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"Princess Yun Ning, is there any hidden disease on your body?"

Zhao Heng narrowed his gaze, saw the movements of the two, and asked softly.

"The Princess, she..."

Before Mammy could respond, Yun Ning replied in a weak voice.

"It's okay, it's an old problem!"

Zhao Heng looked at the master and servant and remained silent.

The young girl who had been facing Yue Buqun in high spirits just now was sick and weak.

"Young Master Zhao, don't bother me any more! It's been a long time since I've been out, and the princess is weak and can't stand it, so I have to go back!"

Mammy saw that the sick blush temporarily faded under the input of internal force, and she was relieved, feeling the slightly colder weather, said in an old voice.

"Ah."

"Young Master Zhao, the old man has taken the princess and resigned!"

Nanny supported Yun Ning, made simple salutes to Zhao Heng, and said solemnly.

After the words fell, she supported Yun Ning and walked out.

After a while, a gust of autumn wind hit, bringing bursts of cool air.

"Can you see what kind of disease she has?"

Looking at the master and servant who disappeared into the corner outside the courtyard, Zhao Heng frowned slightly, and couldn't help asking Yue Buqun beside him.

"The Princess had an attack just now, and I felt a icy coldness from her body. It may be a special kind of icy internal force wreaking havoc in her body!"

"Icy air?"

Zhao Heng murmured in a low voice. After a long time, he looked back.

"It's getting late, things are done, come back early!"

Looking at the slightly dark weather, Zhao Heng said softly, then walked towards the room.

At this time, when Yue Buqun nodded, he did not follow.

Instead, he turned and walked towards the firewood room where the corpses were piled up before.

Because Yue Buqun knew that after tonight, these corpses had to be cleaned up.

Because, after assassinating Yang Tian, ​​the marks left by the sword technique are too big...

As time goes by.

Yue Buqun handled the corpse until night fell.

It's a complete clean up.

Taking advantage of the night, the figure flickered, and a black figure was like a big bird, quietly heading towards Yang's residence.

At this time, in the capital of the Northern Qi Dynasty, in the study of the Yang Mansion.

Yang Tian was holding a miscellaneous journal in his hand, he seemed to be in a daze, but he didn't drink the cup of hot tea that was just put on beside him, it was already more than half cold.

"This book is really wonderful!

In the rivers and lakes, it really is a hidden dragon and a crouching tiger! "

Yang Tian seemed to see the beauty, and sighed in his heart, and his brows were filled with joy.

It's like finding some happy toy.

"By the way, Mr. Wang, do you think Duke Zhou's treasure exists in that book?"

Seems to have thought of something suddenly, Yang Tian said excitedly.

After the voice fell, beside Yang Tian, ​​Wang Lao came out from the shadows.

"Master Hui, this week's Duke's treasure has been passed down for decades, almost hundreds of years, but...

I haven't heard of anyone who has actually seen this thing! "

Elder Wang's eyes flickered, he thought for a while, and said in a deep voice.

"It would be great if the Duke Zhou's treasure was real!

It is said that the treasure can determine the rise and fall of a dynasty! "

Greed that was almost obsessive flashed in Yang Tian's eyes, looking at the miscellaneous notes in his hand, the hand that was holding the miscellaneous notes was also trembling slightly, obviously his heart was extremely restless.

When Wang Lao saw Yang Tian's appearance, a look of helplessness flashed between his brows.

When Wang Lao was young, this rumor had always existed.

And just after hearing the news, the Northern Qi Dynasty and the Great Jin Dynasty.

I don't know how many masters were sent out one after another, and they searched for nearly ten years, but they all returned without success.

This rumor, as time went by, really seemed like a rumor.

Even if this rumor is true, with the Yang family where Yang Tian belongs, can he really grab it?

Wang Lao felt that if he really got it, it would cause some fatal disasters.

Wang Lao looked at Yang Tian whose face was very restless at this moment, sighed, and didn't say any more.

In fact, the most important thing is that Duke Zhou's treasure, in Wang Lao's mind, is simply nonsense.

