I'm still so majestic

The group of assassins who came here obviously did a lot of things like killing people in the dark and windy night, and they didn't obey the saying that the villain died because of talking too much, and started to do it directly.

Xie Wenzhuo held the sword to protect Yan Ji behind him, and forced the attacking assassin back.

After a stick of incense, the long sword in Xie Wenzhuo's hand was covered with blood, and there were countless corpses on the ground, but the number of assassins surrounding them continued to hide from all sides, with bloodthirsty and cold eyes, and Yan Ji It's been different every time I've been assassinated before.

dead man.

It was originally Yun Muzhi's trump card to guard against Yun Muyi.

Late at night, the wind gradually became louder.

There was a strong smell of blood in the hall.

Xie Wenzhuo cut the attacking assassin under the sword again. When the sword fell, blood was splashed everywhere. Occasionally, a few points passed by Xie Wenzhuo and touched Yanji's cheek. It was warm for a moment, and instantly became cold in the night wind.

Too many people.

Yan Ji knew that no matter how powerful Xie Wenzhuo was, he was still no match for the large number of opponents. However, there was so much commotion here, but the Imperial City Guards didn't respond at all. Presumably, they were tampered with in advance, probably not before the fifth watch. coming.

There are still about two sticks of incense before the fifth watch.

The further you go, the more difficult it is.

Thinking of this, Yan Ji frowned, and found that there were more men in black in front of him than before, the coldness in their eyes was even more cruel, and the moves of his subordinates became more fierce, attacking Xie Wenzhuo from three directions.

Normally, it would not be a problem for Xie Wenzhuo to dodge easily, but now to protect Yanji, he turned his wrist straight up, and after the cold light of Venus passed, there was a little more scarlet on the ground, but at the same time, Yanji saw Xie Wenzhuo. Wen Zhuo's wrist trembled imperceptibly.

But this was just the beginning, the assassin didn't give Xie Wenzhuo any time to catch his breath, and quickly surrounded him, Xie Wenzhuo gradually became unable to take care of him, there was a gap on the left side, the assassin seized the opportunity and stabbed over with his sword, the blade was cold and cold, for a moment It was reflected in Yan Ji's eyes.

Xie Wenzhuo didn't have time to fight back, his pupils shrank suddenly, Yan Ji looked at it coldly, and retreated when the tip of the sword reached his eyes, the next second, there was a roar in his ear, Er Gouzi rushed over, stretched out his paws, and his eyes were suddenly scarlet.

It stood in front of Yan Ji, its hair was stained with blood, and it let out a low growl from its throat.

Noticing Yan Ji's sight, Er Gouzi's ears trembled, his paws rose and fell, and cooperated with Xie Wenzhuo to form an unbreakable protective circle.

With its help, Xie Wenzhuo had room to breathe and recover, and his men could do anything with ease.

There were more and more corpses piled up on the ground, and the outside gradually lit up. Yan Ji glanced out the window, feeling inexplicably uneasy.

This feeling was quickly confirmed. After the attacker was beheaded by Xie Wenzhuo again, the assassins didn't all go forward, half of them stayed and continued to besiege them, and the other half quickly retreated outside.

Yan Ji took a look and straightened up suddenly: "Wen Qing! Tangtang!!"

The direction the man in black is going is the little prince's bedroom!

Xie Wenzhuo's expression froze, and the speed of his subordinates suddenly accelerated, but there were too many men in black left behind, and they continued to attack, and they were unable to do so. Yan Ji looked anxious, and patted Er Gouzi's head: "Wen Qing , take care of yourself."

After finishing the words, he turned around and rushed out of the little prince's bedroom.Er Gouzi followed closely behind him, waving his claws to protect him and went in together. As soon as he entered the door, he saw Shao He huddled in a corner, holding the little prince in one hand, and waving a long knife in the other.

Goudan made an attacking gesture beside them, and when the man in black approached, he jumped up and bit the assassin's throat.

Yan Ji leaned over and hugged the little prince: "How is it?"

"It's okay." Shao He was obviously scared, his voice was trembling, but he still held the knife tightly in his hand, and looked at Yan Ji with dissatisfaction: "Your Majesty, it's too dangerous here, you really shouldn't leave too far." Fu Taiyuan."

Probably the image of Yanji as a weak chicken is too deep-rooted.

Yan Ji was not annoyed, raised his eyebrows, and waved his right hand. Before Shao He could see clearly, the assassin in front of him fell down, with a thin bloodstain on his neck.

Shao He was dumbfounded, and quickly realized that this was not the time to be distracted, and started to swing the knife again. While waving, he looked towards Yan Ji, and found that the latter's eyes were cold, and there was no panic at all from the beginning to the end.

It's not the same as him who is at a loss.

Scarlet vines on the ground.

Not long after, a bell rang faintly.

It's five o'clock.

The sound of the armor of the imperial guards walking could be heard outside the hall, and there was a light spot of torches in the distance.

The man in black also heard the sound from outside, and the attack suddenly accelerated, and he was determined to die without rest, completely ignoring his own life, and raised his sword to face the sword and slashed down. Yan Ji held the dagger to block it, and suddenly heard a crisp sound in his ear, In a blink of an eye, Shao He stood there with a pale face, his wrist trembling, and the knife had already fallen to the ground.

