"Kill her!"

Under the magnificent colorful tent, dozens of figures rushed towards Yao Ying, who was protected by the guards in the middle, facing the flashes of swords and shadows. They were dressed in ordinary civilian clothes, shouting in Turkic, Persian, Sogdian, and Sanskrit, calling for help, with crazy hatred on their faces.

They are all from the royal court.

Yuan Jue was sweating profusely. He drew his sword and chopped down a killer. The killer showed no fear at all and continued to rush forward with blood all over his body until he fell to the ground exhausted.

He was still frightened and looked back.

The people screamed and fled in all directions. A figure rushed towards Yaoying, with a cold light flashing. A man rushed out of the crowd, hugged her and dodged.

The assassin's figure was as fast as lightning. The man hit her with his palm, but she still threw the dagger in her hand. A pool of blood splattered out, and Yaoying's dress was soaked with blood.

Yuan Jue was so frightened that he wanted to rush back to Yao Ying, but several assassins came up and blocked his steps.

They are not just ordinary assassins, they are death warriors!

The bodyguards and assassins were trembling together, with the sounds of fighting, the clashing of long swords and iron swords, screams... Amid the noise, Yao Ying heard the man's painful hiss.

She felt a sharp pain in her chest and trembled all over.

The man hugged her, thinking she was injured. His arm muscles were tense, and he asked anxiously, "Where are you hurt?"

The voice is mute.

Yao Ying broke out in a cold sweat as she looked at his pair of eyes exposed outside the face mask.

She was not hurt, he was the one who was hurt.

Why is Li Xuanzhen in the royal court?

Yaoying had a splitting headache and passed out from the pain.

Li Xuanzhen's pupils dilated, the wound was in great pain, he knelt on the ground holding her, blood gushing out.

The cold blade light shone towards them.

"Qiniang!"

The personal soldiers were terrified and shouted loudly, trying to get away to rescue him, but they were entangled by other assassins.

The wind was howling.

Yuanjue held his breath.

Suddenly, the surroundings became quiet, murderous aura surged, and palm winds surged.

A long sword came through the air, and a figure suddenly rushed over from a distance, with great force.

Several crackling sounds were heard one after another, and the machetes in the hands of the assassins surrounding Yao Ying broke into pieces and fell to the ground. Without even a scream, they fell to the ground one after another.

The man was dressed in a white robe and had a veil on his face. He rushed towards Yao Ying, exuding a heroic and murderous aura.

Li Xuanzhen was already unconscious, but his hands were still tightly holding Yaoying, standing in front of her.

The man in white robe leaned over, pushed Li Xuanzhen away, pulled his hand away, and picked up Yao Ying.

The shouting and screaming around him had not stopped yet, but he ignored it, lowered his head to check the wounds on Yaoying's body, and his fingers reached to her neck.

Everyone in the scene was stunned for a moment, then reacted and killed the other assassins with their swords.

A man rushed to Yuanjue's side and said coldly, "Remember to leave him alive!"

Yuan Jue's body trembled. He glanced at the other party with his mouth wide open. Then he looked at the figure who suddenly appeared and forced back several assassins with one knife. He felt horrified.

"General Ashina, that man..."

Bisuo drew his sword and said coldly, "It's him."

Yuanjue shuddered.

Isn't the king in the Royal Temple? Why is he here?

He had already dispersed his energy, and just now he was forcing himself to use it... Is he now a Buddhist, or a Sultan?

Yuan Jue’s face turned pale.

Bi Su also had a gloomy face.

The personal soldiers breathed a sigh of relief when they saw the man in white appear in time, and continued to fight the enemy. After a while, they dealt with the remaining assassins. Yuanjue and Bishuo worked together to capture two survivors.

The nearby imperial guards rushed over. Bi Suo ordered them to guard the main roads, track down the accomplices, and keep out any outsiders. He rushed to Yao Ying and asked nervously in a low voice, "Is the princess okay?"

Tanmarajiva held the fainted Yaoying in her arms, shook her head, and her pair of green eyes under the veil slowly closed.

There were no wounds on her body, but her clothes were probably covered with Li Xuanzhen's blood.

The moment he saw her fall to the ground from a distance, the murderous aura that suddenly surged up in his heart and could no longer be suppressed slowly subsided.

