Portable Space: The Peasant Princess

Two days later.

In Liuyun Pavilion, Gu Panxia was making milk powder for Xiao Xuefei in the hall, when she saw Zhao Bin walking in in a hurry.

She glanced up, then continued to lower her head while busy with the movements in her hands, and asked, "Why are you in such a hurry?"

"Girl, there is a letter from Xu Wen."

When Gu Panxia heard this, she made a movement in her hands. She quickly put down the brewed milk powder and turned around and asked, "What did he say?"

"Girl, see for yourself!"

Zhao Bin handed her the envelope in his hand.

Gu Panxia took it and opened it, then her eyes narrowed instantly.

"Assassination Gate!"

She had not forgotten this name. This was the name she had been assassinated by someone from this organization when she was sending Zhou and Gu Dahai back to Yuehe Village.

She remembered that it was Mrs. Lu who wanted to kill her, so she hired people from the assassination sect. Unfortunately, in the end, those people failed to succeed, and instead they all died at her hands.

It's just... why did this assassination sect that had disappeared for a long time appear inexplicably again, and why did it bother to plot against Gu Dashan?

Zhao Bin said: "The people of the Assassination Sect will never go out at will, unless someone pays a lot of money to hire them. However, if the assassination fails on the same target, they will never assassinate the second time! Girl, I think there is something fishy at this time."

Gu Panxia frowned, "Did Xu Wen make a mistake in his investigation? Or someone wants to blame this matter on the assassination sect?"

Zhao Bin was also a little puzzled. He said: "The master of the Assassination Sect, Tian Yu, has some friendship with the young master. If the girl wants to know, I will send someone to the Assassination Sect to ask."

"Then the master of the Assassination Sect really knows your young master?"

Gu Panxia was a little surprised. She had never heard Lu Yuan mention this before.

She suddenly remembered that when those killers came to assassinate her, one of them seemed to have told her that the leader of the Assassination Sect and the leader of the Ziyun Sect were good friends.

At that time, she only thought that the killer was trying to get closer, but she never imagined that Lu Yuan and the sect master were actually old acquaintances.

Zhao Bin coughed lightly and said: "The young master was chased by someone once, but fortunately the master of the assassination sect rescued him. However, girl, you don't have to think too much. Since the young master recovered, he has not followed the assassination sect again. The Lord got in touch.”

Gu Panxia glanced at him suspiciously, "Why should I think too much? Could it be that the leader of the assassination sect is a woman?"

Zhao Bin laughed dryly and nodded, "It's a woman."

Gu Panxia raised her eyebrows, "Could it be that the assassination sect master is interested in your young master?"

Zhao Bin looked at her hesitantly, hesitating for a long time, and finally said: "This... girl, you also know, how many women can hold back that face of the young master?"

Gu Panxia: "..." Isn't this another rotten peach blossom?

"Then...girl, do you still want to ask about the assassination sect about this matter?"

Gu Panxia glanced at him and said thoughtfully: "Do you know what kind of person this assassination sect leader is?"

"Her?" Zhao Bin said quietly for a moment, then organized his words and said: "This person is ruthless and likes to do things by any means. After she saved the young master, she always liked to pester the young master. One night, while the young master was sleeping, she Next, I wanted to sneak into the young master’s room secretly, but my throat was almost blocked by the young master’s sword.”

When Zhao Bin said this, he glanced at Gu Panxia secretly. Seeing that she had no reaction, he said cautiously: "She also captured all the women who tried to get close to the young master and used them as medicine men. She can't be said to be crazy. It’s too much.”