The character design collapsed! The general's sick beauty is a killer

Chapter 57 The Emperor’s Funeral

Four quarters of the unitary hour.

The two of them arrived at the imperial dining room.

The emperor was comatose in bed and could not eat. Every day, the imperial dining room would make some easy-to-eat liquid food in different ways. They were always ready. When the news of the meal came from the Yangxin Palace, the palace maids would be sent to deliver the meal immediately.

At five o'clock in the You hour, meals are served in the Hall of Yangxin.

The strange palace maid led the way, and Tang Xi carried the porridge carefully prepared by the imperial kitchen to the Hall of Cultivation of the Heart.

Outside the Yangxin Hall, the Imperial Guards were on guard.

Tang Xi lowered his eyes and looked at the number of imperial guards around him from the corner of his eye.

The letter said that there were one hundred and twenty-six Imperial Guards in one team, and the Yangxin Hall was surrounded by three teams. There were nearly 400 Imperial Guards stationed in the Yangxin Hall alone.

The imperial guards who were resting lived in the Ziwei Hall next to the Yangxin Hall. If there was a slight disturbance and less than half a stick of incense, the nearly four hundred imperial guards would arrive.

In two sticks of incense time, the palace's total of 1,200 royal guards can all be on standby.

When they saw the two of them, as usual, the commander of the Royal Forest Army came forward to check them. Since they had been delivering meals to them for several days, they looked very familiar, so they felt relieved and did not search them.

But because of today's convenient move, he regretted it for the rest of his life.

Stepping into the Yangxin Hall, you will see a spacious entrance. The air is filled with the bitterness of herbs. The dragon bed is suspended at a high place, and a staircase leads straight up.

Feng Xu, the eunuch in charge, stood at the foot of the stairs, his fly whisk hanging from his arm.

Tang Xi wondered why a bed was placed so high, in order to appear superior to the royal family?

Carrying the tray, she walked steadily up the stairs and saw the emperor who was always in high spirits.

Lying on the large bed, his eyes were sunken, his face was sallow, his hair was disheveled, and his vicissitudes of life were evident, as if he had aged more than ten years in a daze.

Feng Xu followed them, holding a silver needle in his hand, and gently stirred the rice and porridge a few times.

After confirming that there was nothing wrong, the attendant stood aside and watched as one of them helped the emperor and the other fed him food bit by bit with a spoon.

At the same moment when the last mouthful of porridge was fed into his mouth, Tang Xi turned his palm over and the blade was so sharp that it sank into the old neck in an instant.

The movement was so fast that Feng Xu had no time to stop him.

Blood spurted out, and Tang Xi dodged. The hot blood splashed all over the bed. The unconscious old emperor's eyes suddenly widened, his eyes were about to burst, his pupils were dilated, and he whimpered a few times without closing his eyes.

In the 20th year of Tianqi's reign, the emperor was assassinated and buried at the age of forty-eight.

Feng Xu was stunned, looking at the old emperor ascending to heaven in front of him, and forgot to react for a moment.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Tang Xi pulled out the dagger from under the palace skirt and struck at him.

As long as Feng Xu is dealt with before he alerts the Royal Forest Army, they can retreat safely.

The two of them attacked him at the same time, and Feng Xu was forced to retreat continuously. He stepped on the ground and fell to the high platform.

Tang Xi followed closely behind, jumped off the high platform, and pointed the dagger directly at his face.

Feng Xu sweated for himself and waved his fly whisk to block it. Tang Xi's moves were fierce, his eyes were sharp, and his movements were as fast as lightning, forcing him to hit his vital points. Feng Xu refused to give in, and in the blink of an eye, the two of them had passed a hundred moves.

Snow-white whisks scattered all over the sky, mixed with the clear shadows of swords and daggers, like brilliant fireworks all over the sky.

The accompanying maid anxiously wanted to step forward to help, but she was completely unable to intervene. She was ashamed. It turned out that this was the combat power of a Class A killer, and she was beyond her reach.

The battle situation was tense and no one could leave if it continued. Tang Xi shouted to her, "Leave first."

The palace maid thought for a moment and nodded. She couldn't help anything by staying here. She lowered her head and tidied up the messed up palace clothes, picked up the tray, straightened her facial expression, opened the palace door, and walked out calmly.

The commander of the Royal Forest Army stepped forward and glanced behind her, "Where's the other one? Why didn't he come out?"

(End of chapter)