In Wutong Garden.
"The clouds are like clothes, the flowers are like faces..."
Liu Yunxian murmured to herself, her beautiful eyes obsessed.
This was the poem that Qin Ying chanted in the Golden Palace during the day.
The maid Chun'er said with admiration: "Your Highness's poems are extremely romantic and praiseworthy, and his painting skills are even more extraordinary. If Chun'er had such a husband, she would be willing to die."
"It's a pity that it was not written for me. I heard that the painting in the painting was also given to someone else." Liu Yunxian felt mixed emotions.
This poem was given by Qin Ying to Ling Xiruo, the granddaughter of the painting saint Ling Daoxuan, and the amazing masterpiece was also given to her.
Who can't see Qin Ying's thoughts?
Liu Yunxian is Qin Ying's main wife, of course she wants to enjoy exclusive love, but Qin Ying's nature is romantic.
After her, there is Wu Qingqiu, and now there is Ling Xiruo?
Her husband was extremely talented and charming. As a woman, she should be proud of him. However, she could not help but feel jealous when she thought that there might be more and more women around him in the future.
Chun'er was a maid who came with her as a dowry. She had been serving Liu Yunxian since the Liu family. She could see that her master was in a bad mood, so she whispered, "Miss, Chun'er thinks that although the prince is romantic, he still has deep feelings for you. Otherwise, you can work harder to hold the prince's heart firmly?"
"What do you mean?" Liu Yunxian asked curiously.
Chun'er looked around and took out a picture book from her arms mysteriously, "Miss, look..."
Liu Yunxian took a look and closed it immediately. A blush appeared on her delicate face, spreading to her ears and neck.
"This... Chun'er, where did you get this book?"
Liu Yunxian blushed. The content of this book was the art of sex, also known as the Spring Palace Picture.
Chun'er said with a smile: "Before leaving, Madam gave it to me specially, saying that she was afraid that Miss wouldn't know."
"Ah? Mother gave it to me?" Liu Yunxian's face turned even redder.
How could she have thought that her mother would even consider this aspect.
Just then, there was a sound of footsteps outside the door, and then Qin Ying, who was drunk, walked in with the help of the guards.
"Your Highness, how did you drink so much?"
Liu Yunxian and Chun'er hurried forward to help him, and the guards also retreated tactfully.
"My father is entertaining all the officials, and I drank a little too much."
Qin Ying threw himself into Liu Yunxian's arms, greedily breathing in the orchid fragrance on her body.
"Chun'er, help me take a bath." Liu Yunxian hurriedly ordered, supporting Qin Ying with some heartache.
"Xian'er..."
Qin Ying narrowed his eyes, gently hugged her waist, and said in an ambiguous manner: "You smell so good."
Liu Yunxian blushed slightly, and hurriedly helped him to the bed.
"Hey, what is this?" Qin Ying saw the picture book that fell on the ground at a glance.
Liu Yunxian blushed, and hurriedly bent down to pick it up, and said awkwardly: "No, nothing."
"I saw it all, Xian'er, so you like to read this kind of thing." Qin Ying reached out and took it away, with a smile on his face.
"I... I'm afraid that if there are too many women around His Highness, I won't like Xian'er anymore." Liu Yunxian blushed and whispered.
"So you read this kind of book to please me?" Qin Ying heard this, and there was a gentleness in his eyes.
Liu Yunxian nodded shyly.
"Silly, what are you thinking?" Qin Ying said seriously: "If I betray you, I will be struck by lightning."
"Don't..."
Liu Yunxian quickly covered Qin Ying's mouth with a finger and said softly: "At home, the father is the sky, and after marriage, the husband is the sky. Since Xian'er has become a wife, she is your highness's person in life and your highness's ghost in death. How can I watch my husband swear a poisonous oath?"
In an instant, Qin Ying felt a huge sense of satisfaction.
Is this the three obediences and four virtues of ancient women? It's too enjoyable, right? With such a wife, what else can a husband ask for!
"Hehe..." Qin Ying picked up her soft and boneless body, his eyes were as hot as magma.
Chun'er saw that the atmosphere was gradually getting out of control, so she retreated obediently and stopped being a light bulb.
Qin Ying seemed to have a ball of fire in his body, igniting all the blood in his body. Without waiting for Liu Yunxian to react, the hot kiss fell all the way.
"Oh, wait a minute, Your Highness."
Liu Yunxian gently supported his chest with her hands, blushing and coquettishly said: "You wrote a poem for Ling Xiruo today, I want one too."
"Can I write it later?" Qin Ying was almost burned to death by lust, how could he have the mood to write poems.
"No, I want it now." When Liu Yunxian acted coquettishly, she could melt even a tough guy.
"Okay, okay, I'll write a poem for Xian'er."
Qin Ying's eyes turned and he spoke:
"A branch of red flowers condensed with fragrance, and the clouds and rain in Wushan were in vain.
May I ask who in the Han Palace can be like this, poor Feiyan relies on her new makeup."
Understanding the meaning of the poem, Liu Yunxian's watery eyes exuded infinite tenderness, and she took the initiative to stick to Qin Ying, untied her hair with both hands, and her palace skirt slipped off.
Qin Ying's eyes were blazing with fire. Xian'er's pretty face, pure and lustful, was simply enchanting, especially her moist and slightly red lips, which were even more fatally tempting.
Qin Ying's breathing was heavy, his mouth was dry, and he laughed evilly, "Like in the book."
Liu Yunxian's face was as red as blood. She knew what he meant and was immediately embarrassed.
...
Late at night.
A heavy rain fell on the imperial capital without warning.
It was a rainstorm in late autumn, and it was slightly chilly.
A black shadow quietly emerged from behind a tall building in the imperial capital, gliding down like a bat.