He held her, feeling her soft and slow breathing, his hands trembling slightly.

She's fine.

Bi Su looked anxious and whispered, "There are too many people here... I have a villa that is close by, let's go there first."

Tanmarajiva remained silent and stood up holding Yaoying.

The personal guards surrounded him, helped up the seriously injured Li Xuanzhen, and led by Bi Suo, they passed through a side passage and walked into his villa.

Tanmarajiva carried Yaoying into the house. Bishuo asked the servants to find some clean clothes for everyone to change into, and then followed them into the house.

Yaoying was unconscious. Tanmarajiva laid her on the couch and took her pulse with a frown on his face.

"Are you scared?"

Bi Su asked cautiously.

Tanmarajiva said nothing, took the hot towel and wiped the blood drops on Yaoying's chin.

The maid came into the room to change Yaoying's clothes.

Tanmarajiva stood up and stepped back from behind the felt curtain.

There were heavy footsteps outside the house, and Yuan Jue came over with the captured assassin.

Tanmarajiva lowered his eyes, stared at Yaoying lying on the couch for a while, then turned and left the room.

Bi Suo followed him and saw several assassins. He was so angry that he punched them and the assassins' faces were covered with blood.

"You are from the royal court. Who ordered you to do this? Why did you want to assassinate a woman?"

Today's assassins had a clear target, they were targeting Yaoying. Yaoying did not reveal her identity, so why did these people want to assassinate her?

The assassin spat out a few bloody teeth and laughed wildly. His brown eyes looked at Tanmaraka who was standing in front of the corridor with his hands behind his back, with a distorted expression on his face.

"Sultan Gu! You are Sultan Gu, right?! I didn't expect that I could really lure you out today!"

"We were right. The woman next to Yuan Jue is indeed yours!"

Tanmaraka looked at the assassin, his eyes as cold as snow.

Bisha's heart skipped a beat and sweat broke out like rain.

The assassin laughed loudly, "Who ordered us? I tell you, it's all your fault! You owe us a huge debt of blood, and we wish we could chop you into pieces! You are a martial arts expert, and you appear and disappear at will, so we can't succeed. We can only wait for the right opportunity..."

His bloodstained face trembled with excitement.

"Later, we finally found an opportunity... When you entered the city, when you went to war... Sultan Gu, you thought you were flawless, but in fact, we have been tracking your whereabouts for the past two years. The woman who followed you into the city was very important to you... So we followed fate..."

Bisha clenched his fists and said, "You killed someone just because of a little suspicion?"

The assassin sneered: "It is better to kill her by mistake than to let her go. Who allowed that woman to get close to Sultan Gu?"

Bi Suo took a breath of cold air.

The assassin's eyes widened and he laughed wickedly: "Sultan, you have killed too many people, you should also feel the pain of losing your loved ones! Your relatives, your brothers, your friends... everyone you care about will die under our swords! No matter how strong your martial arts are, what's the use? We will always find a chance to strike!"

"We failed today, but there will be others tomorrow... You don't know how many people hate you, how many people are waiting for revenge, you will get your comeuppance sooner or later!"

Tanmarajiva stood in front of the corridor, her body motionless and her figure lonely.

Bisha could no longer bear it, so she jumped up, grabbed the assassin's hair and twisted it lightly.

The assassin died instantly.

The corridor became quiet, but the assassin's curse seemed to linger over the courtyard for a long time.

Bisa’s face turned pale and he turned around to look at Tanmaragha.

"The Regent..."

Tanmarajya closed his eyes for a moment, "I understand."

No matter which identity he has, he will only bring harm to Princess Wen Zhao.

If he were a Buddhist, her followers would see her as a witch. If he were a Sultan, she would be assassinated again and again like today.

Bi Suo felt heavy in the heart and her eyes were sore, and she couldn't utter a word of comfort.

He thought of General Cesar.

…

Nothing happened in the cave last night. But the doctor said that Luo Jia looked better. Although Luo Jia didn't want to keep Princess Wen Zhao, it was obvious that he was really happy to have Princess Wen Zhao accompany him.

This morning, Luo Jia was sitting in the meditation room copying scriptures. After he finished copying one volume, a few birds flew in from outside the corridor and chirped and played on the vines. He listened for a while, put down his pen, got up and went out.

