I'm still so majestic

The blade reflects moonlight, exuding a chill in the silent night.

But when he was about to stab into the heart of the master, he was suddenly blocked.

The assassin was startled, and quickly backed away with a flip of his wrist. The person on the couch was faster than him, and flitted around behind him.The assassin held the dagger and swung it back. Before the blade could get close, he heard a chuckle next to his ear, and his wrist was lightened. The pain hit him, and he couldn't help letting go.

With a crisp sound, the dagger fell to the ground.

At the same time as the sound sounded, the oil lamp was lit, and the hall suddenly lit up.

Yan Ji sat at the table, raised the end of his eyes: "Assassin?"

Xie Wenzhuo stood behind him, smiling softly.

The assassin gritted his teeth and took a step back calmly. As soon as he moved, he suddenly felt a few acupuncture points on his body as if being pricked by needles. Then his calf suddenly went numb, and he knelt down uncontrollably. .

A trace of despair flashed in his eyes, he closed his eyes, raised his head, and looked like he wanted to die.

Yan Ji glanced at him with some interest, and then looked at Xie Wenzhuo: "Although kung fu is good, but now he can't move his mouth and can't say anything. It's really boring. I'll change it next time."

Xie Wenzhuo smiled kindly: "Yes."

Yan Ji held his chin: "This person looks tough, but I don't know how long such a person can last under Lin Yin's hands?"

The assassin's pupils shrank unconsciously,

Lin Yin, the Minister of Dali Temple, used cruel and cold-blooded torture methods, which were appalling.When the first emperor was assassinated and the assassin was captured, he was tortured in the Ministry of Punishment for a month without uttering a single word, and in the end he couldn't survive three days in Lin Yin's hands.

The real can't live, can't die, the cruelest torture.

The assassin looked at Yan Ji, who was sitting on the couch, with a playful smile on his mouth, peach blossom eyes lightly slanted, and cinnabar moles at the corners of his eyes were clearly colored, with the appearance of the lake and water, but deep down, one could see the chill in his heart at a glance.

There was a trace of panic in his eyes.

Seeing the change in the assassin's eyes, Yan Ji suddenly felt bored, and waved his hand, "Take care of him and send him to Lin Yin. As long as he can ask something, he can do whatever he wants."

Xie Wenzhuo nodded, whistled, and the sound rang out. Several people dressed as secret guards quickly walked in outside the hall, stepped forward to clean up the hidden poison in the assassin's mouth, folded his wrists after being knocked out, and pulled out a knife. The embarrassing corpses of death row prisoners were left in place, coming and going at an extremely fast speed.

Looking at it, Yan Ji not only sighed in his heart for the professionalism of the secret guards who killed people and robbed them.

When they left, Yan Ji narrowed his eyes: "Although it is a test, but only sent one person here, my Uncle Wang thinks highly of me."

"His ability cannot match his ambition." Xie Wenzhuo smiled and handed him a cup of peach blossom tea.

"A person who is conceited and has no self-knowledge, but I have to accompany him to act." Yan Ji took the cup: "I want to see what he will look like when he is at the end of his life in the future."

After drinking the tea, Yan Ji turned his head, saw that the time was about the same, and nodded to Shao He.

Shao He understood, took a deep breath, stretched out his hand to mess up his clothes a little, ran towards the door staggeringly, and said in a panicked voice, "Come here, there are assassins, there are assassins!"

The silent Miyagi soon became noisy, and the lights outside were brightly lit.

Yan Ji got up and went back to lie down on the couch. Hearing the voices outside getting closer and closer, she smiled softly.

……

The news of Emperor Qinghe's assassination spread to all the officials' residences that night.

The emperor was seriously ill and was in a coma for half a month earlier. He had just recovered from the serious illness and hadn't recovered yet. Now he was frightened again. Even after passing out of coma, the high fever persisted.

The officials did not dare to be negligent, and in the middle of the night, they dressed and washed and went to the Xuanjing Hall to ask for an audience. They happened to meet the imperial physician Zheng who had come out of the hall, and came forward to inquire. The old imperial physician sighed, said nothing, and hurried away with the medicine box.

All the ministers looked at each other and waited with their heads down. Soon, they smelled a strong smell of medicine. Shao He came out with a tired expression: "Your Majesty is still in a coma, and there should be no movement outside. My lords, please go back."

So I feel more uneasy.

One day, news came from Miyagi that the emperor had lost his fever and just woke up in the morning.

Yan Zhou was the first to enter the palace and waited outside the Xuanjing Hall. After waiting for two hours, he was summoned. He walked into the inner hall and saw Emperor Qinghe leaning on the couch with a pale face. Seeing him coming in, he called weakly. : "Uncle Wang."

His peach blossom eyes were stained with water, his voice trembled slightly, and he was soft and stubborn, no different from the boy who looked at him aggrieved when he was sick.

Yan Zhou stepped forward: "Your Majesty, do you feel uncomfortable?"

Yan Ji shook his head, ruthlessly pinched his thigh with the hand hidden under the quilt, and his eyes turned red instantly: "Last night, last night, an assassin suddenly entered the palace with a dagger, if the Taifu didn't notice it Come here, I, I..."

As he spoke, his eyes turned red again.

Yan Zhou heard that he was so flustered that even I forgot to use it, his heart relaxed, his face was full of concern, and his voice softened: "Don't be afraid, Uncle Wang is here, and will protect His Majesty no matter what."