After a long time, Yang Tian's face slowly returned to calm, he put down these miscellaneous notes, lightly rubbed his dizzy head, and said softly.

"Old Wang, it's getting late, you should go back and rest early!"

Hearing Yang Tian's words, Mr. Wang glanced at the dark sky outside the window, feeling extraordinarily gloomy.

There was a trace of uneasiness in my heart.

Looking at Yang Tian with a tired face in a blink of an eye, he swallowed the words that came to his mouth.

That's it!

No matter how you say it, I can be considered a first-class master!

His own room is next door to the son's room.

At that time, there will be trouble, and with my own strength, I will naturally arrive as soon as possible!

"Yes! Son!"

Elder Wang moved his feet and retreated.

The moment the door was closed, Elder Wang's footsteps became lighter and lighter, obviously using internal force to support his feet.

The ears are erected habitually, listening to the slightest sound around.

After tossing and turning, he came to his room, opened the door like this, walked to the bed, sat cross-legged, and adjusted his internal energy.

Time flies by.

As the rooster crows and the dawn breaks, warm air spreads across the earth.

At this time, Elder Wang, who was sitting cross-legged on the bed, opened his eyes silently.

This night, it seemed a little too peaceful.

Just like the young master's snoring has never been heard, how could the young master sleep so lightly.

Snoring? !

wrong!

Is it? !

The expression in Wang Lao's eyes suddenly froze, his heart sank, and under the surge of internal energy, he quickly got out of bed, and the wind was blowing under his feet.

"Snapped!"

The door of Yang Tian's room was slapped open with a palm, and Yang Tian who caught his eyes was lying on the bed with his eyes slightly closed.

However, his complexion was too pale.

Elder Wang hurried forward, with blood in his eyes, he lifted the quilt directly.

Inside the quilt, there was scarlet red, and all the close-fitting clothes were like this.

"Hurry up and report to the master!!"

Elder Wang lost his focus for a moment, looked at Yang Tian who was already out of breath, and said hoarsely to the guards at the door who also looked terrified.

"Yes yes yes~!"

Hearing the sound, the guards who rushed over heard Wang Lao's hoarse voice, and their legs were a little weak.

Although he didn't see the situation in the house clearly, the touch of Yin Hong made him see clearly.

Without hesitation, he even rolled and crawled, looking directly outside the mansion.

Elder Wang watched the situation solemnly, feeling more chill in his heart.

Looking at Yang Tian's body in front of him, and the dried blood stains on his clothes, Yang Tian seemed to have been dead for some time.

Who and when did this move? !

And how did this person get in? !

Why didn't I realize it a little bit?

Elder Wang's eyes flashed cold, and he stretched out his hand to slowly uncover the wound that had frozen Yang Tian.

"Bah."

The clothes that were attached to the flesh were pulled away, and the wound was clearly seen.

"Sword wound?"

"Could it be a master of swordsmanship?!"

Elder Wang let out a mouthful of depression slowly, thinking of the only possibility in his mind.

Being able to kill the young master silently by the side of a first-class master.

The only thing that can explain this is a grandmaster at this time!

But why would someone at the level of a master assassinate his son? !

But at this moment, the sound of a quick and light step came from outside.

"Old Wang, what's going on?!"

What catches the eye is a middle-aged man whose complexion is seven or eight points similar to Yang Tian's. The calm and capable look in the past is gone, and his face is full of anxiety.

"Young master, he..."

Elder Wang was a little speechless, looking at Yang Tian's father Yang Yu in front of him.

"My God!"

Yang Yu stepped forward and looked at Yang Tian's appearance.

For a moment, it was like being absent-minded, with tears in the tiger's eyes.

Looking at the bed, it was obviously the dead son of Toutou, and his heart was even more desolate...

The most heart-wrenching thing in the world is probably a white-haired person giving a black-haired person.

At this time, Yang Yu's body seemed to have lost its backbone, his feet were frivolous, and he sat slumped on the ground with dull eyes.

In the end, passed out.

"Hurry up and help the master lie on the bed to rest!!"

"Also hurry up, please doctor!!"