Another magical saying was staged again. What's different is that Cui Changshi was well-read and was not inferior to stories when telling stories. Under his polish, these bandits have added many specialties such as flying over eaves and walls, stealth through walls.

Liu Dezhao didn't believe it, but he still remembered these stories one by one. They came back from Luoyang and had not known much about the changes in the city over the past few days. Maybe it was time to find some time to visit the chief secretary of Yongzhou Prefecture.

Two hours later, Duke Huan's Mansion.

Wu Yanxiu, whose face is like a peach blossom, is intoxicated in the gentle embrace of the beauty. Only the warmth of their chests can soothe his inner anxiety.

From last night and to today, Kutao's reply has not arrived, and a ominous premonition gradually arose in Wu Yanxiu's heart.

Since the meeting in Luoyang three months ago, for three months, he has never seen Kutao's real person again except for sporadic correspondence.

Originally, he didn't take the prince seriously at all. He just thought that he was a reckless waste, greedy and lustful. If a demon like Kutao came to him, he could not care about anything else.

Especially, when he learned that Li Jun specially brought Kutao to Chang'an, he was very confident in his plan. He thought he had done something that even Wu Sansi could not do.

With this confidence, and he was not a cautious person, he no longer cared about the situation on Kutao.

But now, Kutao’s reply has not arrived for a long time, and even a careless person like him is not anxious.

The little girl held a golden cup on her mouth and leaned slightly towards him. Her soft eyes made him obsessed. She threw these worries behind her for a moment and drank a cup. The wine flowed down from his mouth, soaking her thin clothes.

"Don't the Duke still drink?"

Wu Yanxiu stretched out her finger, tapped her lips, and smiled and said, "I want this."

“What’s the difficulty?”

The little girl was about to turn over and sit up and go to the wine pot. Wu Yanxiu used a little force on her hand and pulled her down again.

The two were teasing, and there was a loud sound of footsteps outside the door. It sounded carefully, and it seemed to be coming with anger.

When Wu Sansi heard the news of Kutao's death, he could no longer sit still. He rushed to the Duke's Mansion in a hurry. As soon as he pushed the door, he saw this erotic scene. He was so angry that he cursed.

"Boy, the trouble is coming, you are still in the mood to sleep with a woman!"

Seeing Wu Sansi's figure, Wu Yanxiu was petrified. She was stunned for a moment before she jumped out of the bed. The little ladies behind her quickly grabbed the quilt and covered her body. Their sharp screams echoed in the wing room.

"You contacted Kutao last night."

Seeing Wu Yanxiu walking out in a neatly dressed manner, Wu Sansi said before he could speak. His words were in a certain tone, without any doubt, as if he had known his behavior for a long time.

"How did the prince know?"

"waste!"

"Kutao is dead!"

"Ah!" Yan Xiu stared at her eyes, the shock in her heart was self-evident.

He could not believe that Kutao would die.

These days, he had no news about the bitter Tao at all, and he thought that she had already held the prince firmly in her palm and was proud.

How could he die?

Even if he didn't receive her reply, his worst idea was that Kutao betrayed him and got involved with the prince.

"The prince has already received the news? I have no movement at all!"

"You know how to engage in women all day long, of course you won't know. Someone saw that this morning, a calf cart was taken out from the East Palace and headed to the young cemetery in the suburbs. After asking, I realized that it was the prince's daughter who died."

"It has been spread on the street, saying that this woman was brought by the prince from Luoyang. Yesterday, the Eastern Palace was robbed. Unfortunately, this woman was killed by the robbers. It was a complete accident."

"You said, who else is the female pet brought from Luoyang to Chang'an except Kutao?"

"Prince, I don't believe it," Yan Xiu leaned forward: "How did this woman die? I don't believe it was Kutao. I want to go to Yoshitsuka to check it out."

"Just Su Zhen is Kutao, she must have been killed by the prince. How could it be the robbers' attack? I don't believe it!"

"Don't you believe this?" Wu Sansi stroked his beard: "According to rumors, this woman's face was ruined and her face was beyond recognition. How do you recognize it?"

"This is even more wrong. The prince, the robbers only seek money. Even if Kutao offended them, they just killed her with one knife. Why did they ruin her appearance? Are they still afraid that others would recognize her?"

"The prince, there must be something strange about this."

"You need to say this!"

"Then we have to go to Yoshitsuka to check out. What if the dead woman is not Kutao at all?"

"Are you stupid?" The teeth creaked, and Wu Sansi almost raised his hand to beat him up.

"That woman is of course fake, but this also shows that your eyeliner, Kutao, is probably dead, and the prince cannot hand over a living person, so he came up with this bad plan."

"If Kutao is dead, then just pull Kutao's body out to bury it. He is the prince. It is not a problem to kill a concubine who is unknown and has no choice but to make a fake one."

His IQ suddenly came online, and Wu Sansi pondered for a moment, thinking that what he said made sense.

According to Wu Sansi's idea, if Kutao was still alive, she would definitely find an opportunity to meet Wu Yanxiu. Whether it was coerced by the prince or sincerely, but now that no one is seen, the prince still claims Kutao is dead, which means Kutao cannot come out to deal with Wu Yanxiu at all.

"Maybe, Kutao died long ago, or even died in Chang'an at all, but in Luoyang. The prince kept deliberately hiding this matter until he found out that you were contacting Kutao, and then he made a woman pretend to be her."

"In short, the prince made this decision because of your letter. If you don't contact Kutao, this matter might have been hidden. Kutao, a maid from the East Palace, can basically not leave the door. As long as she doesn't meet you, you will not know her life or death at all."

"I ask you, you received a reply from Kutao in Luoyang. Are you sure it was from Kutao's own handwriting?"

"Yes, right," Yan Xiu frowned and recalled, saying hard: "It's been a long time since the incident, and I can't remember it."

"What a waste!"

Wu Sansi calmly thought that this Kutao must have died when he was in Luoyang. After that, the so-called reply letters Wu Yanxiu received were all written by the prince. This is not difficult at all. As long as you find someone who is good at calligraphy, you can deliberately imitate Kutao's handwriting.

If you say that lying to him may be almost done, it is still easy to deceive Wu Yanxiu.

The question is, if this is the case, is the strategy they set really implemented?

Did Kutao die after doing this, or did the prince discover her identity before she did it?

He didn't care whether Kutao was alive or dead. What did a brothel woman have to do with him?

He just cared about whether the task assigned to her had been implemented. When he thought of this, he hated Wu Yanxiu even more. He blamed this idiot for being unreliable. If he found a few more people, how could they fall into such a dilemma?

Kutao’s letters.

Something appeared in front of his eyes. Wu Sansi suddenly realized that he had also seen Kutao's handwriting, which was sent by Mo'er.
Chapter completed!