The moment when the ambush appeared on the top of the mountain, Murong Zhao was very calm. But when Xie Muzhi slowly walked up to the top of the mountain and said in a light voice: "Oh, it's so lively", a trace of crack appeared in his expression.

How could he be here?

The assassin leader frowned and whispered to his subordinates: "Just just stare at King Yong, no need to pay attention to another person! Remember, after hurting King Yong, you should force him down the cliff, and don't really kill him!"

The subordinates promised. However, it is impossible not to involve the bystanders when they really start.

The moment he fell off the cliff with Murong Zhao, Mu Zhiyou sighed: "Are assassins so arrogant these days?"

Murong Zhao suddenly wanted to laugh a little, and he curled the corners of his lips.

Mu Zhi looked at him with a surprised look, and a smirk appeared on the corner of his mouth.

The sharp wind whistled. Murong Zhao pulled out the dagger in his arms, inserted it into the cliff with one hand to increase resistance, and hugged Xie Muzhi tightly with the other hand. The wound on his arm was torn open again under such force, but there was no pain in his eyes.

After all, he is a martial arts practitioner who has been practicing for many years. When he was about to reach the bottom of the cliff, Murong Zhao rolled with the help of a roll, and there were only a few more scratches after getting up.

"Your Highness is good." Xie Muzhi's hair was messy and his robe looked quite embarrassed because he was rubbed, but his expression was still no longer afraid. At this time, he praised Murong Zhao's skills with a smile, and he was not at all panic about being involved in an assassination.

Murong Zhao did not respond, but suddenly asked an irrelevant question: "What are you laughing at just now?"

Mu Zhi blinked and smiled a little frivolously, as if a wandering son teasing a good woman: "I think that although Your Highness doesn't like to laugh, he is really better than countless people when he really laughs."

Murong Zhao was stunned. No man liked such praise, but he couldn't get angry when he met Mu Zhi's eyes. In those eyes, there was no frivolity and malice, as clear as the water in the sky, and only sincere praise for beautiful things.

"Young Master Ninth is kidding."

He turned around and wanted to check the surrounding terrain, but Mu Zhi grabbed his hand. Although he let go after Murong Zhao turned around, the remaining strange warmth still made a trace of strangeness in Murong Zhao's heart.

"If you don't dislike the injuries on your highness, you will bandage some."

Murong Zhao was silent for a moment before saying, "So, thank you, Mr. Ninth."

I have to say that Xie Muzhi is just "knowing" about bandaging, and his techniques are unfamiliar and clumsy.

But when he saw his eyebrows frowning and his fingers were flying carefully and seriously, he remembered that the strip of cloth he had bandaged was a piece of material he tore off his inner clothes, Murong Zhao couldn't help but his ears turned red.

After finally waiting for Xie Muzhi to bandage, Murong Zhao immediately stood up, said thank you, and then looked stern and went to investigate the situation around him with a serious expression.

Occasionally, when he turned around, he saw Mu Zhi following him obediently, shaking the fan and smiling innocently.

Even though he was already so embarrassed, this person still seemed to be as dazzling as the glowing, making people unable to see him.

Murong Zhao stopped and his voice was hoarse: "There are cliffs everywhere here, and it is difficult to climb. I can only wait for the officers and soldiers to come."

Mu Zhi squatted down and dipped a little mud under the grass and trees with his fan, thinking about something.

"Someone has been here before."

"How did the Ninth Young Master know?"

Mu Zhi stood up, smiling lazyly, but there was a distinctive glory: "Yesterday I watched the astrological signs, and the sky moved westward, and it was raining for a long time. Now the soil here is a little wetter than usual, and it is clear that someone has already arranged it in advance."

Murong Zhao browed: "Young Master Jiu can watch the stars?" Astrology pixels are famous for their complexity and difficulty in learning, and require a lot of time and interest. It is hard to imagine that Mr. Xie Jiu, who is already hard to match in literature, is actually good at astrological calculations.

This person is not yet as good as the champion yet, right?

