Daming Super Daddy

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Han Qingshan was still worried about such a security guard, so he was the only one who was on rotation, wandering back and forth.

Suddenly, the patrolling soldiers in the courtyard roared loudly:

"Assassins, there are assassins..."

"Hurry up to the courtyard where the prince sleeps, and don't let the prince have any accidents!"

Boom boom boom!

In the backyard, the door of Zhu Song's room suddenly rang, followed by Huang San's voice: "My lord, my lord, are you asleep? If you are asleep, please get dressed..."

"Huh? What happened?" Zhu Song was indeed tired. He had been on the road for several days, and even the horse was about to break his leg. Isn't the person sitting in the carriage also tired?

"My lord, an assassin has been found in the middle court of the uncle's mansion. The soldiers are looking for the assassin in the mansion. I am worried that the assassin will take advantage of the chaos to attack you and the princess, so I will enter the house to personally protect you and the princess!"

For Huang San and Han Qingshan, it doesn't matter if all the so-called three hundred elites are dead, as long as their prince and concubine are fine.

"Wait!"

Zhu Song is not afraid of this assassin, but if the assassin's skills are comparable to his, Xu Wanjun's safety will become a problem, let Huang San and the others come in.

"Husband, are you okay?" Xu Wanjun waited on Zhu Song to get dressed, but there was no panic on her face.

"No!" Zhu Song stroked Xu Wanjun's beautiful hair, and comforted him: "I think it should be the gangster who fled to Qianyang County. With the abilities of Huang San and Qingshan, it is only a matter of time before the assassin is caught."

"My lord, my concubine!" Huang San, who opened the door and walked in, rushed in with a group of soldiers, and saluted Zhu Song and Xu Wanjun.

"Yeah." Zhu Song nodded and asked, "What happened?"

"My lord, just now a group of patrolling soldiers were patrolling the middle courtyard, but when they reached the back kitchen, a white shadow suddenly flashed past. Even though we pursued with all our strength, we did not catch up with that white shadow. Afterwards, The final general was worried that it was a plan to divert the tiger away from the mountain, so he hurried over."

Huang San didn't dare to neglect, and told Zhu Song what happened just now.

"The direction of the back kitchen?" Zhu Song frowned, and said, "I heard from Liu Xiancheng that this uncle's mansion has not been inhabited for a month and ten days. There should be no food in the back kitchen. Why are there assassins there?"

"My lord, you don't know something. In order to make your stay comfortable and satisfying, the county government has specially arranged some fresh vegetables, melons and fruits, as well as snacks and cooked food, and put them in the back kitchen..."

Han Qingshan, who also rushed over, heard Zhu Song's question, and subconsciously replied, but he realized something was wrong as soon as he said the words. No matter what Han Wang meant, this was not an assassin, but a Laibo. Little thieves looking for food in the house.

However, if it wasn't an assassin, how could there be such a profound lightness kung fu? There are many masters of lightness kungfu among these elite soldiers, and even they can't catch up with them. What is it if they are not assassins?

"My lord, my lords, the assassin has been caught!" Just as he was thinking of this, a soldier came to report.

Not to mention, a master is a master, from discovering the assassin to catching the assassin, it only took half a stick of incense time.

"So fast?" Zhu Song said: "Bring him here, I want to meet this master of lightness kung fu."

"This..." The soldier didn't respond in a hurry, but hesitated instead.

"If you are told to go, go, what are you doing hesitantly?" Han Qingshan's face darkened, and he scolded.

Then the soldier said: "Yes!"

After a cup of tea, a man covered in a big net, all in white, with disheveled hair like a ghost, was escorted in by these soldiers.

"ah!"

Seeing this person for the first time, Zhu Song didn't feel much, then Xu Wanjun screamed, and at the same time hugged Zhu Song's arm.

The soldier who just came in to report gave a forced smile, and he knew that this would happen.

"It's okay." Zhu Song patted Xu Wanjun's slender hand, turned his head to look at the man in white who was wrapped in the net, and said, "Who are you, and why did you come to assassinate me?"

"..."

The ghost-like man in white shuddered and didn't speak.

"My lord is asking you something, but you are talking!" Huang San frowned, stepped forward and kicked the man in white lightly.

Originally thought that the man in white was superb in lightness kungfu, and he should be a master who has been in the world for a long time, but he didn't expect that this light kick would knock the man in white down in one fell swoop.

"I, I'm not an assassin." The man in white spoke, and what surprised everyone was that the voice was so clear and delicate!

Han Qingshan rushed forward, lifted the big net, and casually brushed the long hair of the man in white.

Under the long hair, there is a delicate face, with eyes like a full moon, a tall nose, a small cherry mouth, like a touch of vermilion on white jade, beautiful and amazing!

Woman, this ghost-like person in white clothes is actually a woman!

Embarrassed, all the soldiers present, including Han Qingshan and Huang San, all blushed.

It would be fine if the man in white was a master who had been around for a long time, but he did not expect to be a woman, and a young woman at that.

Such a young woman, it took them half a stick of incense to catch her, what a shame! (To be continued.)

Chapter 187 An Lan

Ignoring the elite soldiers of the guards with their blushing faces, Zhu Song looked at the 'female ghost' kneeling on the ground in front of him with a delicate face, and said:

"Who are you and why did you come to Amber Mansion?"

"I, I'm hungry." The woman in white looked at Zhu Song timidly, her fifteen or sixteen-year-old face was still full of fear.

"Why do you only come here to find food?" Huang San finally came to his senses.

"No, no, I will come here every day." The woman in white seemed to be a little afraid of Huang San, she shrank her neck subconsciously, and said.

"Stay away!" Zhu Song pushed Huang San back and said, "You said you would come here every day? No one lived here in the first ten days of the month. What are you doing here? Is it possible that someone is here on purpose? Prepare food here, waiting for you to eat?"

"Yes!" The woman in white was afraid that Zhu Song would not believe her, and said hastily: "Not long after I came here, people in the city called this a ghost house, and every day someone would put food in the back kitchen of the house. Eating food is said to be sacrificed to ghosts."

"Haunted house?" Hearing this word, Han Qingshan became angry at that time, saying: "These damned magistrates dare to arrange a haunted house for my prince to live in, they really deserve to die!"

"Okay, where did you get so angry?" Zhu Song glared at Han Qingshan, and said, "If this king's guess is correct, you are what the people in the city call ghost, right?"

The woman in white was silent for a while, then said: "I'm not a ghost, but I can't appear in the city during the day."

"Why?" Zhu Song pressed again.

This time the woman in white didn't speak, but subconsciously looked at the soldiers around her.

Zhu Song glanced at Xu Wanjun and the surrounding soldiers, and suddenly said: "Qingshan, you accompany the princess to another room, and I will talk to her again."

Han Qingshan worried about Zhu Song's safety, and said: "But the prince..."

"Okay, you can step back!" Zhu Song said that he has a unique personality, and no one else can change the things he decides.

"Then husband, let's go out first!"