At the beginning of the moon, the sky is cloudy, the clouds are thick and thick, and there are no stars or moons.

It is the day when the moon is dark and the wind is high, and people are killed and set fire.

The capital of Nanyue was soaked in the night, as if he had fallen asleep.

A black shadow passed by silently above the roof at this time, and its movements were fast and particularly light. Several ups and downs had already fallen silently. He leaned down and his figure in a dark night clothes immediately merged with the night around him.

He calmed his breath and looked at the roof for a moment. Seeing that the courtyard was heavily guarded, a team of soldiers would walk past the bottom every two quarters of an hour, which was no different from the past.

But he was very calm and waited on the roof for a while. After confirming that there was nothing strange, he unfolded and silently passed by a team of guards patrolling in the courtyard.

The guards felt that there seemed to be a cool breeze passing by behind them. When they looked back, they saw nothing. Little did they know that when they turned around, a figure had slipped under their noses and headed straight to the inner court with a familiarity.

Even though the study of the Prime Minister's Mansion of Nanyue was still brightly lit. Today, Nanyue Prime Minister Mao Rangjie is the humerus of the country and is extremely trusted by the Emperor of Nanyue. In recent years, most of the state affairs have been handed over to the prince and the Prime Minister. The country has inherited the emperor's kindness of the emperor, and has become more diligent. He often eats and eats until late at night. The same is true today, especially since the court has been mixed recently, Mao Rangjie is also very upset. It has not yet stopped at the third o'clock.

There was a white note in front of him, and only a few words were written on it. He picked up the pen and put it down, put it down, and then picked it up again. He hesitated for several times, but hesitated for a while.

After a long time, Mao Rangjie finally sighed, put the pen in his hand, decided to get up, put the matter aside for the time being, and then go back to the room to rest before making any more mistakes.

Unexpectedly, the moment he got up, the window was suddenly broken open from the outside. The night wind that was swept in, causing the candle to fade away for a moment. Mao Rangjie opened his eyes and saw a black shadow coming with the night wind. A sharp blade in his hand flashed with a sharp light under the candlelight, and quickly enlarged in front of his eyes.

The man was very fast, and Mao Rangjie didn't even have time to shout "assin", and the tip of the sword had already stabbed his face. In the flash of lightning, Mao Rangjie turned pale, thinking that my life would be over.

However, he did not expect that a lightning light was slashed above his head. With a "kneel", he opened the tip of the sword that had already stabbed to his chest. Mao Rangjie staggered and fell back to the seat just now. He opened his eyes and looked at the two black shadows in front of him, and the sound of swords and swords were rumbling. Although he was an amateur, he knew that the assassin who came today was not an ordinary person. Otherwise, how could he bypass the guards in his mansion and easily reach this point, but the person who later was even more powerful. In an instant, the assassin was defeated by his sword.

However, before they could react, the man lost, and the lips and tongue under the face towel were bitten tightly. Although the man behind him quickly picked the face towel open, it was too late. The poison sac in the assassin's mouth was broken. In an instant, the man kicked his legs and his eyes raked, and a blood mark slowly flowed out of the corners of his eyes and mouth. The snow-white eyes were covered with strange purple-red bloodshots, and he was already dying with his eyes.

Mao asked Jie to sit on the chair and couldn't speak for a long time.

As the prime minister of a country, he has not been assassinated a lot, but never as thrilling as this time. In an instant, he has stabilized his mind and looked at the person in front of him and said, "Who are you?" Since this man can save him in a critical moment, he must not be accomplices with the assassin, but he can jump off the beam in an instant, and I don't know how long he has been lurking here, but he has not noticed it at all.

However, the man obviously had no intention of explaining to Mao Rangjie. He held the sword in his hand and bowed to Mao Rangjie. When Mao Rangjie's eyes were shining, he had already set a little bit and rushed out the window that had broken when the assassin came just now.

"Come!" Mao Rangjie shouted anxiously, but the sound fell, and the black shadow rushed into the thick night like a ray of smoke and disappeared again.

When the guards of the Prime Minister's Office broke into the study as if they were facing a great enemy, they only saw Shen Rushui sitting on the chair, but looked at an open window, and were wondering what they were thinking about, and a corpse on the ground that was terrifying and had not yet lost its temperature.

On the other side of the city of Lingcheng, an ordinary house of a wealthy family was still lit with candles, but the remote side door was gently opened at midnight. The owner of the house personally welcomed a mysterious guest. His dark cloak covered his body tightly, and even his face was covered with a hood, which was indifferent.

The owner of the family abandoned most people, left only one or two confidants, and welcomed the guest into a tightly guarded yard. It was not until he entered the house that the owner and the guest were left in the house that the guest slowly took off the hood on his head. A short beard with a slight chubby beard was revealed, but the board was a little fat, with deep facial features, and a typical face of a Nanyue people.

The owner did not take a look at him anymore, but gave a gentle salute to the person who came, and said with a smile, "Mr. Wu." He said the famous official language with a straightforward word.

The person known as "Mr. Wu" nodded slightly, but did not look down on him. "Boss Yue, I have discussed the matter with Your Highness earlier. Boss Yue should understand the meaning of visiting late at night. Is that thing still there?" Although Master Wu's famous official language was a little weird, it seemed to be a little weird, but at least he could say it completely and it would not prevent people from understanding it.

"Of course it's there." The man, known as "Boss Yue", dressed in the dress of a famous merchant, with silk clothes, silver crown tied hair, and two beards. He smiled and covered the merchant's oily smoothness to the point of being two points, showing two rare sincerity. "Please wait for a while, Lord Wu." As he said that, he turned around and walked into the inner room in three or two steps. When he came out, he held a baby-sized jar in his hand and put it on the table in front of Lord Wu. Boss Yue lifted the lid on the top, and then moved out of the way, "Please check it out."

That man Wu walked to the jar, reached in, picked up some grayish-white powder, put it between his nose and lips, sniffed it, and looked at it carefully for a while. Although he still looked like a straight face, there was still a deep feeling of unhidden satisfaction.

Boss Yue kept smiling and waiting aside, not making a sound. He just heard two minutes of sound when his ears moved, and his lacquer eyes flashed slightly, but his face still had the same smile. He was not eager for two minutes or even apart.
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