Noting that Murong Zhao naturally showed a little amazement, Mu Zhishang said lightly: "I was just interested for a moment and learned some basics."

Judging from his expression, he obviously was not proud of it.

Murong Zhao didn't know what to say for a moment. How many people may have spent their entire lives not learning to understand the fur in Xie Muzhi's eyes? Disdain is sometimes true arrogance.

He covered up the fluctuations in his eyes. Why can this person always bring him shock and novelty again and again...?

No one spoke for a moment. Both of them had a tacit understanding and did not mention the assassin on the top of the mountain. They knew the truth.

The atmosphere became quiet, but it didn't seem awkward. Mu Zhi suddenly looked at a small red flower on the top of the tree next to him with interest. The slender fingers looked like jade, reflecting the fiery red, which was so beautiful that it was thrilling.

Looking at the boy's simple and clear smile as a child as a child because he successfully picked the flowers, a trace of warmth appeared in Murong Zhao's bingfeng's eyes.

He obviously had a different position, but he just couldn't be wary of this young man or malicious.

——It’s like a mortal cannot bear to blasphemy.

...

As soon as he received the news that King Yong was assassinated, Murong sent someone to the top of the mountain to check the situation immediately, and on the other hand, he tried his best to control the news and prevent the situation from escalating.

However, both sides were not very satisfied in the end: the traces on the top of the mountain disappeared completely, and only the eunuch who came to pass the message was found dead in the grass, and there was no witness. The assassination of King Yong was like a long legs, which soon spread throughout the imperial capital, causing an uproar. In addition, the ninth son of the Xie family was killed together, and the imperial capital seemed to be blown up.

After receiving the news, Concubine Xie immediately gave birth to a plain clothes and walked to the Yongping Palace to apologize for the crime of lax punishment. She asked her to punish her for being ruthless - Concubine Xu was from her palace.

Emperor Yongping was furious at this time. After hearing the report from the internal prison, he just said lightly, "Let Concubine Xie be allowed to think about his mistakes behind closed doors, and Concubine Xu be guarded." He ignored it and asked the Nine Gate Admiral who was tremblingly accused of guilt:

"How is the situation?"

"Report to Your Majesty, the cliff where His Highness Yong and Mr. Xie Jiu fell was steep. I have sent the most experienced person in the mansion to check it out. It will take about two or three hours to get down to the bottom of the cliff and rescue the two nobles..."

Emperor Yongping said "um" lightly and asked again: "Where is the assassin?"

Hearing this question that he least wanted to hear, the Admiral of the Nine Gate felt bitter. He lowered his head and said, "Report to Your Majesty, I... When I arrived, the traces on the scene were difficult to distinguish." The implication was that the assassin would be difficult to find.

Murong Xu, who was also in the hall, changed his face. After King Yong was assassinated, he was the first person to take over the scene, and the person who led King Yong away was related to his mother's mother. He was trying hard to throw dirty water on him!

"Father! When the son-in-law arrived, the traces on the scene had been cleaned up by the assassin, and the son-in-law was also very frightened." Even though he knew that such a defense was pale, Murong still tried his best to distinguish it for himself.

Emperor Yongping glanced at him indifferently, and a trace of undetectable disappointment flashed in his eyes. This son, who was most favored by the twelfth prince before the birth of the twelfth prince, was really spoiled by Concubine Xie and could not withstand the storm at all. He had many mistakes in handling this matter.

"I will investigate clearly what happened." Emperor Yongping looked at the pale face of his sixth son and sighed slightly in his heart, "You go to Yongjia Palace to comfort your mother. She is afraid that she will be frightened today."

Mu Xu listened to his tone and did not blame his mother much, but he was sure in his heart. He saluted respectfully: "Yes, my son will leave."

Emperor Yongping said to the Nine Gate Admiral: "Today's matter must be investigated to the end. You can go down."

After both of them retreated, Emperor Yongping waved his servants back in the hall and sat quietly on the gorgeous dragon throne. After a long time, he let out a deep sigh.
Chapter completed!