Emperor Yuan raised his hand and drew his sword, and faced him, blocking the weak young man behind him.
The lamps and candles in the room were extinguished by someone, and the man in black fought with Emperor Yuan's hidden guards. When the lamps and candles were extinguished, Emperor Yuan immediately grabbed the boy's arm and retreated to one side.
To his surprise, the young man looked weak and his hands were small and light, but there were thick sword calluses in his palms.
Raising the sword to fend off an assassin's attack, making a sound in the dark would become a living target. Emperor Yuan wanted to pull the young man behind him, but he didn't expect the young man to pull him back, one step ahead of him against the Assassins.
The scabbard in the young man's hand met the assassin's sword, and the sound of Dang Dang Dang Dang Dang Dang Dang Dang Dang Dang Dang Dang Dang Dang Dang Dang Dang Dang Dang Dang Dang Dang in the darkness of the sword flurry.
Emperor Yuan was relieved, and slowly let go of the young man's hand, and stood sideways with the young man back to back to defend against foreign enemies.
Even though he had his own hidden guards blocking the front layer by layer, there were still assassins rushing in front of Emperor Yuan to seek death.
After all, there was a young man who was weaker than himself by his side. Emperor Yuan fought bravely against the enemy, and he actually developed such a soul-stirring pride at this moment of life and death.
His body was suddenly pushed, Emperor Yuan took a wrong step, and the next moment he heard the muffled sound of the sword piercing into the flesh.
He slightly tightened his grip on the sword, raised the sword again, and wrestled together the two men in black who were dealing with the young man.
When the candles in the room were brightly lit, all the men in black had been killed. Even if there were a few seriously injured survivors, they all bit the poison in their mouths and committed suicide at the last moment.
Emperor Yuan immediately went to help the young man beside him: "Yan Ge, where are you hurt?"
After saying that, he was slightly dazed, the jade crown on Yange's head had been broken, and her black hair was draped over her shoulders. She, who was originally feminine, looked like a woman at this moment.
Yan Ge made Emperor Yuan a little strange and at a loss, but it was only for a moment.
Yan Ge covered his bleeding chest with one hand, and supported Emperor Yuan's hand with the other so that he would not fall down: "The wound is not deep, and there is poison on the sword."
The words fell into a faint.
The sword was poisoned, not only Yange, but several hidden guards of Emperor Yuan were also poisoned because of the sword wound.
The poison was so strong that it seemed that it wanted Emperor Yuan to die.
Seeing Yan Ge fainted in his arms, Emperor Yuan hurriedly took out the detoxification pill he had brought with him and fed it into Yan Ge's mouth: "Go back to the palace immediately and tell the imperial doctor to be on standby."
It was already the second day when Yan Ge woke up.
She looked at the bright yellow curtains around her, how could she not know where she was at the moment.
Chicken Cub twittered in her mind: "The emperor saw those scars on your body, and he even touched your body with his hands. Could it be that he already likes you?"
Ji Zai's happy voice almost didn't say "this mission was completed too easily".
Love is not just as easy as "like".
The host Minglan has fought in the battlefield for many years, and her body is covered with various scars. I don't know if Emperor Yuan will doubt her identity after seeing her wounds.
Yan Ge's chest was wrapped in gauze, and the wound that was pulled at the slightest movement was extremely painful. She snorted, and someone came to her bedside immediately: "Are you awake?"
It was Emperor Yuan, who was reviewing the memorial on the table beside him, and immediately sat beside the bed when he heard the noise.
Yan Ge asked blankly, "What place is this?"
Her eyes fell on Emperor Yuan, and her face was stunned for a moment.
Although Emperor Yuan wore ordinary clothes for home use, the textures on his clothes were all five-clawed golden dragons, and his ordinary clothes were bright yellow that only emperors were qualified to wear.
Emperor Yuan followed Yange's eyes and saw the dragon embroidery on his own clothes. He lowered his head slightly and looked at Yange again.
Ji Zai: This darling of heaven looks like that.
Yan Ge: Like mentally retarded!
Ji Zai: I don't think he's mentally handicapped, but I don't think he's a powerful person favored by heaven.
Yange: I'm talking about you
(end of this chapter)