There was a sound of gasps from the crowd. Jiang Zhiyu knelt straight, seemingly unaware of the danger coming from behind. Jiang Zhaorong's eyes were bloodshot, and the word "zhi" had already come out of his mouth, but then he paused as if an acupuncture point had been pressed.
Jiang Zhiyu looked back and saw Lan Yan's tender palm tightly wrapped around An Le Hou's fist, with blood oozing from the corner of her mouth.
Jiang Zhiyu seemed to be frightened and stepped back in panic, her scattered hair just covering the corners of her raised mouth.
Done!
Lan Yan was exposed. Even if she didn't die under Anle Hou's fist, she would be seriously injured and taken to the sky prison.
After all, impersonating a palace servant is not a small crime. Once you are in the Heavenly Prison, even Xiao Yanli can't rescue you safely!
She leaned against the pillar, watching the fight between Anle Hou and Lan Yan with great interest, feeling regretful that there were no melon seeds. What a realistic fighting scene! Isn't it better than domestic entertainment?
Anle Hou's fist was as hard as steel, carrying gusts of strong wind, and smashed out violently, from top to bottom, hitting Lan Yan's vitals.
Lan Yan's strength was not as good as his, but he was agile and could maneuver around.
Because they were too close to the emperor, although the guards on the side had already set up their bows and arrows, no one dared to shoot. They could only watch the two figures collide violently in the air. Each move was extremely fierce, and every swing could tear the air and make a sharp whistling sound.
Anle Hou's eyes were red, and he had obviously recognized Lan Yan as the real murderer. Every punch he threw was filled with murderous intent.
Lan Yan was panting. While blocking Anle Hou, she was also observing the route. Simply blocking him was definitely not a solution. If she couldn't find a chance to leave, she would definitely die here!
She raised her eyes and looked over Anle Hou's shoulder, seeing Lu Daizong being 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. Realizing that something was wrong, Marquis Anle was dazed for a moment and subconsciously retracted his strength, but in just a moment, Lan Yan had already met his force and flew into the encirclement of the guards, with the dagger against Lu Daizong's neck.
"Damn it, old man!" Lan Yan spat out a mouthful of blood. "You were pretty ruthless. I just wonder if your son has such good skills."
Anle Hou took a deep breath: "What do you want?"
"Let me go." The blue smoke dagger approached Lu Daizong and made a shallow cut on his neck. Blood oozed out. "I won't give you time to think. I'll take him away now. Every second you hesitate is a second of his blood remaining."
[You're so crazy, you're so awesome! If you can get away today, I lose. I put so much effort into letting you get away. If this gets out, will I still be able to survive?]
Jiang Zhiyu looked at the emperor. She didn't have any hope in that son-obsessed father.
[She's become a palace maid, and you still don't care? If she gets away, and one day she comes back with a different face, she'll stand by your bed while you sleep and scare you to death.]
The emperor suddenly felt a chill behind his back.
His eyes fell on Jiang Zhiyu, and his expression was a little strange. He was not as afraid of supernatural things as the rumors in the market said. On the contrary, as the prince cultivated by the late emperor, he also believed in these things very much.
But there is still a difference between him and the late emperor. Compared with the old and confused late emperor, he can still think and know what kind of people are truly capable and what kind of people are just filling in the gaps.
However, in the past ten years or so since he ascended the throne, all the people he met were unqualified people. Over time, he no longer trusted them.
But what I hear now is quite interesting.
Jiang Zhiyu didn't know what the emperor was thinking. She just watched him looking at her, and the two of them just stared at each other blankly.
Even though the assassin had his son as a hostage, with the emperor present, Marquis Anle would not dare to ask for his son's release even if he had ten times the courage. He could only kneel on the ground and beg the emperor.
The emperor also knew how important his son was to Marquis Anle, but he absolutely could not let the assassin go. However, he was not afraid that the scene Jiang Zhiyu imagined would happen, because the guards in the palace were not pushovers.
If we let the assassin go, it will be difficult to investigate this matter further.
He didn't believe that without anyone's instructions, the assassin was so bold as to disguise himself as a palace servant.
The emperor's scrutinizing gaze swept over everyone and finally stopped on Jiang Zhiyu.
Why couldn't he hear what everyone was thinking? It would save him from having to guess.
Jiang Zhiyu, caught off guard, looked him in the eye again: ...
"No, big brother, why are you always looking at me? So many people are waiting for you to express your opinion!"
Lan Yan's dagger was getting closer and closer, and Song Daizong was bleeding more and more, but the emperor still did not express his opinion. Marquis Anle begged, and anger rose in his heart.
He had made great contributions to Tianqi, but in the end, he couldn't even protect his own son?!
The emperor coughed lightly and helped him up himself. "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 their bows immediately lost their strength and retreated to the side.
Lan Yan finally breathed a sigh of relief, but her nerves were still tense as she retreated step by step.
[A bunch of five dim sum is completely useless! ]
Jiang Zhiyu roared in her heart. While no one was paying attention to her, she quietly got up and slipped to the guard's side. She patted his shoulder and took his bow.
The guard was stunned. He turned his head and saw the emperor sitting on the high seat nodding at him. He immediately fell silent.
Jiang Zhiyu drew the bow, and the arrow pointed directly at Lan Yan's shoulder. She often used a bow to kill zombies, but that one was a modified version with greater lethality.
She held her breath and concentrated, the arrow moving 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 where she was holding the dagger. She screamed unconsciously and opened her eyes wide in disbelief.
The dagger slipped, and without restraints, Lu Daizong picked up the dagger, leaned over, and stabbed it into Lan Yan's thin body: "Bitch! How dare you take me hostage! I must skin you alive!"
He stabbed again and again, but Lan Yan didn't look at him. Her narrow eyes reflected the movement of Jiang Zhiyu retracting the bow. She opened her mouth, as if saying something.
The girl stood on a high place, her hair and skirt fluttering in the wind, blood splattered on Lan Yan's face, making the girl with a delicate face in her eyes seem like a murderous ghost.
After venting his anger, Lu Daizong withdrew his hand, threw the dagger to the guard beside him, and pointed at the imperial physician: "Quick, no matter what method you use, save her for me."
There was still blood oozing from his neck, and the violent movement made the blood flow faster. The imperial physician 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.
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