There was no sound when it landed.
After him, dozens of black shadows fell in unison.
More than a dozen people moved in unison, all covered their heads and faces, and were dressed in black, revealing only a pair of cold and ruthless eyes, standing silently in the darkness, like the god of death.
The group exuded a murderous intent, which was three times colder than the late-night autumn rain.
The leader was a thin man in black, and a cold voice came from under his mask: "Rob Cai Jingzhong and kill Qin Ying."
"Yes!"
The killers clasped their fists, with a cold light in their eyes.
The rumbling rain covered everything.
The murderous intent in the darkness was quietly spreading.
At the same time.
The bedroom of the eighth prince Qin Zhou.
The servants had been dismissed long ago. Qin Zhou sat in the main hall, boiling tea in a copper stove. Opposite him was the eldest prince Qin Dang, whose hand was wrapped in a bandage and hung around his neck.
"Brother, your personal soldiers won't fail, right?" Qin Zhou looked nervous and a little uneasy, "I heard that Huang Shanhe knocked down your cavalry guards alone."
Qin Dang glanced at him coldly, as if blaming him for talking about something that was not related to the topic.
"Huang Shanhe is a grandmaster, of course my soldiers can't beat him."
"He is not the only grandmaster in the world, my master is also one, tonight my master will take action to hold him back. Those sent out this time are all masters with first-class assassination skills. They were assassins with a large reward in the world before joining the army, so there will be no problem."
Hearing this, the uneasiness on Qin Zhou's face disappeared and he breathed a sigh of relief.
Qin Dang took a sip of tea, stroked his broken arm, and his eyes flashed with murderous intent: "Qin Ying, don't blame me for not thinking about the brotherhood, it's all because you are too ostentatious."
"If you have always been a waste, when I ascend the throne, I will also reward you with a fiefdom and let you continue to be a romantic prince. If you insist on showing your edge, don't blame me."
As he said, the teacup in his hand was crushed unconsciously.
The Han emperor is old, and he will definitely appoint a crown prince in a few years. The most promising one is the eldest prince Qin Dang.
Anyone who wants to compete with him for the position of crown prince must die!
…
The rain is getting heavier.
The autumn wind blows out the lights in the corridor.
A faint smell of blood permeates the night.
In the corner of the cobblestone corridor, there are piles of corpses, eunuchs, palace maids, guards... Their blood gathers together and flows into the rain.
No one knows how this group of killers sneaked into the palace. They are like ghosts, silent and silent. Anyone who sees them will have their throat pierced.
In Wutong Garden, Qin Ying was sleeping soundly with Liu Yunxian's snow-white jade arms as his pillow. A gust of cold wind blew in, bringing a faint smell of blood.
Qin Ying suddenly opened his eyes and said in surprise: "Blood?"
The instinct of his previous life made him extremely sensitive to the smell of blood.
Even if there was only a little bit, he would wake up immediately from his sleep.
He got up carefully without disturbing Liu Yunxian.
Quietly walked to the door and slowly opened a gap.
What came into view was a guard who was soaked by the rain, blocking the door.
"What's going on?"
Qin Ying opened the door and asked with a frown.
The guard was motionless, his face pale and stiff.
Qin Ying just reached out to touch him, and a long knife suddenly pierced the guard's chest and hit Qin Ying in the face.
"There is an assassin!"
Qin Ying suddenly stepped back to avoid the dangerous knife, and at the same time roared through the night.
The assassin hiding behind the guard immediately jumped out and slashed at Qin Ying with a fierce knife.
Qin Ying put his hands together and caught the sharp blade with his bare hands.
He kicked the assassin in the abdomen fiercely, and the other party groaned, the knife fell to the ground, and retreated again and again.
Without waiting for the killer to react, Qin Ying approached and hit him on the chin with an uppercut, knocking him off the ground, smashing the door and flying out.
"Old Huang!"
Qin Ying shouted loudly immediately.
But Old Huang, who always hid in the dark and was always available, did not show up this time.
At the same time, three more killers broke in through the window.
Qin Ying grabbed the knife on the ground and immediately retreated to the bed.
Liu Yunxian also woke up, and when she saw the three killers covered in black, she screamed: "Your Highness, run away!"
The first thing she did when she woke up was not to take care of her own safety, but to let Qin Ying run away quickly.
Without saying a word, the killer suddenly jumped up and chopped down with a long knife.
Qin Ying opened his eyes wide, jumped and hugged Liu Yunxian, and rolled to the other side.
Crack!
The long knife chopped on the bed, and it actually cut the thick pear wood in half, which shows how powerful it is.
Just as Qin Ying was about to break out, he found that five more assassins in black rushed in from outside, and several sharp long knives were in front of him in an instant.
Qin Ying seemed to be a little alone in the face of so many well-trained assassins, not to mention that there was also Liu Yunxian beside him.
Puff.
After resisting a few knives, his arm was accidentally cut, and a cluster of blood arrows shot out immediately.
"Ah... Your Highness!" Liu Yunxian screamed in panic.
"Go!"
Qin Ying roared regardless of the pain in his arm. After practicing Guiyuan Wuji Gong, his strength was amazing. He slammed the knife and repelled everyone, breaking through the encirclement with Liu Yunxian.
When he came outside, his eyes were red in an instant.
The long corridor was full of corpses, and the blood had dyed the cobblestones on the road red.
No wonder no one came to rescue him when he shouted. I'm afraid that all the guards and sentries in Wutong Garden had been killed.
If he hadn't woken up in time, he would have been cut in the neck in his sleep just now.
"That's..."
Qin Ying glanced around and instantly found that a group of men in black were evacuating from the other side. On the shoulders of one of the black-clad assassins, Cai Jingzhong was tied up and gagged.