Chef Mad Queen

Chapter 1473 Four Masters
In the prison of the Ministry of Criminal Justice late at night, the young master was closing his eyes to rest his mind. Master Yun, who was supposed to be by his side, had gone somewhere. He saw a servant walking past Gongzi Xiang's cell, stopped in front of him, and looked him up and down. Once back to the owner of the Wanjin Pavilion.

"The yamen waiter didn't take a break at such a late hour, he really did his duty!"

Young Master Xiang's eyes hadn't been opened yet, but these words suddenly came out of his mouth. In the silent prison cell, the sound of Young Master Xiang's voice was very obvious. The yamen servant immediately took a step back in fright, and said: "Small... People think that the young master is resting...so, so..."

"That's why it's easy to start?"

The moment Young Master Xiang opened his eyes, the yamen servant seemed to be strangled by someone. Looking carefully, there was indeed a black shadow hiding behind the yamen servant, strangling the yamen servant with a thin silver wire that was almost invisible The neck, but after a moment of effort, the yamen servant lost his breath.

At the same time that the yamen servant was strangled to death, there was a sound of fighting outside, resembling the voice of Lord Yun.

Young Master Xiang sighed secretly, and said: "This pawn is my bait, if you kill him, how can I still fish?"

The black shadow asked coldly: "But he is here to kill you."

"I have it in my mind."

"You only have one Yuntai by your side now, which is not enough."

"If Master Yun knew that you called him by his first name so directly, he would be very unhappy."

"Although he is a few years older than me, his martial arts are really not very good. If one day he wins against me, I will call him Master Yun."

"Pohai, long time no see, why are you still so arrogant?"

"Hongming and Yuntai failed to protect the lord, which put the young pavilion master in danger on Haicuo [-]th Street. They should be punished."

"Okay, how to deal with the two of them is my business. The accident on Nineteenth Street was also due to my overconfidence, which put Hongming and I in danger. As the young pavilion master, I should reflect on myself."

The man was about to say something, when the sound of fighting outside gradually died down, the black shadow said: "I will take my leave."

But in the blink of an eye, it disappeared.

To be able to come and go freely in the prison of Jingzhao in the imperial capital without anyone noticing, this person's kung fu is really amazing.

Master Yun came in from the outside, and saw a dead government servant lying in front of Young Master Xiang's prison door, Master Yun said: "Young Pavilion Master, you guessed right, they really did something tonight."

After finishing speaking, he knelt down to look at the yamen servant who was strangled to death, and asked, "Is he here?"

"Yes."

Most people in the imperial capital only know that there is a young attendant named Hongming next to the young master of the Wanjin Pavilion. His kung fu is also first-class.

However, there are rumors that besides the two on the bright side, there are two masters in the dark who are guarding Young Master Xiang's side. The kung fu of these two masters is higher than that of Hong Ming and Master Yun. With a shot, it can be compared to the master Lingzun in Lingxian Pavilion.

It is said that the rumors are not to be believed. After all these years, these two people have never been seen before, and outsiders also regard this rumor as awe of the mysterious pavilion of Wanjin Pavilion.

"Has all the spies been wiped out?" Young Master Xiang asked.

"It's all cleaned up, and the yamen servants died without a sound. These guys guarding outside think they've got it. I'll wait for them to show up before doing it."

"That's good." Young Master Xiang glanced at the yamen servant who was strangled to death, "This guy Po Hai... Really, fortunately, he didn't ruin my plan. I won't just let it go if I try to do it myself next time."

As he said that, he asked again: "Is Hong Ming feeling better? I haven't had a good look at him since he was injured."

"Return to Young Master, I received a report from the pavilion today, saying that Hongming is recovering well and can go to the ground. In a few days, I should be able to see you."

"Let him rest well. If he has time, he should improve his kung fu. If he is beaten like that in the street, he will lose the face of Wanjin Pavilion."

"Yes."

After Young Master Xiang handed the news to Feng Qian during the day, he still felt that it was inadvertent. Thinking about it, Archer and the others would spare no effort to send all their manpower to protect Nineteenth Street. At that time, Feng Qian would definitely not have manpower. If they appeared at the same time Two groups of assassins, one pointing at Nineteenth Street and one pointing at Fengqian, will definitely be frustrated.

No matter which assassin succeeds, the consequences will be unimaginable.

He originally wanted to tell all these concerns, but the spies in the prison were so secretive that they might find out about his plan.

Young Master Xiang originally thought that no one would dare to come to the prison to openly take his own life, but after thinking about it, he would not dare to assassinate to show his identity, but assassination is not necessarily the case.

If someone concealed his identity to assassinate him, he would definitely use the spies placed in this prison. If so, he would use his tricks to lure the spies out of this prison and catch them all.

After sending Feng Qian away, Young Master Xiang pretended to take advantage of Feng Qian's good food and asked Master Yun to have some wine with him. The master and servant were also a little drunk for a while, especially Master Yun, who was so drunk that he couldn't even walk. It was difficult, but Young Master Xiang handed over some banknotes and asked the Yacha to help send Master Yun back to the Wanjing Pavilion.

Everything is naturally to lure the snake out of the hole.

I just didn't want Po Hai to show up halfway and strangle the yamen servant to death. Fortunately, there was no bad plan.

In winter in the imperial capital, the nights are very long and cold. Master Yun lit the charcoal fire vigorously, and put a sable fur cloak on Young Master Xiang, and said, "Young Master, please rest and rest!"

"Don't worry, there will definitely be news from Qingfangzhai on Nineteenth Street and Pavilion tonight."

Sure enough, before dawn, a figure flashed past quickly, and Master Yun immediately stood up and took a defensive posture.

"Zixiang, it's me."

The person who came was Xuanyuan Che.

I saw him looking at Young Master Xiang's current situation through the prison door, he didn't know what to say for a while, he just said: "Since I know you, I have never seen you suffer from a prison disaster, and now you have come to this point..."

"Archer, look carefully. Although this is Jingzhao Prison, the environment is not much different from my residence. It's just a different place to sleep."

"Although the conditions are the same, this is a big prison after all, how can it compare with your Wanjin Pavilion."

"Okay, don't tell me if you break into the prison late at night, you are here to rescue me."

"There's something, just take a look for me."

Seeing Xuanyuanche throwing a piece of silk, Young Master Xiang just touched the material and said, "This is the fabric that Wanjin Pavilion paid tribute to the Emperor's Palace. Where did you come from?"

"Don't ask me this first, look at the pattern on it, which palace did it come from?"

Young Master Xiang put the piece of embroidered cloth in front of the candle, and after carefully identifying it, he said, "Tai Chi Hall."

Xuanyuanche asked: "The Tai Chi Hall is the main hall of the Emperor's Palace, the Star Emperor..."

"The embroidery sample is indeed from the Tai Chi Hall. It is woven with peacock gold thread mixed with ordinary silk thread using boundary stitches. In the entire Imperial Palace, only the embroidery palace in the Tai Chi Hall knows this technique."

After saying this, Young Master Xiang saw that Xuanyuanche didn't speak for a long time, he seemed to have guessed something, and only asked: "Is this pattern torn from the assassin's body?"

"good."

Young Master Xiang asked tentatively: "Do you suspect it is the Star Emperor?"

"The pattern of the embroidery is yes, but it just means it is not."

(End of this chapter)