He lost his weapon, and the assassin behind him raised his sword again.

Yan Ji hurriedly pulled him behind her, without Shao He, the assassin quickly approached, Yan Ji clenched the dagger tightly, the person in front of him didn't dodge, a strange smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he looked at the little prince in his arms.

His heart skipped a beat, and he subconsciously hugged the little prince to avoid it. His wrist suddenly hurt, and a man dressed as a shadow guard appeared beside him, and he stretched out his hand and grabbed the little prince.

Yan Ji gritted his teeth and did not let go: "Er Gouzi!"

Er Gouzi stretched out his claws and slapped the person in front of him away, roared, and rushed towards him quickly, as if the person had no intention of competing with him for the little prince, he let go of his hand.The little prince landed firmly in Yan Ji's arms again. He looked down and suddenly smelled a strong fragrance.

The smell is very strong, and it came from the little prince's hair.

Yan Ji came back to his senses, and suddenly stretched out his hand to cover his mouth and nose, but it was too late, his eyes gradually became blurred, his body lost strength and leaned forward, Er Gouzi was startled, straightened up and wanted to support Yan Ji, the assassin in front of him But faster than him, he quickly reached out and slashed Yan Ji's neck hard when he was struggling.

After the pain.

It was completely dark in front of my eyes.

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I opened my eyes again, and the surroundings were dark, I couldn't see my fingers, it was cold and damp.

Yan Ji sat up, poked his fingers, and touched something that seemed to be a wall. He supported the wall and stood up, feeling that he should be in a... small dark room.

Can't see anything, Yan Ji paused, and quickly figured out his situation, he must have been brought here by Yun Muzhi's people now, Yun Muzhi won't kill him so early, it's expected , I just don't know what he wants to do.

Could it be that he wants to use himself as a bargaining chip to make He Ji retreat?

This is ridiculous.

Thinking of this, Yan Ji suddenly calmed down, sat down again, and said in a steady voice, "I worked so hard to bring me here, don't you plan to come out?"

There was silence all around.

Yan Ji waited for a long time, and seeing that there was still no answer, he finally believed that there was indeed no one else here.

He stood up again, groped around along the wall, walked in the dark for a long time, finally touched the door, touched it carefully, and was taken aback for a moment.

Three locks.

So suddenly he was annoyed and laughed.

It's so dark that you can't see anything, and even one lock may not be able to be opened, and three locks are coming directly. Isn't this a bit too much?

Yan Ji didn't make a fearless struggle at all, and went back to the original place and sat back.

They come, the security.

He wanted to see what Yun Muzhi wanted to do.

Five days later.

Yan Ji sat there, too idle, lowering his head and touching the Buddhist beads on his wrist to pass the time.

To be honest, he was really not in a hurry, with He Ji's conquest outside and Xie Wenzhuo's help inside, even if he was not around, Da Qi would not be in a mess.

So the past few days have been more and more lazy.

Yan Ji smiled. Up to now, he has almost figured out what Yun Muzhi meant. It was nothing more than using claustrophobic methods to disturb his mind, and it would be better to drive him to collapse. After dinner, no one came again.

It's not that such a method is not good, ordinary people really can't stand it, but Yan Ji...

I have suffered more frightening hardships than this, so would I still be afraid of them?

Yan Ji smiled lazily, stretched out his hand to check, and found that the person who delivered the food today hadn't come yet.

Did Yun Muzhi want to starve him to death?

Yan Ji is not afraid, Xie Wenzhuo will find him before he is starved to death, he still believes in this.

Suddenly there were some inaudible subtle sounds outside the door, not like footsteps, not like whispers, but some small rubbing sounds, and the sound of pouring fire oil...

Wait, kerosene? !

Yan Ji paused, and at the same time, the smell of kerosene penetrated into his nostrils. Immediately afterwards, a flame lit up in the dark with thick smoke, stained with kerosene, and spread around in an instant.

Fire, raging fire.

It was as dazzling as the scene in Xuanjing Palace back then.

Yan Ji's heart shrank suddenly, and he seemed to return to that night in an instant. He stood in the fire and looked out in despair. He couldn't move, he couldn't escape. Skin, eventually grinding his whole life into ashes.

After so many years, he finally struggled to get out of that fire, but now, the surrounding flames have come back, scorching hot and raging.

What will he do?

What should he do!

Yanji was flustered and flustered, but his face was calmer than usual, his eyes were calm, he just sat there, watching the flames creeping up from under the door with a blank expression, slowly approaching him, slowly Yes, slowly...

When the man opened the door one meter away, the water that was overturned was completely wiped out.

And just as the fire stopped, a slightly deep voice sounded behind him.

"In the past, I heard that Daqi's cold-tempered Emperor Qinghe was afraid of fire all his life. Now it seems that it is true."

The man lit the lamp, and a face that had been hated for many generations was reflected in the dim light, and he turned his eyes and smiled.

"Long time no see, Yanji, Yan Wangzhi."