Da Qin: the Identity of My Eldest Son Has Been Discovered

With his toes on the wall, he dexterously jumped up the three-meter-high courtyard wall.

He stretched his hand to his back and took off the sharp sword that flickered with cold light.

Bending down and squatting on the courtyard wall, all eyes looked at the tall and straight figure in the courtyard, killing intent in his eyes!

suddenly

Qin Xuan felt something, turned his head and turned his eyes to the high wall in the distance.

As a rule of thumb, the party who wears black uniforms is usually regarded as the villain.

Twenty black-clothed and masked people appeared on the courtyard wall, and one could guess with their toes that these people were definitely not thieves.

Jian eyebrows frowned, and he grasped the shrunken spear in his hand.

Twenty assassins jumped down, charged forward with their bronze swords high, and shouted, "Kill!"

Ergeng paled with fright, and a sharp voice resounded in the night sky.

"There are assassins~!"

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Chapter 41 The Person Who Disappeared

"Protect the young master!"

Qingzhuqiao's face changed, and she held the wooden tray to her chest, blocking it without hesitation.

After only ten days of contact, I have already regarded this easy-going young master as the same family.

Although Daqin has a sturdy folk customs, it has a strict hierarchy.

What kind of status can only live in a corresponding house, and there are also regulations for dressing.

It can be said that every class is strictly restricted.

Servants like them sent from the palace are mostly slaves, and their lives no longer belong to them.

If there is a slight bit of disrespect to make the master angry, and they are beaten to death, no one will intervene.

This young master is so approachable, he doesn't treat them as slaves at all.

Even the melons and fruits given by the palace were given to them to share.

You don't need to be careful when speaking, for fear of losing your life if you say the wrong word.

Even, occasionally, he can make a harmless joke, and the young master will not be angry.

There is a rumor that the eldest son, Fusu, is kind and approachable.

But in Qingzhu's eyes, that generous eldest son is far less approachable than his own young master!

Being able to serve the young master is a blessing from Xiu.

Ergeng's shrill voice resounded through the night sky, and when he saw twenty masked men in black waving bronze swords and rushing towards him, he hurriedly pushed Qin Xuan back.

The back blocked in front of the sword.

He shouted, "Master, go!"

Qin Xuan looked at the two personal servants with their bodies blocking the front, and was secretly moved.

In particular, Qingzhu, a weak woman, stood in front of him without fear, which moved him unceasingly.

On the far edge of the wall, two figures leaned out and talked in a low voice.

The right protector saw twenty elite subordinates with high martial arts rushing up, and there was already a panic on the opposite side, and he was secretly proud.

He said with a smile: "Haha, the task assigned by Lord Donghuang is about to be completed! None of the people in the yard will survive!"

Luo Yuemei stared at the changes in the yard, and said in a deep voice, "There are many court officials living in Qingyao Street, and the guards are strictly guarded. The soldiers who are in charge of patrolling will come over soon, and if they kill the target, they will retreat immediately!"

"I know, I know!"

Right Protector narrowed his eyes in dissatisfaction and responded impatiently.

Although they are all protectors, the left protector is responsible for intelligence collection, dissemination of news and so on.

The right protector is mainly responsible for training dead soldiers and carrying out assassinations.

Tonight's task was personally assigned by the leader, Dong Huang, and led by the Left Protector, Luo Yue.

Even if the right protector is dissatisfied, he can only respond.

Otherwise, no matter whether the mission is successful or not, going back will be punished.

In the yard, twenty black-clothed masked men had already rushed to a distance of thirty feet.

On the bronze sword held high, you could even see the dried bloodstains.

Green Bamboo stood in front of him, and Bai Nen's little hands tightly hugged the tray and didn't move.

With the determination to die brazenly, he closed his eyes.

"Let's go, young master!"