To Hold One’s Joy

  Chapter 475 Snowy Night

  There was a knock on the door, Zhu Wu came over and opened the door unhurriedly, his eyes widened immediately: "Uncle Xing?"

  Uncle Xing squeezed in and said in a low voice, "Close the door."

  Zhu Wu hurriedly closed the gate, followed Uncle Xing who was walking in and asked: "Uncle Xing, why are you here at this time?"

   "I have something to do."

  Zhu Wu paused, and hurriedly pulled Uncle Xing back: "Uncle Xing, if something happens, let's talk in the yard, I think the yard is safer than the house."

   That time when Miss Luo listened to the wall, I really heard the psychological shadow.

  Uncle Xing's mouth twitched violently, and his voice changed: "Is there still a way?"

  Zhu Wu sneered: "What if I haven't found any..."

  Uncle Xing was silent, glanced at the courtyard, and sat directly on the steps.

  Zhu Wu sat next to Uncle Xing, and asked in a low voice, "Uncle Xing, what's the matter?"

  The Chinese New Year is coming soon, and Uncle Xing is here at this time, and the matter is probably not trivial.

  Uncle Xing spoke out a few words in a calm tone: "The murderer is coming."

  Zhu Wu's expression became serious: "Kill?"

  Uncle Xing lowered his voice: "I was worried about the unsafe exchange of letters, so I didn't tell you. I brought a dozen Suzaku guards to Beijing this time, intending to assassinate those protons!"

  Zhu Wu narrowed his eyes: "You mean those little princes?"

Uncle Xing's eyes were cold, and his tone was even colder: "King Dingdong has rebelled, and the kings are hesitating to wait and see, and their heirs are held in the hands of the emperor, and they dare not act rashly in a short period of time. If these protons die at this time, I'm afraid On the contrary, Dongwang is not the only one..."

  Zhu Wu's eyes lit up and he nodded frequently.

  Uncle Xing straightened up, looked at the south and murmured: "The Vermillion Bird Guard has been dormant for so many years, it's time to do something for the Zhennan Palace."

   "Uncle Xing, where is the Suzaku Guard you brought?"

   "You don't need to worry about those, they all disguised themselves and dispersed, and they only waited for arrangements to be convened before acting."

   "How did you arrange it? Why don't you leave it to your nephew to take the lead."

  Uncle Xing shook his head: "You don't need to stand out."

  Zhu Wu was a little anxious: "Uncle Xing?"

Uncle Xing looked at his nephew and sighed: "Wulang, you are the only one among us who has a visible identity, and you are Miss Luo's accountant. This identity can give you a lot of protection. If there is anyone who escapes this time, You need to find a way to cover them, which is much better than your early..."

  Zhu Wu listened silently, and finally nodded with difficulty: "I listen to you."

  In the evening, it snowed again. At first, the snow particles fell in a rustle, and then the snow gradually became stronger, and soon a layer was formed on the ground.

  There are almost no people on the street. As the sky darkens, thousands of lights are lit up.

  As the night deepened, the lights went out one after another, and a group of men in black took advantage of the cover of night to move towards the direction of the yamen of the Ministry of Rites.

Only the watchmen and the officials who follow the route to patrol at night will come out at this night, but such a snowy night will inevitably make people slack, except for the watchmen who have to walk to the street with their necks curled up and carrying a gong, there are no officials at all. shadow.

  The team of men in black moved forward quickly under the cover of houses and trees, and the footprints left on the snow were soon covered by the fresh snow falling.

  A certain courtyard behind the yamen of the Ministry of Rites specially accommodated the sons of the princes. At this time, the lights were brightly lit, singing and dancing.

  Today is the birthday of Prince Pingxi's son. These sons who are called protection but have been under house arrest have been depressed for a long time, and they just took this opportunity to get together.

  The hall was full of singing and dancing, and the princes were obviously drunk.

  Following a cup was knocked over, Prince Jingbei thumped the table and said, "This day is really unbearable, how long are we going to be imprisoned!"

  Pingxi Wang Shizi smiled bitterly: "If you have wine today, let's get drunk today. It's useless to think too much."

  Another prince said: "How can you not think about it? You want to decide what will happen to the son of the Eastern King. Not to mention being cut into pieces, his head was cut off and sent to the south..."

  Hearing this, one of the eldest sons cried loudly: "Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo(..."

  Things hurt their kind, how can the kings and princes not feel sympathy when they think of the fate of the second son of Dingdong, and think that they may end up in the same way in the future, fear grows like weeds in spring.

  Pingxi Wang's son patted the crying son: "Don't think too far, Dingdong Wang has a different heart, which is why he killed his son—"

  The prince pushed Pingxi Wang's prince away violently, and cried even louder: "Deceive yourself, it's all deceiving yourself..."

  Emotions of collapse soon swept over everyone.

  Some wipe tears, some drink heavily, some are in a daze...

  They are better than the second son of Prince Dingdong because of their status as princes, but who has the confidence that they will be able to return home alive?

  As the heir to the palace, he is naturally valued by his father on weekdays, but when the situation is chaotic enough and the temptation is strong enough, everything becomes difficult to say.

   Those pleasing singing and dancing, and the outstandingly beautiful dancers have become dull at this moment, and great fear seizes everyone's heart.

   Crying sounded intermittently.

   Prince Jingbei’s eyes were red, and he shouted at the dancing girls in the hall: “Get out!”

  The divas paused, and immediately retreated with their heads down.

   "Come, come, come, continue to drink." Prince Jingbei raised his glass to Prince Pingxi, "Today is the third brother's birthday, it is not easy for everyone to get together, stop saying such disappointing things..."

  Pingxi Wang Shizi clinked glasses with him, and laughed at himself: "Thank you brother."

   A gust of cool wind suddenly poured in.

  Why is it so cold?

  The Prince Pingxi who drank the shochu just had this idea, when he saw a flash of the knife, and then there was a scream.

   "Come here, there is an assassin—" the eldest son whose eyes were red from crying just now shouted, and the voice stopped abruptly.

  He looked down at the hilt of the knife with great difficulty. Before being overwhelmed by the sharp pain and darkness, he only had time to flash a thought: Sure enough, he was deceiving himself, so he couldn't even survive tonight...

  The hall soon became chaotic, with screams one after another.

  Hearing the movement, the guards poured in continuously, fighting with the men in black who assassinated the princes and princes.

  In order to ensure the safety of the proton, more than a hundred guards guarded the seemingly peaceful periphery. Although the men in black lurking in were all skilled, there was a huge gap in the number of the two sides, and losses gradually occurred over time.

   After receiving the warning, more guards came.

   None of these men in black backed down until there were only two left, one of whom let himself be slashed by random knives, and swooped down to stab Prince Pingxi's heart who was about to leave under the cover of several guards.

   "Little Four—" another man in black shouted.

  The man in black, known as Xiao Si, didn't look back, and struggled to squeeze out two words: "Go!"

   Knives fell on him, and he was holding on to the sharp knife that pierced into the vitals of Prince Pingxi and did not let go.

  (end of this chapter)