Bi Suo was worried that his injury would flare up, so she followed him quietly and came to Chang Street with him, thinking that he was trying to understand the people's sentiments.

Finally, Tanmaragha stopped in a secluded corner and looked in one direction for a long time.

Bi Su followed his line of sight and was stunned.

Yuan Jue walked over from that direction. The woman next to him was dressed in bright clothes, with her hair hanging down to her shoulders and a veil covering her face. Although her face could not be seen clearly, from the way she looked around, she must have been smiling and having a lot of fun. The personal guards behind her were also dressed like people from the royal court, and two of them were holding a bunch of food, drinks, and new toys in their hands.

She stood at the foot of the platform, watching the singing and dancing, without moving for a long time.

Tanmaraka stood in the corner, with his back to the lively singing and dancing on the stage, and looked at her quietly across the crowd.

She was having fun in the world, and he was watching her from outside the world.

Bi Suo sighed secretly.

At this moment, something strange happened. The assassins suddenly attacked. A woman took advantage of the guards' inattention and rushed in front of Yao Ying, raising a dagger. A man next to her suddenly stepped forward and blocked the attack for Yao Ying.

Bisha's heart was pounding with fear.

At that moment, Tanmarajiva's aura changed.

He suddenly drew his sword and rushed out, "Regent, you should not show up. I will go..."

Tanmaraka glanced at him, drew the sword from his waist, and moved away.

Bisa was stunned, then came to his senses and followed.

…

Thinking of the scene at that time, Bisha still feels scared.

This is what he fears the most... something happens to Princess Wen Zhao, and the king cannot suppress the technique... just like General Sai Sang'er, who went mad because of the tragic death of his family...

Now, discovering that the assassin wanted to kill Yao Ying in revenge against Sultan Gu, Biso became more and more frightened.

"I will send more people to investigate this matter to prevent anyone from getting close to the princess again..."

He said tentatively.

Tanmaraka turned and went into the house.

They both understood that this kind of revenge-seeker who was determined to take revenge until his death was impossible to guard against.

In the past, he had encountered many assassination attempts. He was alone and did not care about life or death. He had no desires or demands, so he had nothing to fear.

But the thought that she might suffer the same danger made him feel restless and uneasy.

He has never asked for anything in his life except this little selfish desire.

He would hurt her.

Tanmarajiva closed his eyes and went into the house.

The maid was wiping Yaoying's body and changing her clothes. She put down the ornaments, small dagger, cloth bag, dew sachet and brocade bag she was carrying and piled them beside the couch.

With a snap, a sheepskin package slipped out from the sleeve of her changed clothes and fell onto the felt carpet.

The maid leaned over to pick it up, and a dark shadow came down and picked up the package before her.

She raised her head and met a pair of cold eyes. She was so scared that her face turned pale and she bent over and fled out of the room.

Tanmarajiva took the package, sat down beside the couch, untied the veil, placed two fingers on Yaoying's wrist through the veil, and took her pulse again.

There were clearly no wounds on her body, but for some reason she still hasn't woken up.

Maybe he was really scared.

Tanmarajika withdrew his hand, touched her forehead, and frowned slightly.

There were footsteps, and Yuan Jue walked into the room and said, "Prince Regent, the bleeding of the Crown Prince of Wei has stopped, and the doctor said that his life is not in danger. However, his old wounds have not healed, and he has new wounds, which is really dangerous. He is groggy and asked about Princess Wen Zhao and insisted on coming to visit the princess."

Tanmaraka said calmly, "Hold it."

It should be the case.

"She is..." Tanmaraka suddenly said, paused for a moment, and then asked, "Is the princess happy today?"

Yuan Jue secretly looked at his expression, thought for a moment, and whispered, "The princess is very happy today... The princess said that different places have different customs and are bustling in their own way. She also bought something for the king... The princess also said that she also wanted to dance with those dancers..."

Tanmarajiva listened quietly, with no expression on his face, and waved his hands.

Yuan Jue retreated.

Tanmarajiva glanced at the things piled on the table beside the couch, his eyes paused, he raised his hand and opened the brocade bag.

A stack of scriptures was revealed.

He pulled out the scripture.

