"If the monk didn’t guess wrong, the report will leave the capital and return to the fief. This is the biggest mistake."
Zhu Di looked at the monks in front of him. They were by no means ordinary people. They talked about martial arts alone. Ma Sanbao, the first master in their own hands, was mainly the momentum of the other side.
Breaking into the prince’s pavilion alone and saying these inexplicable things, this man learned that he was leaving the capital!
"What about that?"
The monk said, "I’m a poor monk, Daoyan, and I want to give you a message: Mount February stops Geshuang."
Tao Yan gave another laugh. "I hope your report will have a good life and learn more. Don’t miss the opportunity. Don’t send someone to find your report. It will appear when needed!"
Tao Yan finished walking out of the Prince’s Pavilion, and Zhu Neng chased it out of the darkness with a sword in his hand. Where is the shadow of Tao Yan flying back? "Do you want to send someone to chase people who have disappeared?"
"Forget it. This man is no mortal. Go and get Sanbao back. Let’s put his affairs aside."
Zhu Neng promised to step out of Ma Sanbao’s main manager of Yan Wangfu at a brisk pace. He was very clever and familiar with the martial arts. The same number was the right-hand man of the prince. Even Zhu Neng, a valiant soldier, had the same heart.
Ma Sanbao’s martial arts skills are high, and he is cautious. Several people outside Beijing get together in black, holding a sharp sword, and two people are divided into torches. The faint light shows several people.
"That’s it!"
"good"
These people do things neatly, and it is good that one person kicks the fire-fighting pile from the moment they appear to the moment when they can’t get away from half a column of incense.
Several shadows leave quickly in different directions. One person walks in the direction of the capital, and the other person walks out of the dark at the same time.
Unlike those people, Ma Sanbao, the main manager of Yan Wangfu, frowned slightly with a folding fan in his hand.
Ma Sanbao appears here!
Since the death of Zhu Biao, forces from all sides have gathered in the capital. Zhu Di can’t be idle. Although he can’t bring his own people in with great fanfare, he can’t be too passive. So he sent several confidants to spy around.
Ma Sanbao is responsible for the fact that someone in Jin Wanghang Pavilion is mysteriously out of the city, so he followed the scene and hesitated to follow the man who went to Beijing quickly.
In front of the black dress person, the foot speed is extremely fast, and it seems that he has noticed that his body stopped and turned fiercely. Behind him, a man frowned, and a right-handed machete hand quickly turned around and rushed out.
The man fell behind the stone and a man approached the capital. Ma Sanbao finally couldn’t help but make a few jumps and travel quickly along the mountain. The man suddenly went off with the speed, and the knife in his hand swept back conveniently.
The other party’s strain is really fast enough. Unfortunately, it was Ma Sanbao’s folding fan that shook and blocked the other party’s machete. His body was close to the left and he punched the man in the middle of his waist and abdomen.
A stuffy hum the man’s body suddenly jumped out of a recruit carp dating leaping from the ground for a moment Ma Sanbao has reached the crowd and folded the fan to point the man’s neck.
"Who are you?" Black dress person was asked coldly.
"You don’t need to know. Tell me what the king of Jin is up to!"
Ma Sanbao went straight to the point. When the man heard the word Jin Wang, his face trembled and his expression immediately resumed. "It’s just a passer-by who has something to do in Beijing and doesn’t know Jin Wang."
"You can’t fool me all the way. I know who you have seen and what you have done." Ma Sanbao’s side was turned around by the law, which actually increased people’s fear
"If you are clear, you must ask more questions."
"Really don’t say?"
The man sneered, "It’s all about killing."
Pa Ma Sanbao’s wrist shook, and the man’s body shook all the time. Ma Sanbao looked at the face of life in the previous step and had never seen it in Jin Wangfu.
Ma Sanbao never forgets to see people’s appearance, age, identity, and events. It is necessary to understand the origin and personality of the other party. This is what makes Ma Sanbao unique. The whole person is a walking dictionary.
The figure flashed and disappeared, and when a few wolves barked in the night, they slowly passed by and fell to the ground. The black dress person moved his neck and sat up from the ground with a machete and dropped it into a quick gripper.
It’s dark. Where is the figure? The man looks around. It’s a person or a ghost. He didn’t see clearly. Is it true that someone has been behind him? Once this plan is discovered, the king of Jin will never let himself go!
The man’s eyebrows locked and his eyes turned to think that the other party was cheating on himself just now. If he knew everything, he would stop himself!
"Nothing will happen."
Steady figure, one direction, hand-held machete, fast disappearing
Zhu can take people out of the city and divide them into three groups. When they see a figure walking in front, it is Ma Sanbao, the chief manager, who hurriedly urges the horse to "go back to Beijing immediately in a hurry."
"good"
Ma Sanbao promised to fly a horse, and everyone turned around and returned to Beijing.
A short line of people rushed into the city and came to the prince’s pavilion. Ma Sanbao flew from the Malay prince and waited at the door. I don’t know that since Daoyan came, all I could think about was that word, which kept me awake for a night.
Ma Sanbao saluted, "I’ve seen the sovereign!"
The prince nodded. "Thank you!"
"Sanbao is not responsible for finding out a clue!"
"Sanbao handles affairs, Wang naturally feels at ease"
"Your report is so anxious to get Sanbao back, but something happened?"
"Talk inside"
The two men walked out of the door of the prince’s house. Some people kept the prince cautious, and the people around them were tested at all levels. At this time, the people in the prince’s pavilion were trustworthy.