The Fallen God Concubine who became a doomed king

late at night.

A group of men in black jumped into the North Palace, bowed their waists and slowly surrounded Zuo Qian's room.

The leading hidden guard stopped in front of the window, and stretched out his hand to signal the others to ambush.

Carefully opened the window, the wood creaked, awakening Zuo Qian who was sleeping.

"Who 1

Zuo Qian keenly got up from the bed and looked out the window through the moonlight.

Seeing this, the man in black quickly waved his hand, smashed open the window and jumped in, drew out his long sword and immediately stabbed Zuo Qian.

Zuo Qian's eyes widened, he stepped back to avoid the sharp blade, and picked up the weapon beside the bed to block the attack.

But there were too many people in black, and Zuo Qian was gradually lost. He glanced at the men in black who surrounded him, gritted his teeth and rushed out of the way, towards the master's dormitory.

"Master! There are assassins 1

Wen Nu, who was meditating, opened his eyes suddenly, pushed the door and rushed towards the direction of the sound.

Seeing the newly recruited disciple being hunted down by a group of men in black, he frowned slightly, stretched out his hand and summoned the Guanyin Sword, and stepped forward to fight with the man in black.

Seeing this, the head of the dark guard signaled the others to retreat with his eyes. Within a moment, only Wen Nu and Zuo Qian were left in the courtyard.

Zuo Qian covered his injured arm, and called out weakly with a pale face: "Master..."

Wen Nu put away the Avalokitesvara sword, stepped forward to hold his arm, saw the bleeding wound on it, frowned, and led him back to the bedroom.

"Sit down." After letting him sit on the stool, he went to find the medicine box and filled him with medicine.

The golden sore medicine was poured on the wound, Zuo Qian's face became even paler, he sucked in the cold air with trembling lips, and asked in a trembling voice: "Master, Master, what's going on with those men in black..."

Wen Nu concentrated on wrapping him in gauze, and shook his head when he heard the words: "I don't know as a teacher, but don't worry, you stay here today, and tomorrow the venerable will go to His Majesty to ask."

"Zu lives here...?" Zuo Qian murmured in a low voice, stunned by the huge surprise, and sat still in a daze.

Wen Nu waved his hand in front of him suspiciously. Seeing his dull expression, he thought he was frightened by the group of men in black just now. He packed up the medicine box and brought a new quilt to spread on the couch in the side hall.

"Okay, you rest here and don't move the wound."

After leaving a word, he went back to the inner hall, bent down and washed his hands, and continued to sit on the bed and meditate cross-legged.

Once you close your eyes, your whole body will be immersed in the moonlight, continuously absorbing the essence of the sun and the moon, but the smoke from the incense burner will also flow into your body, blocking the spiritual power from running.

Outside the hall, Zuo Qian came back to his senses, saw the empty main hall, got up in a low voice and walked slowly towards the side hall, and peeked in when he passed the inner hall.

Master sat beside the bed, glowing white light all over his body, his slightly dozing eyes softened the alienation during the day.

"Master..." Zuo Qian's eyes gradually became blurred and obsessed, and when he heard his own voice, he hurriedly covered his mouth and ran to the side hall, then lay down on the bed in fear, uncontrollably recalling the scene just now.

On the other side, Tai Chi Palace.

The second dark guard knelt on the ground on one knee, and told his master emotionlessly.

"Back to Master, Zuo Qian was brought back to the bedroom by the Fallen Angel, and he hasn't come out yet."

The tyrant squinted his eyes and said condescendingly, "Really? Well done, let's go down and receive the reward."

"Yes." The dark guard clasped his fists and retreated.

The faint smile on Gu Yu's face dissipated, and he returned to his expressionless face, the brush in his hand cracked in two.

Glancing at the untouched pen holder, he threw it away in disgust, and flung his sleeve to hide his blood-dripping hand.

The plan went well, but he was very annoyed, and the violence in his heart was about to stop.

Even if he closes his eyes, his mind is full of scenes of Fallen Angel and Zuo Qian sleeping on the same bed.

Besides, the Fallen Angel's sleeping posture is rough, I don't know if it will be the same as last time, when he fell asleep, he rolled into Zuo Qian's arms.