The scriptures are bound like palm leaves, but instead of having a small hole punched in the middle and bound with ropes, they are folded. The pages are made of parchment that has gone through a complex tanning process to become soft and thin. There are exquisite patterns painted on it, and the lines are drawn with gold, silver, and gemstone powder, which are delicate and dexterous.

There were many heavy scriptures in his room. Once, Prajna asked her to find some scriptures. She moved a large stack of them and murmured that the scriptures were too heavy. It would be better to make them into books that can be carried easily, easy to use, and with exquisite pictures, which would be nice.

Since that time when he said that only a few sutras would be enough, she often sent him sutras. She would send him a few copies of any new style that was printed, and she would also lend him her manuscripts for printing.

These scriptures must be new.

Tanmarajiva stuffed the scriptures back into the brocade bag, picked up the package he had just picked up and put it back. Then he thought of something, paused, and untied the bag.

A sweet fragrance overflowed from the air, and the thorny honey in the bag was fresh and amber in color.

She once looked at him eagerly and asked, "Is it sweet?"

He said, "Sweet."

She smiled.

Tanmarajiva's drooped eyelashes trembled a few times, and he squeezed the package tightly.

The person on the bed moved.

Tanmarajiva came back to his senses, put down the package and looked at Yaoying.

She did not wake up, her eyes were tightly closed, and her body was trembling slightly.

Tanmarajika frowned, raised his hand to push aside her long hair, touched her neck and forehead, and took her pulse. There was nothing unusual, but her brows were tightly wrinkled, her face was pale, her expression was painful, and her body was shaking.

"pain……"

She murmured softly.

Tanmaraka suddenly stood up and asked Yuanjue to go and ask for a doctor.

The doctor rushed over, took the princess's pulse, and said doubtfully: "From the pulse, the princess is not injured, neither internal nor external injuries..."

As he was talking, Yao Ying on the couch began to tremble even more violently, with layers of cold sweat oozing out of her forehead. Suddenly, she let out a "wow" and spit out a mouthful of blood.

The expressions of the other people in the room changed drastically.

Tanmarajiva did not care about anything else. He sat on the couch, picked up Yaoying, and carefully checked her body for any difficult-to-find wounds. He probed her acupuncture points with his fingers, but still found nothing abnormal.

Bi Suo frowned and said, "Isn't he poisoned?"

The doctor shook his head: "There is no sign of poisoning."

Yuan Jue was so anxious that his eyes turned red. It was all his fault for not being careful enough to take good care of the princess!

The doctor flipped through a few medical books and took Yaoying's pulse again, his expression changed drastically.

"How could this happen? Just a moment ago... the princess' pulse became weak, as if... as if..."

He shuddered and dared not say anything else.

Tanmaraka said nothing. He was also knowledgeable in medicine and knew what the doctor had not said.

She couldn't bear it any longer.

In an instant, he felt as if he had fallen into an abyss.

Yaoying was still trembling. Tanmo Luojia held her tightly. His face remained calm, but his eyes were filled with turmoil. He said, "Please ask the princess's personal soldiers to come over and ask them if the princess has ever had this symptom before."

"Interrogate the assassins and ask them if they used poison."

The tone of voice is more urgent than usual.

Yuanjue and Bisu rushed out of the house quickly. After a while, Yuanjue came in with a personal soldier. The personal soldier had been in the palace and knew more than others.

Seeing Yao Ying unconscious, he fell to his knees and said, "The princess was seriously ill before... Alang asked many doctors for help, but no one could cure her..."

Yuan Jue almost fainted and asked hurriedly, "Then how did the princess recover?"

The guards were trembling: "Later, the princess got over it herself... My wife said that it might be because her deceased uncle blessed her... The doctor in Jingnan said that when the princess's illness relapsed, no medicine was effective..."

Yuanjue's face turned pale.

There was a sound of footsteps at the door, and Biso came in with a serious face, shaking her head, and said, "The assassin couldn't get close to the princess, no poison was used."

Tanmarajiva's arms around Yaoying suddenly tightened.

"Where is Duke Wei?"

Bi Suo said: "We have sent someone to invite him. Duke Wei doesn't know what happened, so there is no news yet."

"Call other medical officers."

Bi Suo responded and gave instructions to his subordinates.

