling Yan was reluctantly pulled up, leaving Xiang'er at the mercy of his handsome body, and it took him a long time to clean it up.
However, Xiang'er handed the mirror to Ling Yan to take a look, and he was deflated.
"Xiang'er, your prince really has a face that makes countless women in the world bend their waists."
After Ling Yan went to ask Ling Ji for peace, he left the palace, and the carriage was already prepared outside the door, and Liu Dali was guarding beside the carriage.
Seeing Ling Yan come out, he hurriedly pulled off the couch and let Ling Yan step into the car.
"Drive!"
On the carriage, the big word Zhenshi on the surface of this is the carriage of the Zhenshi Wangfu, the carriage is interspersed in the east city, which has attracted the surprise of many people outside the mansion, and the carriage of the Zhenshi Wangfu has not been seen for several years.
After watching the carriage slowly drive past the door of their house, the family pushed open the door and walked into the house to report to their master.
Ling Yan wanted to visit the old man who was the head of the household department of the dynasty, as well as several princes who lived in Beicheng, of course, it was impossible for Xie Huahua's first-class duke's mansion not to go.
These families are all people who have a relationship with the palace in the past, although Ling Yan is said to be the king of the town, but in terms of etiquette, that group of people is his elders.
It took Ling Yan two days to visit a few houses, and in these two days, the people of the capital also knew that King Zhenshi was back, of course, they preferred to call the son of worry-free back.
On this day, Ling Yan finally got a rest, and was sitting in the courtyard admiring the flowers, who would have thought that the newly recruited subordinates in the house would come to report that someone outside had sent an invitation.
"Did the man say which house was there?"
Ling Yan has never had the shelf of a prince for his subordinates, so this subordinate also dared to shout enough to speak to Ling Yan.
"I didn't say this, but it looks like someone next to the piano boy."
The servant replied.
The new recruits of the palace are all carefully selected, not to mention the rich five cars, but each of them has read some books, and the family has also practiced some martial arts, so they all have some knowledge.
"Yes.
Go down, by the way, tell the kitchen to make me a bowl of lotus seed soup, the weather is still a little hotter.
Ling Yan said while lying on the chair, and at the same time opened the invitation, he was indeed the second ranked son of the fourth prince in the capital.
"Worry-free is well, I was very happy to know that I was going back to Beijing, I wanted to invite Worry-free to get together the day before yesterday, but I thought that there must be other complicated things when I just returned to Beijing, so I sent someone to come today to invite Worry-free to get together in the branch building at noon tomorrow."
The payment is the handprint of the son of the qin.
Ling Yan put the invitation card on the stone table, his eyes narrowed slightly at the sun, and he wondered why he invited himself so quickly.
For this Piano, Ling Yan was not familiar with it when he was in the capital in the past, but he was no stranger to it, but the name of the second son of Piqin was not as bad as Ling Yan and Xie Huahua.
"Bring all the information about the years of covering the qin.
In addition, we also bring information on stargazing.
Ling Yan spoke to the secret guards of the Killing Camp hidden in the shadows, and then a stack of information about the Gongzi of the Qin and Stargazing Princes was piled up on the table, and Ling Yan picked up a volume and read it carefully.
When he looked at Ling Yan, he realized that the four sons of the capital had grown their skills except for himself and Xie Huahua.
The first son stargazed into the golden clothes, and also became a member of the golden clothes, how terrible was this, Ling Yan was also shocked when he looked at this.
The golden silk clothes are as well-organized and hierarchical as the slaughtering battalion, and the slaughtering battalion is the camp master from top to bottom, and the seven wolves are killed.
The highest of the golden silk clothes is Jin Zun, and the lower ones are the golden guards, but there is a special organization in the golden silk clothes, seeking officials.
This is the exclusive advisor of His Majesty the Emperor, and generally people who have followed the emperor for at least ten years can enter the advisor of the golden threaded clothes.
In addition, there is also the prince of the qin, although he failed to join the golden threaded clothes, but he also became a celebrity in front of the prince of the East Palace, and his prestige among the people for a while was even greater than that of the stargazing son.
"Covering the piano and stargazing, it's true."
Ling Yan wants to say that the most incomprehensible young generation in the capital, except for those princes, there are only these two sons in front of him.
"Cover the piano and invite, so I'll go and see."
Ling Yan muttered to himself, looking forward to tomorrow's meeting.