The Immortal Monarch Xia was deceived

The hearts of all the guests were shocked, and they all focused their attention on the kidnapped prince.

The prince's face was pale, and it seemed that apart from the shock of being held hostage, there was no other suspicious place.

The soldiers of the imperial army surrounded the assassin in a circle, and the swords and sharp weapons gleamed coldly. If they did not advance, they would not retreat.

"Is this what His Royal Highness did?"

"But what does this mean?"

If King Linyuan did it with the intention of killing the crown prince and the third prince Yang Nianyuan who was ahead of him in order to become the crown prince himself, the dignitaries in the court would not be surprised.

But if it was changed to the prince, the dignitaries would be greatly puzzled.

He has already taken the position of prince, and it will be his turn to inherit the throne when the sage rides a crane to become a fairy, so why bother?

Once the matter is exposed, it may be abolished.

There are countless heirs of the emperor, and only a few came today, and some of them are dragon sons and grandsons who can succeed to the throne.

Besides, wasn't the prince himself held hostage by an assassin?

The assassin hijacked several dragon sons to confront the imperial army, refusing to give in to each other.

There was a sneer in the corner of Qi Yin's mouth: "Since you don't let people go, everyone don't leave. If your highnesses are accidentally injured, I will be dismissed from office and demoted back to Shuofang if I don't do my best."

"But if I let you go, I can't afford this big crime."

The guests were silent but complained constantly.

She obviously said this on purpose.

He was born as a relative of the governor of the Forbidden Army, and he is in the same family as King Linyuan.

She wished that the prince and Yang Nianyuan would die at the hands of assassins.

If this matter has nothing to do with King Linyuan, then the crown prince and the third prince have some problems, and it is King Linyuan who will benefit in the end.

The Imperial Army didn't move and didn't let people go, in fact, it was the assassin's plan to kill these dragon sons in a panic.

A good trick to kill two birds with one stone.

Where is it to save people.

The imperial army surrounded the assassin, approaching slowly step by step.

The dignitaries saw it, but no one came out to speak, they only planned to watch the fire from the other side.

As long as the assassin was not sent by King Linyuan, regardless of whether it was done by the prince or not, the winner is King Linyuan.

Governor Qi did this, and the crown prince and several princes died at the hands of assassins. At most, she would be punished for her ineffectiveness.

When King Linyuan takes the position of crown prince, not only will she be reinstated, but she will also be promoted to a noble.

What's more, there is a national teacher with real power standing aside.

He and Linyuan Wang went to Wushan together.

None of the people present could figure out the direction of the wind in the temple in the future.

The imperial army continued to press on step by step, the cold spears were shining brightly, and the encirclement became smaller and smaller.

"Hahahahahaha."

A burst of cold and strange laughter broke the fragile tranquility.

The assassin holding the crown prince put down his white blade.

The truth hidden under the water surfaced.

Although the emperor was old and frail, the dragon sons in the palace were not very old, and the eldest son of the concubine was just passed away.

Now the most favored concubine, the concubine, thinks every day to give birth to a dragon son, to add another dragon son to the sixty-year-old emperor.

The prince, who stands at thirty, is an upright man in his prime, in his prime in spring and autumn.

Because of taking the elixir of time, he still looks like a handsome young man.

He is the crown prince of a country, with a gentle and personable temperament, and he is full of righteousness.

At this time, he looked up to the sky and laughed, his eyes were blood red and his face was as pale as paper. He was so ferocious that he didn't look like a human being, like a vicious demon incarnated into a human being.

"Fourth brother," he lowered his head slowly, staring fiercely at King Linyuan with his terrifying eyes full of crimson bloodshot eyes, as if he wanted to cut him into pieces with his gaze like a knife.

"I'm curious, how did you find out. And how..."

The rough voice paused slightly: "Escaped?"

***

The smoke full of passion and fragrance lingers in the ambiguously lit house.

The red silk is fluttering, the light gauze is scattered all over the place, telling everywhere about the confusion that happened just now.

His pale muscles and bones were covered with bloodstains, and his body was stained with filth.

There was a sudden panic noise outside, and the door was knocked hastily.

The national teacher fled in panic after falling into trouble, and King Linyuan slowly got up to untie the red silk.

After getting dressed, he was about to go to the hall to see what was going on. When he opened the door, the candles flickered in the corridor, and there was no sound.

As soon as he took a step, the candlelight flickered a little, Yang Wentuo's footsteps turned instantly, and he suddenly turned sideways to avoid the silent stabbing blade behind him.

assassin?

The masked man in black missed a single blow, and the hyperbolic microbend suddenly exerted force again, and the thin and sharp cold light came in a flash with a low whistling sound.

A voiceless sneer leaked from the corner of his thin lips, and he didn't expect someone to play tricks in front of him.

The light footsteps retreated again, silently and swiftly like lightning, bringing out an afterimage.

His slender and powerful pale fingers turned into claws, elusive like a ghost's hand. He pinched the assassin's wrist veins with his backhand at an extremely tricky angle, and then bent his knees and raised his legs, only to hear the crisp sound of cracking joints. At some point, the sharp blade was in the hands of the assassination target.

Yang Wentuo slightly bent his eyebrows and eyes, which were carved like jade, and a threatening cold light flashed in his clear eyes.

"Who sent you here?"

Qingyin's smile covered up the sound of the wind breaking through the air as the blade swiped sharply.

The assassin was defeated and hurriedly turned around in an attempt to escape.

Yang Wentuo glanced sideways at the direction of the hall, his eyes were slightly cold, and he followed the assassin to the other end of the corridor lightly on his toes.

Out of the arch of the promenade, the stars are hanging down and the moon is pouring into the river outside. The evening mist on the mirror-like lake reflects the stars, and the water and the sky meet.

The deck was empty, and the assassin had long since disappeared.

Diving away?

He took a step forward to check the side of the ship, but suddenly felt a slight dizziness, the scene in front of him was shaking, and after a few breaths, the scene in front of him changed instantly.

This place is obviously not the deck where it was just now.

Another magical power?

Chi Si did it?

Or other immortals?

Yang Wentuo narrowed his eyes slightly, carefully observing the surrounding scenery.

With the help of the faint candlelight, one can vaguely make out what seems to be a room.The walls were not painted, and the gray-black bricks and tiles squeezed out dark black cracks, like spider webs trapping prey.

There is no window and no door in the room, it seems to be a secret room.

A chuckle and a slight sigh.

Assassination, secret room, should be his forte, but he didn't expect to meet him this time.