Variety Film and Television: Starting from the Legend of Zhen Huan

"Sister-in-law went to deliver food to my brother and father again. Can you take Qier to have a look? I haven't seen my father for several days."

Mo Lan touched Sister Qi's head. If it was correct, Zhao Zongquan should have been assassinated today.

"Sister Qi, be good. It's not peaceful outside right now. Just stay at home and I'll bring you some cakes from Fuyuanzhai."

Although Sister Qi was reluctant to give up after hearing Mo Lan's words, she didn't bother her anymore, "Then I want Fuyuanzhai's Zaohua Cake."

"Listen to Sister Qi."

After saying that, Mo Lan held the lunch box in his hand and prepared to leave. Qingshan and Zaiyue were affected by the atmosphere of the Zhao family these days and were quite nervous. In addition, coupled with Chang Feng's instructions before leaving, they couldn't take their eyes off Mo for a moment. orchid.

After leaving the Zhao Mansion, Mo Lan sent Yun Cai to Fuyuanzhai to buy jujube cakes.

It has been planned for several days, and Qingshan and Zaiyue are enough. As for Yun Cai, she is just a weak woman, and she will only be treated as a target.

After Zhao Zongquan and Zhao Ceying talked things over, they sat in the rice field and discussed the future.

For some reason, Zhao Zongquan always felt a little uneasy in his heart. The unsteadiness was engraved in his bones, and he always felt that something would come to his door.

"Mo'er is here." Zhao Ceying waved twice when she saw Mo Lan submerged in the golden rice fields.

"Today, my mother made her best Wufu cakes and shepherd's purse soup. Father, husband, please use some quickly."

Zhao Ceying lifted the straw hat on her head and covered Mo Lan's head, "It's out in the sun, so I'll make do with it first."

"They're all tanned." Mo Lan spread the food on the ground and muttered as she looked into Zhao Ceying's eyes.

Zhao Zongquan couldn't help but be satisfied when he saw the couple being so harmonious and thinking about who his son was fighting for.

Mo Lan: "There is also the freshly chilled sour plum soup, which is the most refreshing and delicious."

The harsh sunlight covers the endless rice fields, which is a good time for the family to have fun together.

Murderous intent suddenly appeared in the rice fields, and the sound of footsteps approached little by little.

More than a dozen assassins suddenly showed up and ran towards Zhao Zongquan.

"Master, be careful." The guards who were originally guarding the rice fields surrounded several people.

Zhao Ceying held an iron sword with a cold light in her hand, guarding Zhao Zongquan, "Father! There is an assassin!"

Zhao Zongquan's expression was extremely ugly. There were so many assassins who seemed to want to kill both father and son.

Then there were several screams, and crossbow arrows penetrated the chests of several guards.

The crossbow arrow was like a bolt of lightning, passing over the left side of Zhao Ceying's face, and then penetrated deeply into the tree trunk, making a dull and shocking "click" sound.

"Wuyan, protect father, Qingshan and Zaiyue, you will never leave my wife."

After Zhao Ceying said the last words, he signaled General Yan Xiaohe and the remaining guards to rush forward.

There was no way to retreat. If he retreated, his father and wife would both die. It was better to fight hard and find a way out.

Qingshan gave Mo Lan the second sword hidden in his waist for self-defense.

After all, there were many people and the three assassins attacked at the same time. Zhao Ceying held three swords on one sword and slashed down hard.

The palms and shoulders were covered with hideous blood marks.

Next to him, General Xiao He and the remaining guards were fighting in a stalemate.

A burst of cold light was particularly obvious under the sunlight. Mo Lan's lithe figure moved. He held the handle of the knife and thrust it down. Blood spattered Mo Lan's hand, and the assassin fell straight back.

Suddenly, Zhao Ceying's hand was light, and he immediately relaxed his strength. The tip of the sword passed through the sky, obviously it was much easier to deal with the two people.

Rolling in the air, the tip of the sword landed on the assassin again.

"Mo'er, are you okay?"

After Zhao Ceying dealt with the two of them, he held the "frightened" Mo Lan in his arms, his hands full of blood, "Let's go, it's not suitable to stay here for a long time. Let's go back with our father first."

The assassin who was injured by Mo Lan earlier used his sword to prop up his body and stabbed forward.

Mo Lan threw Zhao Ceying to the ground, and the tip of the sword scratched Mo Lan's back. It didn't hurt, but it was a little itchy.

Immediately, the pain started to burn, and I felt that the assassin was really useless. If it was a stab, I might as well stab it harder. Now such a small injury that was not painful or itchy was embarrassing.

Mo Lan didn't think much about it. She fainted first and then talked about it. Since she was injured, she had to go through a process.

Zhao Ceying's mind went blank. He raised his eyes from the blood stains on Mo Lan's back. His fingers trembled slightly. He let his instinctive reaction go and he slashed forward with the knife.

It was obvious that the assassin was aiming for his life. If Mo'er hadn't knocked him down at that time, the sword might have pierced his chest.

This life cannot be guaranteed.

A large number of people rushed to the rice fields. One of the guards went back to spread the news to ask for reinforcements. Suddenly, the assassins fled in all directions.

Zhao Ceying's face was particularly stern, "Keep him alive, let me interrogate you carefully, and then take a doctor to the mansion."

The wound did not hurt the inside. The outer layer of skin was severely scratched open. He knew that her Mo'er loved beauty and was extremely beautiful. Such a wound...

He should have brought more people with him.

At the same time, there was a bit of hatred in their eyes. These assassins were well-trained and should have come for the official's orders.

As expected, it was the actions of those powerful clans in the capital.

If you come here for the first time, there will definitely be a second time and a third time.

Do they have to keep on guard? By the time that person sat on the throne, it was too late.

Can't sit still.

In that case, he went to Beijing, took a preemptive strike, and sued him in front of the emperor, completely dragging him down.

Since he doesn't want him to live a peaceful life, then he doesn't want to live in peace either.