Zhe Jinchun

Chapter 346 Regeneration Transformation

There seemed to be something pulling in my heart, and a trace of inexplicable emotion quickly flashed across Li Xuandu's eyes.

He suddenly ached for her.

"A Su should take a rest, don't his hands hurt?" he said.

The whisper like a flute, gentle and soft, but the words almost made Qin Su fall backwards with anger.

How did he know that her hand hurt?
Also, why is this person's back so hard all of a sudden?Just now I felt that the tentacles were quite elastic, but now I felt like poking on an iron plate.

Qin Su lowered her eyes, and the tips of her black and yellow fingers turned red.

That dingy feeling came again.

Forget it, what is she competing with a monster?Now that the situation is not clear, how many major events are waiting for her to do, the appearance of Li Xuandu today is a major event, how can she have time to take care of it?
As soon as she changed her mind here, Li Xuandu's voice came over: "Let's talk about business." His voice was still very soft, but it lost the sense of joke just now.

It has to be said that he once again had an insight into Qin Su's mood, and answered the words just right.

"Okay." Qin Su breathed out secretly, answered a word, withdrew his hand, and the expression on his face gradually calmed down.

She was dragged into the black cart by Li Xuandu on the way, and she didn't know what happened. She was actually a little anxious, that's why she couldn't stand his smile like that just now.

Even after getting used to the feeling that things are out of her control, she still doesn't like changes.

She doesn't like big accidents especially.

She waited quietly for Li Xuandu to speak, but the other party suddenly fell silent.

The bullock cart was walking forward "tuk-tuk", long wicker brushed past the cart, and there was the fragrance of sweet-scented osmanthus in the wind.

This moment of silence was elongated by the scenery along the road, and time seemed to stand still.

After a while, Li Xuandu's voice came over.The sound was blown lightly and thinly by the west wind, like a thin fluttering silk thread, drifting into Qin Su's eardrum.

"The eighth prince...is dead." He said, and Xiu Ting's back suddenly seemed a little more bleak.

A sentence without beginning or end.

Qin Su was startled.

Her first reaction was that following the assassination of the five princes, Chen Guo's royal family encountered another major event.

However, she soon realized that she was thinking in the wrong direction.

The eighth prince mentioned by Li Xuandu was not the little prince who was born not long ago by Chen Guocai.

The eighth prince he was talking about was in the Tang Kingdom.

The eighth prince of the Tang Dynasty died.

Qin Su's back suddenly seeped a thin layer of sweat.

"What did you say?" She heard her questioning voice, which was dry and cold, as if it came from someone else's mouth.

She clearly heard what he said, and knew that she hadn't misunderstood it, but she still couldn't help but confirm it again, "Please Li Lang make it clearer, who is dead?"

Her voice was extremely soft, but her tone was extremely eager, as if she wanted to hear a different answer.

Li Xuandu's back didn't move, but every word he uttered was exceptionally clear: "Three days ago, the second, third and eighth princes of the Tang Kingdom were assassinated at the same time. The first two princes were lucky enough to survive, and the eighth prince...was assassinated to death."

Qin Su's hand suddenly closed on the window.

This time she heard it for real.

What Li Xuandu said was indeed the Eighth Prince of Tang.

he died.

Assassinated and died.

Qin Su stared at Li Xuandu's back in a daze, and her heart suddenly felt terrified.

The eighth prince of the Tang Dynasty actually died?
What kind of moth is this?

In the previous life, the eighth prince was very powerful. He not only killed the Emperor Tang, but also killed several of his own brothers, seized nearly half of the military power of the Tang Dynasty, and led his troops to the imperial city. Almost self-proclaimed king.

It wasn't until the 17th year of Zhongyuan that the tyrannical eighth prince died in a battle. It is said that he was killed by an arrow in the back and was plotted by his own people.

Such a ferocious eighth prince was actually killed just like that in this life.

At that moment, a thought suddenly appeared in Qin Su's mind.

"Could it be..." She only said these three words, and then swallowed her words.

The carriage has already arrived at the destination, which is the corner gate of Piaoxiang Teahouse. Although there are only ordinary households living in this alley, it is not a place where people can talk.

Li Xuandu didn't speak any more, but stopped Yu Niu and got out of the car.

Qin Su also got out of the car, her complexion under the hood was slightly pale.

The two of them entered through the corner door silently, and went straight to the private room of Class A upstairs.

It wasn't until after entering the door that Li Xuandu continued what Qin Su hadn't finished saying: "You guessed right. The one who made the move should be the 'Anonymous'." He said, taking off his bamboo hat, revealing a serious With a cold and handsome face, "For this assassination, there were a total of fifteen assassins, all of whom were masked in black. Among them was a grand master, two masters, and a group of five. Before the reinforcements arrived, the three masters retreated completely. All the rest will be punished."

Qin Su's movement of removing the veiled hat paused.

Afterwards, her clear eyes focused on Li Xuandu's body, that pale face no longer had the urgency of that moment just now, but seemed much calmer.

"It's really five people who succeeded?" She asked, with a hint of doubt in her eyes.

After recovering from the initial shock of hearing the news, she soon found out what was most puzzling about it.

How could a mere five people really kill the Eighth Prince of the Tang Kingdom?

Moreover, in terms of the assassination method that "Anonymous" planned in Dachen, in the group of five assassins, there is actually only one real master.

Just relying on this master can only have the effect of disturbing at most, if he really wants to take the life of a prince, his strength is still too weak.

Furthermore, all Tang dynasties were based on martial arts, and the country has always valued martial arts over literature. Emperor Zhongyuan even jokingly called it "a country of foolishness and courage that has not been educated."

In such a martial arts country, the eighth prince was said to be proficient in martial arts, how could these five assassins be killed inexplicably?
What is hidden in it?

"Are these five assassins very different from the previous ones?" Qin Su had already taken off his veil at this time, turned around and sat by the desk, looked up at Li Xuandu who was standing next to him, and spoke softly.

After hearing her words, Li Xuandu didn't move, his dark eyebrows were slightly raised, as if he was thinking about something, and he said after a while: "It's not that people are different, but...things are different."

"Oh? How do you say that?" Qin Su raised his eyebrows and asked, with a hint of puzzlement on his face.

Li Xuandu turned his eyes to look at her, and said in a low voice: "Among the five assassins who assassinated the eighth prince, there was a master-level master. In the body, he went into battle with a knife to deal with the assassin, but was stabbed by a flying needle on the back of his hand, and after drinking tea, he was poisoned and died."

It turned out to be poison.

And it is still poisonous to see the blood seal the throat.

Qin Su nodded clearly and remained silent.

(End of this chapter)