The waiter who had just smiled changed his face immediately, and a pot of hot wine poured on Zhao Changhe.

At the same time, the drinkers who were having fun chatting just now suddenly pulled out their daggers and stabbed them fiercely at Zhao Changhe's waist.

The next moment everyone's eyes widened.

The hot wine splashed on Zhao Changhe's face seemed to be separated by a wall of air. Not only could it not be poured in, but it also rebounded back and sprinkled on the waiter's face. The waiter screamed, and instantly disfigured. He hugged his face and howled in pain for a while, and was so angry that he was so angry that he was so angry.

"So poisonous, so poisonous." Zhao Changhe waved his hand with a smile, and the surrounding daggers were inserted backwards, inserting their backhand into the hearts of the killers.

In the blink of an eye, there were a few real drinkers huddled in the corner of the wall in amazement, holding their breath and daring to move.

Zhao Changhe glanced at him, sat back on his own, and drank the wine from the next table with his leisurely mouth: "I know that you are not all real drinkers, and you also hid some mice inside, so you don't bother to find who it is... I tell me a word to Xue Xiao."

No one of the drinkers dared to respond.

"If you want to assassinate the envoys of the imperial court and the Cui family and destroy the relationship between the two sides, it's better to save money. The Cui family is not stupid, and His Majesty is not stupid. If you don't send an envoy, it's not the level of yourselves that you can assassinate. Xue Xiao himself cannot come to ambush an envoy himself... In fact, he doesn't dare."

Still no one answered.

Indeed, their assassination was not aimed at Zhao Changhe. Except for gods and demons, any force on the ground had long been unable to assassinate Zhao Changhe, unless the leaders such as Timur or Xue Xiao came in person. Their ambush was aimed at the envoys from Beijing to Qinghe. Once the envoys they had sent were cut off by the other party, the conversation between the two parties would collapse before the beginning.

Who would have thought that after a few days of ambush, the first messenger that was waiting for was Zhao Changhe himself? If I had known it was Zhao Changhe, what would these people come to send...

The son of a daughter cannot sit in the hall. Who believes that Zhao Changhe now dares to go to the world alone with a horse... What's even more unbelievable is that from Xia Chichi to Tang Wanzhuang to him, Zhao Changhe himself thinks this is for granted. Who will not come out of the world?

Until now, the killers have not figured out who this yellow-faced man is...

"What I want you to tell you about Xue Xiao is to find a woman. If you are broken, you may be more masculine. Don't think about these things that are staring at other people's buttocks every day."

Zhao Changhe finally finished drinking, put the wine pot on the table, and turned around and left.

This assassination was just a small episode for Zhao Changhe, and its degree was not as good as when he first left Beim, but it also gave up his idea of ​​observing information outside, because it might not be Tingxuelou.

He called Tingxuelo, "bring a word to Xuexiao", which was for others to listen to, making others think that he had identified Tingxuelo.

In fact, those who would do such destructive and negotiation measures were the only one who was behind Tingxuelo, Wang Yang and Li were the first suspects, and... the Cui family himself. Even Tingxuelo, they invited them.

You can't delay it... Cui Wenjing is not alone in the Cui family. He can't ignore the common opinions of the huge family members. The situation will push people away, and no one is exceptional.

Racing on a snowy night, Zhao Changhe turned around and looked back, and felt a little reluctant in his heart.

The world of the past was interesting...

Unfortunately, he doesn't even need to move his mind too much now. His qi-seeking technique can clearly see the practice of the people around him, and even malicious intentions. When everything begins to become clear, it becomes more safe, but it loses the fun.

Maybe it's a shame.

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When I pass by some cities along the way at night, all of them have their gates closed. It is normal to close the gates at night, but what is abnormal is the wary soldiers on the city walls and the high watchtowers on the left and right.

This is the wartime standard... The direction they look north is the capital, who are they guarding against?

Zhao Changhe did not enter the city, but rode his horse around the city, and his heart became heavier.

The Cui family is really ready for combat, and the situation can be considered in the worst direction. In theory, it is no longer about visiting relatives and discussing things at the partner's house, but about entering the tiger's den.

I wonder what Yangyang will be like in this atmosphere... Is the little rabbit crying?

Early in the morning, heavy snow.

The black man walked along the thick snow and rushed straight outside the clear river.

After all, the city was not closed during the day, and some people still entered the city. Zhao Changhe rode his horse to the door, and a group of guards stopped him: "Drop off! Road leads! Uh... ah..."

On the road, you have to keep a low profile to hide your identity, but there is nothing to hide here. An ordinary messenger will encounter more unnecessary difficulties and troubles, and may even not even be able to get in. It will still be leaked when you fight. It is considered to be looking for trouble if you have nothing to do, so it is better to drive a carriage.

So as early as when he was about to arrive, Zhao Changhe wiped off his disguise.

The guards looked at the scar face and stepped back with their spears: "Zhao..."

What best reflects people's prestige is that the sentence "Zhao Changhe" cannot be said. The guards stumbled for a long time and said: "King Zhao..."

Zhao Changhe pulled his horse and waved his whip: "Can I enter the city?"

The guards looked at each other, and cold sweat spread out on their foreheads during the heavy snow.

You are a fucking prince, the highest power person in the new dynasty that anyone who understands knows, you are alone at Xue Ye, riding a horse for thousands of miles to reach Qinghe... Is this crazy? What should we do without giving instructions!

Not to mention ordinary guards, even the generals who defended the city dared not speak, so they quickly sent their personal soldiers to notify Cui Wenjing.

Seeing the surrounding soldiers, Zhao Changhe laughed and said with a gaze: "Zhao Changhe is here to hold a marriage contract and asks to marry Miss Cui's family Yuanyang!"

The power of the three secret treasures of the Heavenly List spreads to the whole city, and birds flew in shock.

All 200,000 people in the city heard it, all of them half open their mouths, stunned. The heavy snow fell, and the whole city was silent.

Suddenly there was a chaotic sound of war in the city, with horse hooves sounding from the inside out, and someone was vaguely heard anxious voice: "Miss, you can't..."

"Get out of here!"

"Wow!" The horse neighed and ran into the bluestone. The girl stepped on her white black peony, like a whirlwind, swept out of the city in the snow.

Then he stood firm at the city gate and quietly watched the visiting man.

It was Cui Yuanyang in white dress, white horse, silver robe and silver saddle, under the snow of the city gate, like a poem and picturesque.

A slanted bow with his body, as if he had planned to go out for hunting or something... Hearing Zhao Changhe's voice transmission, he rushed over and didn't even have time to take the arrow pouch.

She grew taller... her straight long legs were clamped against the horse's belly, her waist and back were straightened, and the baby fat on her face had faintly faded and was not that round.

A heroic melon-shaped face still has the sharpness of rebuking the guards in his eyes. When he saw his lover, he slowly softened and turned into a bright smile.

This is a general who was able to lead his army to attack Wangjia Camp at night during the siege of Puyang... After several months of war, he could no longer see his appearance as a little white rabbit, and he no longer had the second-year junior high school childishness who ran away from home that year.

Cui Yuanyang...seventeen years old.

The little man and woman looked at each other in the heavy snow for a long time, and suddenly they smiled at the same time as if they were in harmony and spoke in unison:

"I've been waiting for you for two years."

"My family Yangyang... has grown up."

After saying that, he smiled again and laughed out loud.

Cui Wenjing's voice transmission came from the city: "After discussing a engagement, come in and talk."

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Chapter completed!