Chapter 8 A Group of Fives Dining

There was a gasp in the crowd. Jiang Zhiyu knelt straight, seemingly not feeling the danger behind him at all. Jiang Zhaorong's eyes were red with anger. The word "zhi" had already come out of his mouth, and then he paused as if he had been acupunctured.

Jiang Zhiyu looked back and saw Lan Yan's soft palm tightly wrapped around the fist of Marquis Anle, with blood oozing from the corner of her mouth.

Jiang Zhiyu seemed to be frightened, and stepped back in panic. Her scattered hair just blocked the corner of her raised mouth.

It's done!

Lan Yan was exposed. Even if she didn't die under the fist of Marquis Anle, she would definitely be seriously injured and taken to the sky prison.

After all, impersonating a palace maid is not a minor crime. Once you are in the prison, even Xiao Yanli can't rescue you!

She leaned against the pillar, watching the fight between Anle Hou and Lan Yan with great interest, regretting that there were no melon seeds. What a real fight scene, isn't it better than the entertainment?

Anle Hou's fist was as stiff as steel, wrapped in bursts of wind, and smashed violently, from top to bottom, directly hitting Lan Yan's vitals.

Lan Yan's strength was not as good as his, but he was agile and could still maneuver.

Because they were too close to the emperor, the guards had already set up their bows and arrows, but no one dared to shoot. They could only watch the two figures collide fiercely in the air. Every move was extremely fierce, and every swing could tear the air and make a sharp whistling sound.

Anlehou's eyes were red, and he had obviously recognized Lan Yan as the real murderer. Every punch he threw was full of murderous intent.

Lan Yan panted and begged. While blocking Anlehou, she was also observing the route. It was definitely not a solution to just block him. If she couldn't find a chance to leave, she would definitely die here!

She raised her eyes over Anlehou's shoulder and saw Lu Daizong who was protected by the guards.

She retracted her palm, and when Marquis Anle swung a punch at her, she not only did not block it, but also deliberately met it with force. Marquis Anle, realizing something was wrong, was dazed for a moment and subconsciously retracted his strength, but in just such a blink of an eye, Lan Yan had already met his force, flew into the circle of guards, with the dagger against Lu Daizong's neck.

"Damn, old thing." Lan Yan spat out a mouthful of blood: "You were very ruthless, but I don't know if your son has such good skills."

Anle Hou took a deep breath: "What do you want?"

"Let me go." Lan Yan's dagger approached Lu Daizong and made a shallow cut on his neck, blood oozing out: "I won't give you time to think, I'm taking him away now, you hesitate for a second, and he will bleed for one more second."

[You are so crazy, you are so powerful, if you can get away today, I will lose, I wasted so much energy and still let you run away, how can I survive if it gets out? ]

Jiang Zhiyu looked at the emperor, she didn't have any hope in that son-control father.

[You still don't care about her even though she has become a palace maid? If you let her run away, she will come back with a different face one day, and stand by your bed while you sleep, and scare you to death. 】

The emperor suddenly felt a chill from behind.

His eyes fell on Jiang Zhiyu, and his face looked a little strange. He was not as wary of supernatural powers as the rumors in the market said. On the contrary, as the prince nurtured by the late emperor, he also believed in these things.

But he was different from the late emperor. Compared with the old and confused late emperor, he could still think and know what kind of people were really capable and what kind of people were just filling in the gaps.

But in the past ten years since he ascended the throne, he had only met people who were just filling in the gaps. Over time, he no longer believed them.

But what he heard now was quite interesting.

Jiang Zhiyu didn't know what the emperor was thinking. He just saw him looking at him, and the two of them just stared at each other blankly.

Even though the assassin had his son as a hostage, with the emperor here, even if Anle Hou had ten guts, he wouldn't dare to directly ask for his release. He could only kneel on the ground and beg the emperor.

The emperor also knew how important his son was to Anle Hou, but the assassin absolutely couldn't be released. However, he was not afraid of the scene that Jiang Zhiyu had in mind, because the guards of the palace were not vegetarians.

If the assassin was let go, it would be difficult to get to the bottom of the matter.

He didn't believe that this assassin dared to be so bold as to become a palace lady without anyone's instructions.

The emperor's scrutinizing eyes swept over everyone, and finally stopped on Jiang Zhiyu.

Why couldn't he hear what everyone was thinking? It would also save him from continuing to guess.

Jiang Zhiyu, who was caught off guard and looked at him again: ...

[Big brother, why do you keep looking at me? So many people are waiting for you to express your opinion! ]

Lan Yan's dagger was getting closer and closer, and Lu Daizong was bleeding more and more, but the emperor still did not express his opinion. Anle Hou prayed, and anger rose in his heart.

He made great contributions to Tianqi, but in the end, he couldn't even save his own son? !

The emperor coughed lightly and helped him up personally: "What are you talking about, my dear minister? I watched Daizong grow up, how could I abandon him?"

He waved his hand, and the guards who were waiting with bows instantly lost their strength and retreated to the side.

Lan Yan breathed a sigh of relief, but still tensed his nerves and retreated step by step.

[A bunch of useless snacks, they are useless! ]

Jiang Zhiyu roared in her heart, and when no one noticed her, she quietly got up and slipped to the side of the guard, patted his shoulder and handed his bow to him.

The guard was stunned, turned his head and saw the emperor on the high throne nodded at him, and immediately fell silent.

Jiang Zhiyu pulled the bow, and the arrow pointed directly at Lan Yan's shoulder. She often used a bow when killing zombies, but that kind was a modified version with greater lethality.

She held her breath and concentrated, and the arrow moved little by little with Lan Yan. The sharp arrow cut through the air, and with a light "puff" sound, it pierced Lan Yan's shoulder holding the dagger. She screamed unconsciously and widened her eyes in disbelief.

The dagger slipped off, and without being restrained, Lu Daizong picked up the dagger, leaned over and stabbed it into Lan Yan's thin body: "Bitch! How dare you take me as a hostage! I must skin you alive!"

He stabbed again and again, but Lan Yan didn't look at him. Jiang Zhiyu's bow-drawing action was reflected in her narrow eyes. She opened her mouth, as if saying something.

The girl stood in a high position, the wind blew her hair and skirt, and blood splashed on Lan Yan's face, making the girl with a delicate face in her eyes seem like a fierce ghost who was asking for her life.

After venting his anger, Lu Daizong stopped, threw the dagger to the guard beside him, and pointed at the imperial physician: "Quick, no matter what method you use, save her for this young master."

There was still blood on his neck, and the violent movement made the blood flow faster. The doctor quickly held him down and applied medicine to him.

Jiang Zhiyu's arrow was seen by everyone, and everyone was dumbfounded, as if they were frozen in time.