This white energy is extraordinary, as long as it is hit, the viscera will be broken and you will die.
Murong Cheng watched the white energy attack like lightning, his eyes widened, full of fear and despair, and thought: My life is over.
At this critical moment, another white energy struck from the side, hitting the assassin's energy. In this way, the assassin's energy turned to one side and hit the wall.
As for Murong Cheng, he rolled his eyes and fainted.
"Father Emperor"
Murong Chang, who had just walked to the main hall, heard the screams in the hall, and rushed over immediately.
Seeing her father fainting, she felt anxious and angrily ordered: "Yuanxiu, take him down!"
The person who blocked the assassin's vigor just now was Yuan Xiu. She is Princess Zhaohua's close maid, and her martial arts skills are excellent. Even Meng Yi, the commander of the imperial guards with outstanding martial arts skills, could not defeat her within a hundred moves, which shows her high martial arts skills.
Princess Zhaohua went out to play in the palace for half a year, the world is treacherous, the world is dangerous, and the people are unpredictable. If there is no Yuan Xiu around to protect her, she has already had an accident and cannot return to the capital.
At the moment, Yuan Xiu and the assassin fought in the spacious emperor's bedroom.
Murong Chang supported Murong Cheng to lie down, and called anxiously: "Father, father!"
The guards outside heard the sound and rushed in to escort them.
Seeing the failure, the assassin felt remorseful and unwilling, grabbed a long knife from the guard, and stabbed at Yuanxiu viciously.
Yuan Xiu quickly dodged it, took a long knife from a guard, and charged forward.
There was a clanking sound, the blades hit each other, and silver light splashed everywhere.
Yuan Xiu didn't expect the assassin's martial arts to be so powerful, so he didn't dare to take him lightly, and tried his best to take him down.
The assassin grabs a guard, throws the guard at her, and takes the opportunity to sprint to the ledge, then leaps out.
Yuan Xiu immediately chased after him, but saw that the assassin was stopped by people outside.
To be precise, someone waited a moment outside the window for the assassin.
As soon as the assassin landed, he was about to fly to the top of the temple when he saw a person standing in front of him.
That person was wearing a black golden embroidered python robe, with a tall figure, standing tall between the heaven and the earth, luxurious and domineering, with an outstanding aura, there is no one in the world who can compare with him. His black jade-like pupils were radiant, like the cold autumn water, the icy light was breathtaking.
It was Murong Yu.
When Murong Ci arrived, he saw exactly this scene: Murong Yu confronted the assassin.
Since she was standing on the assassin's side, the assassin suddenly ran towards her, but in an instant, he grabbed her by the throat and pinched her life.
She earned it symbolically and didn't want to expose more.
Murong Yu's snowy face suddenly turned cold, but the world-swallowing pupils seemed to swallow everything.
"Don't worry about me, catch the assassin," Murong Ci raised his voice.
"Shut up," the assassin sternly said, exerting more force on the cold fingers that clasped her throat.
On this scorching summer day, Murong Ci's limbs were cold and his neck was in severe pain, as if his neck bone was about to be crushed.
Those fingers were like vicious little snakes, pouring shade and viciousness into her jade-like skin.
At this time, the guards rushed over, holding a big knife and not daring to move rashly.
Murong Yu stepped forward, but the assassin held her tightly and dragged her back step by step, "Don't come over or I'll break his neck right away"
He stopped, and Feng Guangjiyue said: "It's better to turn around, it's easier to escape when you're on this king's side."
Murong Ci secretly wondered what kind of trick he wanted to play
He doesn't seem to have any intention of saving himself, he really doesn't care about his own life or death
The assassin sternly shouted: "You go!"
He walked slowly towards them, but kept a distance from them.
While the assassin dragged her to the north, she winked at Murong Yu and made a strong wink, but he was indifferent and ignored it.
Murong Ci grinds his teeth in anger, damn Murong Yu
Is it not that easy to take the opportunity to kill her
The assassin dragged her back, Murong Yu gave a clear smile, like a beautiful little yellow flower blooming in the snowy field, standing gracefully and swaying in the wind and snow.
he was laughing
Murong Ci was so angry that he nearly vomited blood, but he also knew that from his standpoint, he wished that she would die at the assassin's hands right now.
The assassin was very vigilant, while pulling her back, he paid attention to Murong Yu's movements.
"Either you take His Highness away and be captured by this King; or you put His Highness down, and this King will never chase after you."
Murong Yu spoke calmly, as if he was talking about something as big as a sesame seed.
The assassin didn't quite believe his words, his brows were dark and cold, thoughtful.
Murong Ci suddenly bent his elbows, and slammed into the assassin Murong Yu behind him fiercely, wanting her to die, she could only save herself.
The assassin felt the pain, and was shocked for a moment. He instinctively slapped her on the back of the vest.
At the same time, Murong Yu unleashed a burst of white energy, and charged at the assassin with lightning speed.
Murong Ci got hit with a palm, and she fell limply to the ground. She has good lightness kungfu to dodge, but under the watchful eyes of everyone, she can only play the role of the idiot prince.
That qi is full of profound internal force, it is impossible for the assassin to dodge after he succeeds, so he can only accept it forcefully. The assassin's viscera were completely shattered, and the severe pain was overwhelming, and it was even more impossible to use lightness kung fu to escape.
