Chapter 301 Assassination

Coming so fast!

There was a flash of panic in Qingsong's eyes. He quickly took out a firework ball from his arms and threw it into the air. The smoke instantly dispersed in the air.

The man in black quickly attacked the green pine in front of the carriage.

Wen Zhiheng slowly took out a shining long sword from the box of the carriage, opened the curtain, tapped the front of the carriage with his toes, leaped up, with his clothes flying, and rushed towards the men in black.

There were many men in black, and even if Wen Zhiheng and Qingsong were fighting against each other, they were outnumbered.

Qingsong saw that the black-clad men's attack was too fierce and their people had not arrived yet, so he estimated that they had been blocked halfway.

Now, he had been stabbed twice.

He gritted his teeth and endured the pain, stabbed a man in black, kicked him away, and shouted loudly.

"Master, Qingsong will protect you, run away!"

Wen Zhiheng wielded his sword and responded calmly.

“They won’t let me escape.”

He thought to himself that with today's assassination and this situation, they would not stop until he was killed.

His body was covered in blood, and he had killed five or six men in black, but he was still holding on.

Bright red blood flowed down his arm, staining his palms stickily.

Suddenly, another group of men in black surrounded them from all sides.

They had ghostly figures and extremely strong martial arts skills. In just a few moments, a dozen of them killed all the men in black who had previously attempted to assassinate Wen Zhiheng, leaving no one alive.

Seeing this, Qingsong smiled, took a breath, and relaxed completely.

Fortunately, Grandpa finally survived.

Wen Zhiheng, injured, bowed respectfully to the leader.

"Thank you for saving my life."

The man in black saluted him.

"Mr. Prime Minister, you are our master, no need to thank me."

Wen Zhiheng asked doubtfully.

"Owner?"

"Last autumn, we followed the orders of our boss and hid by your side to protect you."

Wen Zhiheng was deeply touched.

"well…"

Last autumn?

When she left the palace for Wonju, she had already arranged for someone to be by his side.

He only knew that Chen Shiyi had a guard team trained by Fudan University, and later she sent that guard team to Kyoto to protect Pei Luoshu's safety.

I didn’t expect I have it too.

Although there were only a dozen people, they saved his life at the critical moment.

This is already very good, he is very satisfied.

Pei Luoshu was shocked to learn that Wen Zhiheng was assassinated in Kyoto.

He hurriedly selected a hundred men from the imperial guards to guard outside the prime minister's residence, and ordered the Kyoto government to thoroughly investigate the assassination and find out the person behind it, so as to reassure the officials in the court.

Suddenly, people in Kyoto were in a panic, and common people tried to stay at home and did not dare to go out on the streets.

In Yu's study, Pei Luoshu was sitting behind the desk when Yue Zhi walked in.

"His Majesty."

"Has she written yet?"

"yes."

Yue Zhi delivered Chen Shiyi's letter to Pei Luoshu.

Pei Luoshu raised the corner of his mouth and opened the letter.

In the letter, Chen Shiyi told him that money makes the world go round. She made rapid progress. Schools in various places had been built and students were enrolled. Papermaking workshops were being built in various places and were in full swing. More and more students came to Fengmingshan Academy to study...

Pei Luoshu was very happy to see so many achievements. Whatever Eleven wanted to do was always so good.

Finally, she left a message.

"A Luo, when will you return?"

The smile on Pei Luoshu's face gradually turned into sighs.

As his attack methods became increasingly tougher, the aristocratic families suffered successive defeats, and the disputes in the court became more and more intense. Now, they had begun to blatantly assassinate Wen Zhiheng in Kyoto, the most prosperous imperial city, right under his nose.

If she came to Kyoto, a den of tigers and wolves, he was afraid that he would not be able to protect her.

It’s better to stay in Qingzhou first, at least it’s safer there.

After receiving Pei Luoshu's message, Chen Shiyi was silent for a while.

Fu Da hasn't been going out recently. He's been resting in the yard to recuperate.

"What's wrong? Something happened in Kyoto?"

Chen Shiyi frowned.

"He is having a hard time in the court. The more I do, the greater the resistance from the noble families will be, and the greater the resistance he will encounter."

Fu Da lay in the rocking chair and closed his eyes.

"Let the men fight over the affairs of the court. You just stay in Qingzhou and make sure you are safe so that he doesn't have to worry about you."

Chen Shiyi nodded.

"You are right."

Then she couldn't help but ask again.

"Qi Lan's hand was broken by you last time. It hasn't even been two months and you're picking fights with others again. Are you addicted to getting hurt?"

"You don't understand. The fight between the strong and the mutual respect between the strong are rare to come across once in a lifetime."

Chen Shiyi was too lazy to care about him and prepared to go look for Wen Zhirou. However, there was a big padlock hanging on the door of her house. She must have gone somewhere with Doctor Chu again and might not come back for ten days or half a month.

She has already planted the seeds of what she is about to do, and they have taken root and sprouted. She is just waiting for them to experience wind and rain, absorb the sunshine and dew, and gradually grow and shine.

She is free.

She can't be idle, or she'll get into trouble.

Later, she went to ask Mrs. Situ to teach her how to sew leather bags. Although she was not very good at sewing, she still worked hard to learn.

She began to imitate Ping'er's daily routine, playing with him at night and sleeping during the day. However, within a few days, she became extremely haggard.

Fu Dazhi said that she had nothing to do.

Gradually, she and Ping'er had a chance to touch each other.

At the time of Yin and Mao, she got up early and he went to bed late.

During that time, she always took him to Fengming Mountain.

It was because Ping'er asked Chen Shiyi what the autumn dew in the book looked like, but he had never seen it before.

She and he, wearing heavy clothes, waited for the moment when the wild flowers bloomed and watched the dewdrops dripping on the tips of green grass leaves.

Gradually, Ping'er held on until she and she saw the sky turn pale.

All the insects were asleep, and the occasional chirping of a cricket or two made the two of them very excited.

Sometimes the two of them would lie on the grass, quietly waiting for dawn.

Ping'er couldn't wait every time.

Chen Shiyi shook him awake, but he seemed to have never woken up.

However, recently, Ping'er's condition has been getting better and better.

Slowly, I can persist in that bright red that bursts out at the moment when the sky and earth meet after the sky turns pale.

Ping'er was carried down the mountain by her. Her thin body lay softly on her back. She bent her waist slightly, thinking about what it would be like if she had a child.

He should be as sensible and obedient as Rui'er before, with a sweet mouth and the ability to coax others; he should be like Ping'er, extremely intelligent, strong and unyielding, and he never felt that there was anything wrong in the face of illness.

He said that the night was too lonely and had no one to accompany him, so he wanted to be the night's best friend and that he and the night liked each other.