Soon, doctors that Bi Sao trusted arrived one after another. After checking Yao Ying's pulse, they all shook their heads and sighed, "This symptom looks too strange..."

People were at a loss as to what to do. Finally, someone suggested trying bloodletting, while others suggested chanting Buddhist scriptures and reciting the Buddha's name.

Bisha was so anxious that he drove away all those people who were of no help.

Yao Ying's breath became weaker and weaker.

Tanmarajiva hugged her tightly and mobilized his inner strength to try to warm her up, but she did not respond. Her body became colder and colder, and her lips gradually turned blue.

His brows flushed red, his eyes were surging, and a faint light flashed across them.

Bi Suo was horrified by what she saw, and prayed silently in her heart that nothing would happen to Princess Wen Zhao.

Yuanjue put his hands together, walked around the room, chanted scriptures loudly, and prayed for Buddha's blessing.

Yaoying became weaker and weaker, and even her pulse could not be felt.

Tanmarajiva closed his eyes for a while, holding the back of her neck with his hands, and slightly tightening his arms.

He once took her to the pagoda and prayed for her.

Under the Buddha's gaze, he prayed for her, hoping that she would be free from illness and disaster and live a happy life.

At that time, he admitted to the Buddha his distracting thoughts and desires. It was he who was moved by those thoughts and desires, and it had nothing to do with her.

He didn't ask for anything for himself.

I just hope she can be safe and at ease.

Life is filled with fear, and life is as dangerous as the morning dew. Because of love, there is worry, and because of love, there is fear. If you are free from love, there is no worry and no fear.

Everything is empty, life and death are reincarnations, he is indifferent to everything, but still hopes that she can enjoy the world to the fullest.

She is so nice.

Tanmaraka held Yaoying in his arms and felt her life slipping away.

So sudden.

Just like she came to him, silently, out of nowhere.

He seemed to be falling deeper and deeper into a bottomless abyss, and it was getting darker and colder around him.

Yuanjue began to sob softly, and Biso was sweating profusely.

Tanmarajiva took the beads from Yaoying's wrist and recited scriptures.

As the sky gradually darkened, candles were lit in the room, the doctors were discussing in the next room, the people decocting medicine were fanning themselves vigorously, servants were coming in and out, and the atmosphere was heavy.

Tanmarajiva's eyes were tightly closed.

I don't know how much time had passed, but the person in his arms suddenly moved and murmured softly.

Warm breath fell on his chest.

Tanmarajiva was stunned for a moment, and his fingers holding the Buddhist beads suddenly tightened.

The person in his arms twisted a few times, opened his eyes, his eyelashes trembled slightly, his eyes were wet, and his face was pale.

"Is Li Xuanzhen okay?"

She asked dazedly.

Li Xuanzhen blocked a knife for her, and she just felt a sharp pain in her heart and her whole body was in pain. She has just recovered. If something happened to him, she would not be able to get through it!

Tanmarajiva's eyes were deep and silent, and he felt her pulse with two fingers.

The pulse is still weak, but at least it is more stable, much better than before.

He lowered his head to look at her face again. Her face was covered with sweat and she looked like she had just been pulled out of the water. The color of her lips had returned to normal a little and was no longer as pale as before.

The body in my palm slowly warmed up.

Tanmarajiva closed his eyes and held the Buddhist beads tightly.

Yao Ying hadn't regained consciousness yet, and didn't know what had happened. She just felt sweaty and sticky, feeling uncomfortable. She struggled to sit up, "Where's Li Xuanzhen?"

She asked again.

Tanmaraka had no expression on his face.

Everyone else in the room was planning to kneel down in front of the Buddha to pray, but they didn't expect that Yao Ying, who was dying a moment ago, would wake up on her own. They were stunned for a moment, then rushed forward with ecstasy in their eyes.

"Princess! You're okay!"

"Are you feeling better? Where does it hurt?"

Yao Ying rubbed her head and said, "I'm fine..."

She recalled what happened before she fell into a coma, her eyes swept over Tanmaragha beside her, and she was stunned.

"Why is the Regent here?"

Tanmaraka stood up and went out without saying a word.

The author has something to say: "There are many fears in this life..." The whole sentence is quoted from Buddhist verses. The previous chapter also quoted two Buddhist verses. I forgot to mark them.