The guards rushed forward, several large knives resting on the assassin's neck.
Mu
Rong Yu strode forward, knelt down and hugged His Highness. But she stubbornly pushed his hand away, and said breathlessly: "You don't need to be hypocritical."
The assassin's palm was quite powerful, she suffered internal injuries, and it may take ten days and a half months to recover.
"If the king had been slower just now, His Highness would have died at the hands of the assassin. You should thank the king."
He whispered in a low voice, mixed with the warm and masculine breath of Chen Shuixiang, covering her unscrupulously.
Murong Ci struggled to stand up by himself, but was hugged by his side forcefully.
"Let go" she glared at him angrily, her soft lips were extremely white.
"Being watched by everyone, Your Highness should be more peaceful." Murong Yu hugged her domineeringly, feeling the beauty of the soft and fragrant soft jade, "It's better to go back to the East Palace"
"I'm going to see Father." She gritted her teeth secretly, the pain in her viscera came and went, grinding her mind.
Following the regent's order, the guards detained the assassin in a palace and guarded it heavily.
Liu An came in a hurry and commanded the messy Qingyuan Hall.
The assassin sneaked into the Qingyuan Palace and disguised himself as an internal servant. He was naturally to blame and was busy inside and outside.
When the scene of Yu Wang embracing the hot eyes of the prince appeared in front of many palace people, most of the palace people were stunned, as if they were struck by lightning. Then, the palace servants either turned their heads or lowered their heads, not daring to look any further.
Murong Ci was angry and embarrassed, and pushed Murong Yu away forcefully.
However, he still did not let go, his long arms locked her body like steel.
"Don't let go yet." She furrowed her eyebrows in anger, and her cheeks were stained with a thin blush.
"His Royal Highness was injured, and I cannot absolve myself of the responsibility, so I should escort you." Murong Yu said grandly.
She was grinding her teeth again, no, sharpening her knife.
In the dormitory, Murong Chang was sitting on the side of the bed and guarding his father. When he heard the footsteps, he turned his head to look, but he was stunned. His beautiful eyes widened. What are the king and the prince's brother doing
Why is Yu Wang hugging the prince brother like this
Their posture is so weird no matter how you look at it.
"Brother Prince, lord, you" she blinked her beautiful eyes, very puzzled.
"Ben Gong was wounded by the assassin." This time, Murong Ci couldn't care less and pushed him away.
He let go of the situation and asked the servant beside him, "How is your Majesty?"
Murong Ci rushed to the dragon couch, anxiously said: "Father Emperor"
Murong Cheng's eyes were closed, his face was calm, his face was pale, and he was still awake.
And Yuan Shun, who was seriously injured, had been carried to Tai Hospital by the servants for medical treatment.
Master Shen, the envoy of the Imperial Hospital, hurried over and treated Murong Cheng.
Just now when the assassin made an assassination, Emperor Murong Cheng of Beiyan was overwhelmed with shock and passed out, there is no serious problem.
Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, Murong Chang's eyes showed a fierce look, and he said coldly: "That assassin dared to assassinate the father, he should be beheaded for public display"
Murong Yu said seriously: "Perhaps the assassin has an accomplice, and this king has sent an order to capture the assassin's accomplice."
Murong Chang stared at him with tactful and fascinated eyes, that radiant light bursting like star blossoms.
"My lord, behead that assassin immediately." She woke up, her beautiful eyes filled with hatred for the assassin.
"No." His voice was cold.
"Why not?" She was puzzled, but she didn't expect him to object.
"How can the assassin die so easily?" Murong Ci was quite speechless. Is the imperial girl's mind full of weeds? "Why did the assassin assassinate the father, what intention did the assassin have, how many accomplices, etc., interrogate It’s not too late to kill after you’ve figured it out.”
Murong Chang nodded clearly, she was indeed negligent.
Assassins can kill at any time, but they must be interrogated clearly.
Murong resigned: "Imperial sister, you accompany father, I go to interrogate the assassin."
Murong Chang nodded in agreement, and suddenly saw that Yu Wang was about to leave, so he hurried to pull his robes, "Your Majesty"
Murong Yu turned half of her body, and pulled out the sleeves in her hands without any trace, "The princess still has something to do."
She stared at him, her beautiful eyes were misty and wet, and she pleaded weakly and pitifully: "I am afraid that the prince can accompany me."
His side face is like a jade, like a cliff with sharp edges and corners, stern and full of masculine flavor, charming the soul.
"The king has something else to do."
After the words fell, he strode away without any regrets.
She was dumbfounded, he ignored her request
She had begged him humbly, but he refused
Murong Chang was trembling with anger, there was nothing he could do, that's all, his father was assassinated today, maybe he really had something important to do.
Murong Ci stood in the corridor of the hall, summoned a guard and asked, "Where is the assassin detained?"
Visceral organs are still so painful.
Hot and cold sweat came out together, soaking the robe.
The guard was about to answer, but saw Yu Wang coming from behind His Highness waving his hand, so he didn't say anything.
She turned around, saw him without accident, and walked away.
Murong Yu held her wrist and walked straight to the east side hall, "Your Highness is injured, it's not too late to interrogate the assassin later."
"Where are you taking me?"
Murong Ci couldn't shake off his hands, and his viscera hurt even more with anger.