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

Chapter 61 Dead bodies in the North

There are three dangers in Tang Xi's trip.

A servant of the emperor, Feng Xu, whose martial arts skills are unpredictable.

Second, the palace was overwhelmingly filled with 1,200 royal guards.

Thirdly, the Prime Minister of Dali Temple and many Dali Temple officials guarded the outside of the palace gate to intercept her.

She survived the first two dangers safely, but this third danger was annihilated in the darkness without her knowing it.

Outside the imperial city, the streets are as dark as ancient tombs.

The officials in Dali Temple wear tight-fitting black clothes, round high collars, silver belts around their waists, white thick-soled high boots, and sharp wild goose feather knives in their hands.

They were dormant in the shadows, their eagle-like eyes fixed on the palace gates of the imperial city.

Under the orders of the Dali Temple ministers, they are here today to capture the assassin who assassinated the emperor.

And it must be captured alive.

They were so focused that they didn't even notice the dark shadow quietly falling behind them.

The cold wind howled by, and the night grew darker.

Inside the palace gate, a carriage drove out slowly.

It's the Prince's car.

The Prime Minister of Dali Temple kept an eye on the carriage. Pei Youxi once told him that no matter whose driver it was, he would stop anyone who came out of the palace and would not let him go.

He waved back, indicating to his men to get ready.

The wind picked up on his hands, and there was no sound behind him.

He suddenly had a premonition that something was not going to happen, and the alarm bell rang loudly in his heart. He turned around and saw the man in black robe approaching.

And all the men he brought with him fell to the ground, and everything happened silently.

The Yanling sword was unsheathed, and the chief minister of Dali Temple raised his eyebrows coldly, approaching the man in black robe.

Wearing a black robe and a mask with a green face and fangs.

Although Zhu Xiaoyuan, the Prime Minister of Dali Temple, has never seen anyone dressed in this way, he has been responsible for investigating Yongye Pavilion for many years, and he knows that this kind of clothing can only be worn by people from Yanmen of Yongye Pavilion.

Yanmen is responsible for transmitting information and will not fight or kill, except for... Lord Yanmen.

Ren Sang!

Zhu Xiaoyuan instantly became 12 times more energetic.

Ren Sang is now the second-in-command of Yongye Pavilion, comparable to the master of the pavilion. If he can catch him, he will definitely be able to capture Yongye Pavilion, which he has been unable to chew for many years.

The Yan Ling Dao in his hand was very smooth, and every move was the result of twenty years of hard work, and he was extremely cautious in handling it.

But in Ren Sang's eyes, it was all just tricks and embroidery.

Quickly and accurately, he removed one of his arms, the Yanling knife fell to the ground, and Zhu Xiaoyuan grimaced in pain.

Ren Sang raised his leg again and kicked the crook of his leg hard. Zhu Xiaoyuan's body trembled and he knelt down on one knee.

Feeling extremely humiliated, Zhu Xiaoyuan stared at him with red eyes and struggled to stand up, but Ren Sang slapped his Tianling Gai down with his palm.

The pressure was so great that he couldn't hold it up, and he knelt on his knees. His kneecaps seemed to be broken, his throat was fishy, ​​and a mouthful of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

Ren Sang did not intend to kill him, so he showed some mercy.

She bowed slightly and looked at him, her thin lips behind the mask opened slightly, and her voice was as cold as the night, "Tell Pei Youxi if you dare to take advantage of her again, be careful of Pei Yuanqing, who will die in the north."

The voice was long and word-for-word, comparable to war songs from ancient times.

After saying this, without waiting for Zhu Xiaoyuan to react, he stepped up and walked into the night, submerging his figure.

Zhu Xiaoyuan was left shaking his sleeves angrily, gnashing his teeth and gnashing his teeth as he stared in the direction he was leaving. He was so angry that he spurted blood all over the ground.

In the palace, Pei Youxi, the minister of Dali Temple, was kneeling outside the Yangxin Hall with all the civil and military officials.

In the Yangxin Hall, the maids had put on mourning clothes for the deceased emperor, closed their eyes, and tidied up their appearance.

The queen and concubines knelt on the ground, looking at the silent man lying on the floor, crying softly, wiping their tears with their handkerchiefs.

Especially Concubine Yan. She hadn't been there for only a day, so why was there an assassin? She didn't know whether she should be happy or sad.

All the princes also arrived, including the third prince and the prince. They knelt on the edge of the collapse and stared at the old man in front of them, their father.

It's a sleepless night, but I don't know how many people are sincere.

(End of chapter)