Lonely King and Widow

Chapter 17
Xie Bingsheng snorted, "There is nothing I dare not do in this recruiting world. Not only will I strip you naked, but I will also dismember my Erhei after playing with you enough. waste."

After finishing speaking, he looked sideways at Gu Er, and said coldly, "Do it."

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It's night, the moon is bright and the stars are sparse.

At midnight, the sleeping house was awakened by a barking dog.

The porter on duty at night found that a big yellow dog came in through the dog hole and was fighting with the big black dog kept in the house, biting and barking at each other, which was called a change of color.

"Where did the beast come from? Erhei who dared to bite the envoy?"

"Quick, kill it!"

"Mother, this beast is so fierce."

The big yellow dog not only bit the dog, but also bit people. The doormen were swearing and chasing the dog with sticks, but the guy was fast and sluggish, and he couldn't catch up after a few laps.

Humans and dogs were fighting, but the door was slammed loudly.

The concierge was stunned for a moment, and was so angry that he was about to go over to scold people, but saw that the iron gate was knocked open.People swarmed in, wearing the armor of the imperial army, holding weapons, surrounded by two men riding fierce horses, one in front and one behind, and entered without invitation.

"Call Xie Bingsheng out to the young master!"

The speaker held the reins, held his head high, and looked arrogant, who else but Song Ao?
The concierge didn't know the young prince, but he knew how to read words and expressions, so he hurriedly nodded and bowed his head, "My envoy has already fallen asleep, so I wonder what your lord can do?"

With a "chi" smile, Song Ao raised his eyebrows, "Are you blind? Can't you see that the young master is here to arrest someone?"

The concierge was stunned, "Take someone? What did we do?"

Song Ao rubbed the corners of his eyes, smiling brightly, "I offended the dog of our privy envoy."

"Private envoy? Dog?" The porter glanced at the big yellow dog wagging its tail, and slowly turned his gaze to Xiao Qian.He was wearing a black robe woven with dark gold embroidered patterns, most of his body was hidden in the shadow of the firelight, he was not as ostentatious as Song Ao, but his natural aura of coldness and prey made him understand instantly.

This is Xiao Qian, the privy envoy.

Xiao Qian is a privy envoy, Xie Bingsheng is a transfer envoy, both of them sound like "envoys", but their power and status are very different.Especially in Nan Rong, where wars continued, one Xiao Qian could trample ten Xie Bingsheng to death.The concierge knew some official affairs, so he had the courage to salivate and salute with a salute smile, "It's a young man who doesn't know Mount Tai, and didn't know that the noble dog came late at night, so I apologize to Shijun Xiao."

"The noble dog is here late at night?" Song Ao always felt that there was something wrong with this sentence after reading it silently.

However, he has always been serious in his whole life, especially when he is angry.

Jumping off the horse, stroking Wangcai's dog's head, he smiled "kindly", shining like the sun: "Then why don't you kneel down for him and call him Grandpa Dog?"

concierge:"……"

All the Imperial Guards: "..."

Song Ao snorted, "What? You have no sincerity at all, how can you apologize?"

The concierge's face turned blue and then pale, and he was speechless for a while, but Song Ao became happy, bared a few white teeth, smiled and sighed and looked at Xiao Qian, "Hey, have you noticed that someone as merciful as I am? People, are you not seeing more?"

Xiao Qian seemed to be getting impatient, his side face reflected in the firelight was extremely cold, "If you don't want to grab someone immediately, what are you talking about?"

Song Ao pouted pitifully, "Chang Yuan, you just have the heart to let my hands be covered in blood?"

Xiao Qian's eyes were sharp, and there was something pointed in his calm voice, "There are not many people who are kind like me."

"Ahaha." Song Ao rubbed his nose with a dry smile, "I suddenly felt that it's okay to arrest people for nothing, and it's good to chop off people's heads..." I don't know what kind of braid this guy is pinched by Xiao Qian. Zhizun does things for Xiao Qian, but he bows his head and obeys his ears. People have to admire the "precious" character of the little prince, and they all look sideways.

Song Ao whipped his whip angrily: "It depends on what I'm doing? Surround Zhenyuan Villa and take down people and dogs!"

They brought a lot of followers, and they entered the back house without any effort.

Along the way, they met no resistance and arrested everyone they saw, but Xie Bingsheng never showed up from the beginning to the end.

Logically speaking, he should have known about such a big commotion outside, but when Song Ao angrily brought people in to get them, he seemed to be at ease, the room was lit with dense lights, and inside a charming screen, A slender figure can be vaguely seen, half-embracing the pipa, sitting with his back facing him, as if playing the piano with his head bowed...

"Xie Bingsheng, death is imminent, are you still having fun?"

He rushed ahead, but there was no Xie Bingsheng in the room, except for a woman with her head bowed playing the piano, there was no one else.

Song Ao turned around to interrogate the woman, but found that the soles of his feet were wet and sticky. Looking down, a large amount of blood oozed from the mat the woman was sitting on, and flowed towards the door.

He raised his head slowly, only to find that the woman had a graceful posture, but her body was already stiff, her face seemed to have been gouged out piece by piece with a knife, and her flesh and blood were blurred.

"Ouch—it's such a disgusting game."

Song Ao retched, only felt the wind blowing, as if his heels were nailed to the ground, unable to move.

"Is this dead little widow?"

He was talking to himself, but he didn't think he was tall enough. At this moment, he saw the concierge who had followed him all the way in. His face suddenly became frightened, and he pointed at the female corpse with trembling fingers, "This, this... seems to be our house. Thank you, thank you, thank you envoy?"

(End of this chapter)