Without his orders, Ying Er and the others would never leave their posts without permission, so these people are not his!
"Who!" Cuihuan, who was resting in the outer hall, apparently also woke up when he heard the movement, and couldn't help shouting loudly.
Nan Xun opened his eyes in a daze, and after seeing Yan Han, he rubbed his neck with peace of mind, "Brother Han, why haven't you slept yet?"
"Yoyao, there are assassins outside, stay here and don't move!" Yan Han said in a deep voice, quickly took the mask and put it on, then drew his sword and flew out.
Nan Xun was jolted and instantly sobered up.
"Xiao Ba Xiao Ba! Did Yan Moyu send someone to kill me?" Nan Xun asked Xiao Ba quickly.
Xiaoba said, "Yeah, the emperor is on your bed, and there is no one but the virtuous king."
"Damn, scumbag, I just expressed my love not long ago, and it's only been so long before I'm going to kill me."
Xiao Ba hehe, "Isn't this what you expected?"
Nan Xun: "No, I can't just stay here, I want to go out and help Brother Han to kill the enemy."
Xiao Ba rubbed his goosebumps, "You can pull it down, you definitely didn't go out to help him."
Nan Xun: "Help him, but by the way, let the mask on his face fall off, and then play a heart-piercing annual drama."
Hachi: …
In the courtyard, Yan Han and Cuihuan fought fiercely with those people.
When Nan Xun saw the clothes on those people, he couldn't help being surprised. These people didn't wear night clothes or masks, but they were dressed as inner guards!
Are they themselves the inside guards that the sage king placed in the inner guards, or did these people kill this group of inner guards without a trace, and then changed into the clothes of the inner guards
No matter what kind it is, it is indeed amazing that King Xian can do so unknowingly.
There were about ten people coming. They thought it would be very easy to kill a concubine in a cold palace, but they obviously didn't expect that in a cold palace, there were actually two masters lurking in it.
Especially this man wearing a silver mask, his moves are fierce and fierce, but in the blink of an eye, two or three people have already been killed.
"Brother Han, let me help you!" Nan Xun shouted and stabbed with his sword.
Yan Han's expression changed, and he scolded angrily: "Go back quickly! Don't make trouble!"
As soon as he was distracted, he was slashed in the arm.
Nan Xun's eyes turned red, and he wanted to rush over, but when he thought that he was indeed the worst in martial arts among the three, it was neither backward nor backward.
But those "guards" saw the importance of Nanxun to Yanhan. They separated a few people to entangle Yanhan and Cuihuan, and the rest rushed towards Nanxun.
Yan Han opened his eyes, pierced the throat of one of them with a sword, slammed into the chest of the other with a foot, and then swept away in the direction of Nan Xun, rushing to pull Nan Xun behind him before the assassin.
Nan Xun was dragged into a stagger by him, so he obediently hid on top of him, and chatted with Xiaoba: "Is it so useless as I see it? The Qin family's swordsmanship is very good, even if my internal strength is not as good as theirs, I can resist a dozen or so moves. Is it possible?"
Xiaoba: "Don't be cheap and be good, isn't this the result you want, if the big boss doesn't come, how can you take the opportunity to take off the mask on his face?"
At first, Nan Xun hid behind Yan Han. When someone wanted to attack this side, she raised her sword to block a few moves. Later, Yan Han was really worried about her, so she took the man into her arms and fought against the assassin with one hand.
His martial arts are strong, and even if he fought against the enemy with one hand, he did not lose the wind, but Cuihuan, although he killed three assassins in a row, he had already been scratched several times.
Seeing that the assassin was about to be cleaned up, just when Yan Han held Nan Xun in a big spin and narrowly avoided a move, Nan Xun's arm was raised inadvertently, and the mask was slapped off Yan Han's face with a snap. .
The world seems to stand still at this moment.
Nan Xun looked at the face she had seen and hated several times, and she was dumbfounded.
Everything happened so fast, so unexpected, Yan Han's eyes suddenly opened, and his figure was also stiff. He didn't dare to look into Nan Xun's eyes, for fear of seeing what he was most afraid to see from inside.
Suddenly, he groaned, and the assassin swung a knife while he was flashing, almost cutting off most of his arm.
Yan Han loosened his arms, Nan Xun fell out of his arms, and then took two steps backwards.
"Yoyao, listen to me." Yan Han wanted to go forward, but the assassin raised his knife and slashed over. He was annoyed, and the move in his hand was several times sharper than before, and the sword slashed directly from the assassin's forehead. Come down, almost split the person in half, and then another assassin was directly pierced by him in the chest.
The corpse of the assassin was lying on the ground in the yard, the pungent bloody smell diffused from the tip of the nose, and the man who had just finished the fierce battle gasped lightly.
Cuihuan staggered to Nan Xun, and looked at Yan Han with her with a shocked expression.
The mask on Yan Han's face fell off, revealing his true face, which was the tyrant Yan Mohan who was often mentioned by the master and servant Nan Xun.
"Shake, I… I didn't mean to—"
"Don't come here!" Nan Xun shouted suddenly, looking at him with extremely unfamiliar eyes.
Yan Mohan was stabbed by such eyes.
"Yaoyao, listen to my explanation, I didn't mean to hide it from you, I..." Yan Mohan's lowered hand clenched into a fist. , he realized that all the words he had prepared before were useless.
When he met Qin Buyao's hatred eyes, he couldn't say a single excuse.
His original intention was indeed to play with this woman, but now... He loves her, but she wouldn't believe it if he said it, and even he himself thought it was ridiculous.
Nan Xun staggered to him and tried her best to hold back her impending collapse. She pointed the long sword in her hand straight at the other party, and she jumped out almost word for word, "Yan Mohan, your acting skills are amazing. So good, why don't you go to the troupe to sing?"
"You can't kill me, so you come to play with my feelings?"
"No, shake, it's not like that..."
Nan Xun sneered. The laugh was uglier than crying. "Yes, your goal has been achieved. I was deceived by you, and I lost myself and lost my heart. Are you very proud now?"
"What kind of trick are you playing with these assassins now? Do you want me to be more committed to you?" Said, the woman's mocking eyes passed over Yan Mohan's bleeding arm, and there was no more distress in her eyes. .
She giggled, and suddenly said coldly: "Yan Mohan, let me tell you, the heart that I took out by Qin Buyao can be taken back and stuffed into it, or if it can't be stuffed in, I will chop it up and swallow it myself! "