si-mexico Chapter 526 Backpack
Chapter 526 Backpack
Prince Zhao's Palace.
The Xin family was all in the palace at this time, and Prince Zhao's mansion was much quieter than usual.
In the corridor of the garden, Yan Yi, the chief steward of Prince Zhao's mansion, was wearing a purple steward's uniform and a pair of black brocade boots.
He was only in his early thirties, but he was able to control hundreds of servants in Prince Zhao's mansion.
A patrolling team of Xin's army met Yan Yi in the garden.
"Strict management."
Xin's army greeted the manager very politely.
It has been less than two months since they returned to the capital, and they have already felt that Yan Guanshi has managed Prince Zhao's Mansion in perfect order. He is worthy of being trained by Princess Jin.
Yan Yi also greeted the patrolling Xin family army respectfully and politely: "Dear brothers, it has been a turbulent time recently. You have worked hard on patrol."
The leader of the patrol team smiled and said, "This job is much easier than the battles we used to fight at the border. It won't be a problem."
"I'd like to trouble Manager Yan to take the trouble to arrange for his men to pay more attention to the situation in Fu Mansion and report any abnormalities to our Xin family army immediately."
Yan Yi nodded: "Of course, of course."
As the chief steward of Prince Zhao's Palace, he was familiar with the patrol rules of the Xin family army. After glancing at the still bright sky, he turned and went into his steward's room.
If nothing unexpected happens, my master will send someone to deliver the message to me later.
into the night.
The night was as dark as ink and there was silence in Prince Zhao's mansion. Only a few dim lanterns were swaying in the wind, casting mottled shadows.
Yan Yi stood in the corner of the mansion, holding a piece of paper tightly in his hand, his fingertips trembling slightly. On the note was the familiar handwriting of his master, short and cold: "Get the backpack."
He took a deep breath and placed the note on the candlestick on the desk, and it burned to ashes in the flames.
Yan Yi raised his head and looked towards the northwest of Prince Zhao's Mansion. He had seen the blueprints of Prince Zhao's Mansion. There was a basement hidden under the warehouse in the northwest corner. It had the most sophisticated mechanisms and a secret exit leading to the outside.
The purpose of their trip may be hidden among them.
The master said that there was a treasure hidden in Prince Zhao's mansion that could change the world.
The master has coveted this treasure for a long time. Today he finally found out what this treasure is and ordered him to take action himself.
Yan Yi changed into night clothes, bypassed the patrolling Xin family army, and came to the northwest corner of Prince Zhao's mansion.
As soon as Yan Yi arrived to eat, nine shadows appeared from the northwest corner of Prince Zhao's mansion.
These people were all the master's spies in Prince Zhao's mansion, gardeners, carpenters, and maids...
It was a pity that the Princess of Jin's selection criteria were too strict, and placing ten spies, including him, in the Prince Zhao's Mansion was already the limit.
These ten people are the best of the best.
"action."
Yan Yi gave an order in a low voice, and the nine men in black behind him quickly dispersed and sneaked into the mansion like ghosts.
Having received professional training, they are familiar with every corner here, but even so, facing the mechanisms set up by the second son Xin Cheng, a master of mechanisms, they are still treading on thin ice.
The group quietly knocked down the guard guarding the warehouse in the northwest corner.
The Zhao Palace was always heavily guarded at night, but tonight it was exceptionally quiet, as if even the wind had held its breath.
Yan Yi felt a little uneasy, but his master's order was as heavy as a mountain and he had no choice. Success or failure would depend on tonight.
There was a sense of oppression in the air.
Yan Yi raised his hand to signal everyone to stop, and stared ahead with a serious look.
The entrance to the secret room was blocked by a heavy stone door with intricate carvings on it, and traces of mechanical gears could be vaguely seen.
"Be careful, the trap here is very powerful." He warned in a low voice and then took the first step forward.
However, the moment they stepped into the secret room, the ground suddenly collapsed, and the two men in black were caught off guard and fell into a bottomless trap, their screams echoing in the darkness.
Yan Yi's heart tightened, but he did not dare to hesitate at all and continued to move forward.
The road ahead was thrilling. Dense arrows shot out from the walls, sharp chains hung from the ceiling, and deadly poison needles were hidden on the floor.
With every step forward, someone fell down. Yan Yi's forehead was covered with cold sweat, but he knew that retreating was a dead end.
"Follow me!"
He shouted in a low voice, with unquestionable authority in his voice.
The remaining two spies followed closely, their eyes filled with fear, but more of a desire for the secret treasure that their master had mentioned.
If they get the backpack, they won't have to hide in Prince Zhao's palace as undercover agents anymore, and they will be rich and powerful and promoted to higher positions...
Thinking of this, the men in black became jealous.
However, after passing through numerous obstacles, there was only one person left by Yan Yi's side.
Deep in the secret room, the backpack was quietly placed on a stone platform. The backpack had signs of wear and tear, and looked like it had been used for a long time. However, it was covered with a brocade mat and covered with a layer of "clothes". It seemed that the owner of the backpack treasured it very much.
Yan Yi quickly stepped forward and reached out to take it, but the moment he touched the backpack, the entire secret room began to shake violently, and huge stones from the ceiling fell.
"Come on!"
Yan Yi shouted, grabbed the backpack, turned around and rushed out.
However, the last person left by his side was hit by falling rocks while trying to save Yan Yi and fell to the ground instantly.
Yan Yi's heart was beating like a drum, and the only sounds in his ears were his own breathing and the roar of falling rocks.
He tried his best and finally escaped from the secret exit leading to the outside of the mansion just before the secret room collapsed completely.
Under the moonlight, Yan Yi was covered in blood, holding the backpack tightly in his arms.
Sitting in the carriage that his master had prepared, Yan Yi's heart could not calm down for a long time. The mechanism of Prince Zhao's Mansion was really too powerful! Even though he was familiar with the drawings, he was the only one who escaped out of the ten people.
"Master, the backpack... I brought it back." He murmured in a low voice with a hint of fatigue, and he held on until the carriage stopped.
Yan Yi walked quickly into the small courtyard in the valley with the backpack.
In the courtyard, a man in a black robe was standing with his back to him. Hearing the footsteps, the man slowly turned around, revealing a stern face. It was Zheng Qin.
"You're here." Zheng Qin's voice was low and cold, as if without a trace of emotion.
"Master, the backpack is here." Yan Yi knelt on one knee and handed the backpack over with both hands.
Zheng Qin took the backpack and a gleam of greed flashed in his eyes.
He looked at the backpack carefully, as if he was admiring a priceless treasure.
"Very good, you did a good job." Zheng Qin said lightly, then waved his hand, "Go down and have a good rest."
Yan Yi retreated upon hearing this, but before he took a few steps, he was stabbed in the waist, and the blood stained his clothes red.
Yan Yi opened his eyes wide, then fought desperately, his eyes swollen red.
He followed his master when he was in the Donghai fishing village, but his master turned out to be ungrateful!
In the end, Yan Yi ran out of energy and fell in a pool of blood.
His vision gradually blurred, and the only thing left in his ears was Zheng Qin's cold voice: "Get rid of him, don't leave any traces."
The men in black quickly stepped forward and dragged Yan Yi's body away.
Under the moonlight, Zheng Qin was the only one left in the courtyard. He looked down at the backpack in his hands, a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth.
"The backpack that changed the world is finally mine."