Ning Yi smiled and said nothing, from Feng Zhiwei's perspective, he could only see a glint of gloomy light in his slightly drooping eyes.
After chatting and laughing for a while, they dispersed. Feng Zhiwei sent them out of the hospital, and was about to breathe a sigh of relief to thank Shao Ning for not having any moths, when suddenly there was a commotion in the front yard, and someone shouted "There are assassins!" Come.
Feng Zhiwei's heart tightened, all the princes looked at each other, and rushed away faster than her.
A group of people in the front yard was fighting lively, and the guards of various houses were wearing various brocade clothes, and they were besieging two masked men in gray clothes, and the two men were ghostly in shape, rushing from left to right, with long swords in their hands pointing east and west, with a cold light shining Suddenly, someone could not help but splattered blood on the spot, and staggered out.
Feng Zhiwei looked at it for a while, but saw the problem.
One of the assassins had no target at all, and he didn't even want to kill. With a long sword in his hand, he greeted each guard's left shoulder, and none of them slipped through the net.
Seeing that he was about to break out of the assassin's encirclement, suddenly a figure flew over, holding a huge thing in his left hand in mid-air, flying precariously, looking carefully, it turned out to be a large blue and white porcelain used for planting water lilies in Feng Zhiwei's front yard cylinder.
The man was holding the big splashing vat, he jumped crookedly over the crowd who were fighting vigorously, raised his hand and smashed it, water lilies flew wildly, and the assassins were suddenly doused by the water, subconsciously covered their eyes and swung their swords back, smashing the vat But the person has already passed through the vat, raised his hand and slashed his sword, and the cold light crossed over!
"Crack!"
When the two swords intersected, the light of the swords pierced through like sunlight, each swung and touched each other, and blood burst out!
The three each pierced a hole in the other's left shoulder.
The assassin swayed and disappeared behind the smoke, and the two ran away in two directions.
The person who smashed the vat stayed where he was, covering his shoulders and taking a breath, Feng Zhiwei recognized it for a while before he recognized Ning Yi's bodyguard, who seemed to be called Ning Cheng.
He only heard him looking at the direction where the assassin was going, and said viciously: "Sima Guang smashed the vat, Sima smashed the vat!"
Feng Zhiwei was silent, thinking that Sima Guang's smashing of the vat was a legend passed down from Dacheng, but no one ever knew who Sima Guang was. Only Empress Shenying said six hundred years ago that he was a demolitionist.
In the chaos, all the princes were a little uneasy. While arranging guards to chase after them, they hurriedly bid farewell to Feng Zhiwei. Feng Zhiwei sent them out of the house one by one, and looked in the direction of the imperial city, with a heavy dark look in their eyes.
That night, the sudden sound of horseshoes broke the silence of Tianjie.
When the sky was about to dawn, the son of King Huzhuo rang the court drum outside the palace gate, and the heavy drum sound broke through the hazy clouds and opened up the deep blue dawn in the sky.
The sound of the rumbling drum disturbed most of the capital city. This drum was set up outside the palace gate by Emperor Tiansheng at the beginning of the founding of the People's Republic of China, and was used by courtiers and common people who were burdened with strange injustices, to show that civil affairs are like the sky, and the world is fair.
It's just that the threshold is too high, and ordinary cases can't meet the "extraordinary injustice".
"Huzhuo's millions of subjects worshiped under the seat of Emperor Tiansheng. Now there is Huzhuo Feipeng's guard Dazar. He was imprisoned in the Ministry of Criminal Justice for breaking the criminal law, but he was poisoned by the prince of the current dynasty. He was deeply wronged and the culprit was free. The twelve tribes of Huzhuo vowed not to live and die with this beast, and now begging the emperor, hoping to use the ambition of sages to track down the evildoers and pay me Huzhuo's wrong, let me know!"
Under the huge drum, the Huzhuo people in dark green rimmed robes and white cloth on their heads beat the drum vigorously, their sleeves fluttering, revealing their strong arms.
The dawn breaks through the clouds, the palace gates are opened for the first time, and it is the first time in the dynasty that there is a kowtow in front of the palace, and the identity of the complainant is unusual.
The sun is like a sharp sword passing over the thousand layers of jade steps, and the Han Baishi Square seems to be floating in the clouds. In a pale white mist, a person in a dark green long dress, with white jade on his forehead, holds the corpse with both hands, and comes proudly.
Carry the corpse to the temple!
All the courtiers in the hall were shocked, and Qiqi cast their eyes over.
Sitting on the seat of the Emperor of Heaven, his face was very ugly.
The man walked all the way, with his hands stretched out slightly, holding a stiff corpse horizontally, covered in the mist of the morning glow, and the wind was blowing, he didn't care about the supreme place in the world, how shocking this move was.
The guards in front of the hall blocked with a horizontal gun, and shouted: "How can you be so presumptuous in front of the emperor? Get back quickly!"
With a sound of "cha", thousands of guns were like a forest, forming an abyss with an iron wall.
"You are not allowed to bring corpses to the temple, are you?" The man in the mist raised his head and smiled mockingly, then put the corpse down.
Everyone just breathed a sigh of relief, relieved that the usually domineering prince finally obeyed the law for a while.
That person suddenly shot like lightning!
He stretched out a hand as hard as steel, inserted it into the heart of the corpse, cut open the corpse with his fingers, and quickly pulled out a piece of liver!
The long-tasseled guards on both sides of the jade steps, who were used to bloody scenes, all changed their colors and softened their hands. With a "clang", a young guard who had just entered the long-tached guards dropped his golden gun in shock.
"You are not allowed to bring the dead body. I have evidence of being poisoned. This time it should be done, right?" .
"Xuan!"
The long sound of the announcement seemed to fall from the sky, and the man was happy and fearless, and went straight to the Golden Palace with his liver.
"Your Majesty!" As soon as he entered the hall, he went straight to his seat, and before the gift was finished, he showed the liver, "Your subjects were innocent victims, and here is the liver of the suffering master! The poisoned liver is blue in color. Hei! If Your Majesty doesn't believe it, you might as well invite the Imperial Hospital to have a test!"
The princes and generals were better off, and all the courtiers backed away showing vomiting. The man turned around and smiled at them sarcastically.
Feng Zhiwei, who was at the end of the bachelor's class, could now clearly see the appearance of the son of King Huzhuo who has recently gained a lot of fame in the imperial capital.
Tall, with thick eyebrows and sharp eyebrows, the light honey-colored skin in the open skirt is moist and radiant, but not as radiant as his peculiar eyes, which are amber and rich like wine when viewed from the front, but faintly shimmering purple when viewed from the side The light, turning sideways under the sun, dazzles like colorful gemstones.
His facial features, at first glance, are not very delicate, but once there are movements and expressions, they immediately fly like a dance, reminiscent of the undulating grass tips in the golden sunlight of the Wanli Grassland.
The son of King Hu Zhuo, He Lianzheng.
When he looked back, Feng Zhiwei raised his head, and his eyes met. He Lianzheng looked into a pair of eyes that seemed misty and distant, with curiosity and doubt, but no fear or disgust.