Zhao Ji learned with great interest, and Zhang Shixun taught him everything he knew without reservation.

Zhao Ji immediately shifted his attention and concentrated on learning musical notation with Zhang Shixun.

The room was quiet, and Li Shishi, Ding Dusai and others were listening attentively.

Suddenly, there was a commotion downstairs.

Zhang Shixun thought to himself, here it comes.

Soon, a loud shout rang out from the second floor: "Who are you? Stop!"

These should be the guards brought by Zhao Ji.

"Grandpa is a Liangshan hero, Li Kui, the Black Whirlwind. Look out for the axe!"

"I am the hero of Liangshan, the Flower Monk Lu Zhishen, bring your weapons!"

There was only the sound of weapons colliding, mixed with curses and cries of pain, and the second floor suddenly became chaotic.

"Bang!" The door of the attic was kicked open and a man rushed in.

"Official, hurry up, there's an assassin!"

Zhao Ji shuddered, "Gao Qiu, stop talking nonsense. Where did the assassin come from in the capital?"

"There are two gangsters carrying weapons. They have come all the way from the gate to this building. The guards can't resist them. Your Majesty, please leave quickly." Gao Qiu was so anxious that his face turned red.

When Zhang Shixun heard that the person opposite him was Gao Qiu, he couldn't help but look at him.

Gao Qiu was probably in his fifties, with a strong body and a round, chubby face that looked very similar to Gao Yanei.

"Sir, this is bad!" Two more people rushed in, one with a fair face and no beard, and the other with yellow hair and beard.

The white-faced, beardless man shrieked, "Master...Master, assassins are coming in."

The man with yellow hair and beard shouted in a trembling voice: "Official, run quickly."

"Liang Shicheng, Wang Fu, where...where do you want me to run?" Although Zhao Ji was helped to stand up by Gao Qiu, his legs were weak and his upper and lower teeth were chattering, making a "clacking" sound.