"Bang!"
The next second, a dozen guards in the backyard vomited blood and fell to the ground at the same time. Blood splashed three feet for a while, and the entire backyard was filled with a strong and pungent smell of blood.
The maid with sparse eyebrows and dull eyes suddenly shouted in a cold voice: "Close the door! Show yourself!"
"yes!"
The next second, the big iron gate in the backyard was shut with a bang. The dozen or so maidservants and slaves who had been respectful just now were already holding weapons in their hands, surrounding Lu Zhishan and Du Heng. Stop, the tip of the sword is pointed directly at the two of them.
"Prince Ningjun, it seems that you may not be able to make it to the enthronement ceremony tomorrow," the maid with sparse eyebrows and light eyes sneered, looking down at Lu Zhishan, "You think you killed Prince Gong and Bao Prince Huai has been imprisoned and Prince Bao has been driven away. Now this position is yours? Haha, you are also thinking blindly. How can a child born of a humble woman be worthy of this supreme position? Prince Huai is the true and legitimate prince! This is the rightful place for Prince Ning, don’t you think so?”
Lu Zhishan said calmly: "You are not from Prince Huai's palace."
The maid was startled, and then she laughed even harder: "So what if it's not the case? We, Cao Jie, are here to do justice for Heaven!"
"Cao Jie?" Lu Zhishan smiled sarcastically, looking around at the assassins, and finally his eyes fell on the face of the leading maid, and said slowly, "How could Cao Jie sneak into the palace, put the prince under house arrest, and poison the imperial guards? ability?"
"Boom! Boom!"
The iron door was smashed with a clanking sound, harsh and urgent, which was obviously the arrival of reinforcements.
"Prince Ning Jun is indeed extremely intelligent, but it's a pity that a smart man like Prince Ning can be so smart at times," the maid sneered, while glancing at the shaking iron door, she suddenly felt cold. He lowered his face and said to his subordinates, "Do it! Kill Lu Zhishan on the spot!"
"Yes!" The next second, a group of servants roared and rushed towards Lu Zhishan and Du Heng.
Since returning from southern Xinjiang, Du Heng hasn't used a sword for a long time. He can't even remember the last time he drew a sword to kill. However, this precious sword never leaves his body. No matter how busy he is every day, he will draw it out. He spent half an hour carefully wiping a knife. This knife had become an inseparable part of his body since Lu Zhishan gave it to him thirty years ago.
As for the sword, he had always used a knife, but he always carried a sword with him. It was the sword that Lu Zhishan always kept with him. However, after he was injured in the southern border, Lu Zhishan did not like to touch any iron weapons anymore. Du Heng knew that he was discouraged and didn't say anything, but he felt it was a pity in his heart. From then on, he kept carrying the sword close to his body, not out of any intention, but just thinking about when Lu Zhishan would want to use the sword. As long as he followed him, he could immediately hand it over to Lu Zhishan. However, he did not expect that after twelve years, the sword would be unsheathed again at this time and on this occasion.
"Du Heng, do you still remember what I told you when we first went to the battlefield?" Lu Zhishan said to Du Heng in a slow voice while he quickly deflected the steel knife that came in front of him and pierced the man's throat with the sharp sword. .
"Remember!" Du Heng waved the sword in his hand, the sound was like a bell, and he was full of pride, "The yellow sand will wear the golden armor in a hundred battles, and the Loulan will not be returned until it is broken!"
Lu Zhishan suddenly pulled out the sharp sword from the corpse, blood splattered on his head and face, and the tip of the sword pointed at the other thief.