Host, You're Targeted

At the gate, each soldier held his spear tightly in his hand. They stood upright and longed to have a better waist than the carefully repaired post.

Yan Huai walked around them with a fan, without speaking, just watching.

No one knows what he's thinking.

"Good stand." Yan Huai walks from the first person behind to the last one, nods and sighs.

The soldiers standing beside him could feel the sweat on his back slowly wetting his lapel.

Where did Yan Huai come from?

"Recent border changes." Yan Huai went to the front again from the last side. "I heard that your majesty has ordered to increase the number of patrols on the border and increase the patrol intensity. Why did I find that you didn't even have a foreman? "

Everyone held their breath, for fear of missing Yanhuai's words, but they did not have the courage to stand up and say a word.

Yan Huai waited for a while, but no one spoke.

The death like silence sprawled under Yan Huai's feet, and soon covered the whole city gate's patrol points along the stone slab.

Yan Huai waited for a while, only to see them one by one in a cold sweat, pale face, no one has to come out to speak.

With a sneer, he turned and put his hand on the wall and looked at the darkness outside the gate.

"You are really, the sky is high and the emperor is far away. You don't pay attention to any orders." Yan Huai's voice can not hear anger or ridicule, anyway, is not happy on the right.

Outside the gate of the city was the darkness that could not be seen. The grass and trees could only be identified by dark shadows.

Yan Huai gazed at the darkness for a long time. When he was about to take back his eyes, he suddenly saw a fast-moving figure.

In a moment, the dark shadow disappeared.

The ice at the bottom of Yan Huai's eyes suddenly sank, and the thicker ice soon filled the small gap.

The grass and leaves were shaking with the wind.

Except for these, there was no movement outside.

It was as if the shadow was just an illusion when he was dazzled.

This quiet atmosphere let Yanhuai smell a trace of unusual taste.

It's too quiet.

It shouldn't be like this.

"Young master, here comes the foreman." TingYang came to him and whispered.

Yan Huai just put away the sharp eyes like an eagle.

Before he could turn around, he heard a thump behind him.

The foreman knelt down before him and slapped himself.

"Young master! My subordinates are wrong! My subordinates are guilty, please punish them! "

Yan Huai looked down at him. There was no trace of the amorous feelings that should have been left on his pretty face, only the thick frost.

It seems that anyone who dares to get close to it will immediately break the ice and let the man fall into the cold well.

Yan Huai didn't say anything, and the foreman didn't dare to stop. The movements on his hands did not stop. The clapping sound became clearer and louder.

All of a sudden, there was another wind outside.

Yan Huai's eyes flashed a cold light, he drank a "stop", then turned to look at the dark again.

The trees wanted to be quiet, but there was a place where the leaves did not move.

Yan Huai seemed to be aware of something and squeezed the fan in his hand.

The foreman was yelled by Yan Huai. He didn't dare to breathe at one breath, and his face was blue and blue.

"Get up." Yan Huai carried his hand and walked forward. Seeing that the foreman didn't want to get up, he asked, "do you want me to ask you to get up?"

The foreman quickly got up from the ground, "childe! I dare not! "

"Then finish what you should do first." Yan Huai leaves with his sleeve, "punishment is to be punished, and things should be done."