Yan Ji hummed, and looked over with wet eyes, full of trust.

Yan Zhou looked at his appearance, and his expression became more relaxed. After a long while, his voice was filled with emotion: "I still remember that many years ago, I also had such a look... At that time, Your Majesty was ill, and the late emperor was not around. When I passed by, Your Majesty went Holding on to the minister, I don't want to let go no matter what."

Yan Ji naturally remembered this experience.

If it wasn't for this, he wouldn't have believed in the two kings of Yan and Zhou so foolishly.

Simply black history.

Yan Ji was a little upset, but he still had to play with Yan Zhou, smiled and lowered his head, in Yan Zhou's eyes, it became an embarrassment that he tried his best to cover up.

An imperceptible smile appeared on Yan Zhou's face.

Even if the new emperor looked very powerful at the banquet before, so what, at this time, can't he just show a fragile posture and rely on himself pitifully?

On the surface, it looks deep and elusive, but in fact it is soft and vulnerable.

He lowered his head, looked at Yanji's hands unconsciously grabbing the corner of his clothes, and the fragility and panic that he tried hard to conceal, and then thought about the dependence and trust he had seen from the young man's eyes before, and felt the fear he had for him before. It's ridiculous.

To achieve such a level of acting, people who have been in the ups and downs for decades may not be able to do it. How can a 16-year-old who is used to it be able to control it.

It is unfounded.

Yan Zhou was completely relieved, with the kindness of an elder on his face, he said a lot of comforting words, and calmly brainwashed Yan Ji - you should trust me, I am the only one who can protect you.

This kind of talk was originally a joke in Yan Ji's heart. Yan Zhou said it once or twice, but if he said too much, Yan Ji's bear child got angry, and he didn't want to make him happy.

So the bad thoughts are just around the corner.

When Yan Zhou bowed his head again and said in an extremely warm tone that Uncle Wang would accompany and protect you, Yan Ji tilted his head and spoke with an innocent smile.

"However, Uncle Wang's attainments in martial arts are also very weak. How can we protect him? I'm also afraid of hurting Uncle Wang."

Yan Zhou: "..."

Yan Zhou's elation instantly turned into embarrassment.

Yan Ji looked at him with a pair of water-stained peach blossom eyes, the mole of tears became more and more distinct under the pale face, and with a soft expression, he looked pitiful and sincere.

Yan Zhou took a deep breath, tried his best to make the smile on his face less embarrassing, and said softly: "Your Majesty doesn't need to think too much, as long as I still have my life, I will swear to protect His Majesty to the death."

Ouch hello.

Great my uncle.

Yan Ji tried her best to look more sincere: "I know in my heart that what Uncle Wang said... Even if Uncle Wang can't protect me, I am very happy."

Yan Zhou: "..."

Yan Zhou felt that he could no longer maintain the gentle expression on his face.

Yan Ji finally felt relieved, and looked at him with innocent eyes.

Yan Zhou took a deep breath, retracted his slightly distorted expression, and opened his mouth again: "I heard what Eunuch Shao said last night, and it sounded very sinister. This assassin is really bold, really hateful."

Yan Ji stretched out his hand and pinched the inside of his thigh again, his eyes turned red, and his expression panicked.

"The assassin is dead now, and death is not a pity." Yan Zhou comforted him and patted him on the back: "But there must be someone else behind this matter. Your Majesty should make the portrait of the assassin public. Maybe someone has seen him before. This is also a clue."

"What Uncle Wang said is true, but..." Yan Ji bowed his head: "But the assassin was afraid of dragging out the people behind him, so he scratched his face with a dagger before he realized that he was defeated by the Taifu, so he couldn't tell the difference."

"So it's also very scheming." Yan Zhou's eyes flickered: "But it's okay, after this time, other thoughtful people must not dare to act rashly again... Your Majesty was frightened and had a high fever, so you must pay more attention in the future. "

Yan Ji nodded, "Uncle Wang is worried."

A bit of self-reproach and annoyance appeared on Yan Zhou's face: "It's not a worry, after all, Uncle Wang ignored the late emperor's entrustment and failed to protect you."

"Don't blame Uncle Wang."

Yan Zhou was completely relieved, and then looked at his pale face: "I am relieved to see that your majesty is not hindered, so I will take my leave first, and send someone to bring some warm things over. Your majesty should pay attention to rest and take care of your body. It's good."

Yan Ji hummed in a low voice, watched him salute and turned to leave, relaxed and leaned back, listening to the approaching footsteps behind, the corners of his mouth curled up: "Look, I knew it, he must have such a reaction."

The footsteps stopped, and Xie Wenzhuo stood behind him: "Indeed."

Yan Ji turned to look at him, and raised his eyebrows: "Teacher, how did you feel that I was just a weak little white flower, silly and sweet?"

Hearing this, Xie Wenzhuo smiled even more in his eyes, he didn't answer, and smiled in a low voice.

"Yan Zhou will definitely send someone to investigate that corpse in the future. It was just a slap in the face, and you can deal with it later." Yan Ji said: "Since many things have already started, let's have fun, and we will definitely..."

He laughed and slowly opened his mouth: "It's more interesting."

Behind him, Xie Wenzhuo lowered his head, his gaze rested on the tear mole at the corner of his eye for a moment, the corner of his mouth curled up in a warm arc, and he responded.