An old man in tattered clothes, leaning on a cane and with difficulty walking, sat on a large rock covered with weeds by the roadside and gasped for breath.
Looking at the tall city walls and the gradually darkening sky, the old man wiped the sweat mixed with mud from his face.
Closer and closer.
After going through untold hardships and dodging countless pursuits, he finally arrived in the capital.
Thinking of the thousands of lives behind him, the old man's eyes were full of determination.
I eat the king's food, serve the king loyally, and share the king's worries. What is there to fear?
The man in black who was chasing the old man all the way saw the tall city gate and a trace of fear flashed in his eyes.
"Chief, we have arrived in Gyeonggi, what about us?"
The man in black who was a few steps behind hesitated to move forward. There was hesitation in his tone, and it seemed that he was reluctant to step in.
A trace of cruelty flashed in the eyes of the leading man. "Haven't you gone in yet? Chase them! You know, our lives and property are not in our control."
"But Your Majesty!" Before he could finish his words, his body flew high into the sky and he spat out a mouthful of blood.
Then he fell to the ground, his neck twisted, and he was dead.
The man's bloodthirsty eyes wandered among the men in black. "The arrow is on the string and must be shot. If he doesn't die, the master will kill us! Anyone who dares to hesitate will be killed like this!"
A chill spread among the men in black. They shuddered and lowered their heads. “Yes.”
The leading man was also afraid, but he had no way to retreat. If he failed this time, he would die!
When the old man finally crawled out from the weeds, he was faced with a weapon shining with silver light.
His face was filled with despair, God was going to kill him!
With so many people dying along the way, he barely escaped the pursuit, but he didn't expect that just when he was about to succeed, he was caught up by these people who were like mad dogs.
"We are all from the common people, why are we killing each other? I will report to His Majesty, and there is a way out for you all!"
Thinking of the many lives left behind him, the old man did not give up and tried to persuade these desperate criminals.
A trace of struggle flashed in the leading man's eyes, and he just said, "Too late!"
Then a cold light flashed, and blood splattered from the old man's flesh.
"Old man, we admire you. Let's go!" The man was about to chop off the old man's head, but there was a noise in the bushes behind him.
"Your Majesty, you have caused me so much suffering!" Shang Ling was covered in dust, with a few weeds on his head, and he howled to the sky.
His clothes were torn by the branches and weeds.
A top scholar was actually no different from a refugee.
"Hmm? Why is there such a strong smell of blood?"
The men in black stood still, exchanged looks at each other, and made gestures of wiping their necks.
Unexpectedly, another person jumped out from behind him and said, "How dare you say that about His Majesty?"
"Yan Huajin, don't you hate His Majesty? His Majesty has played us around like crazy."
Yan! The national surname!
My heart felt like it was about to jump out of my chest.
The man looked at the old man on the ground and stabbed him in the heart again.
This time he will definitely die.
"Retreat!" They uttered in a very low voice.
The man who rushed out also had a lot of weeds on his head, and the gorgeous brocade on his body was torn here and there.
Like a rich kid who got robbed.
His tall and strong figure made Shang Ling look like a little chick. Yan Huajin stretched out his long arm and grabbed Shang Ling.
"Your Majesty must have his reasons for doing this. It was our own decision for us to go together to look for the young prince. How can we curry favor with Your Majesty?" Yan Huajin looked around like a thief, fearing that a secret guard would jump out and capture them and send them to His Majesty.
Seeing that there was nothing unusual around the two of them, Yan Huajin breathed a sigh of relief.
Suddenly he sniffed and said in confusion, "What a strong smell of blood."
"Didn't I say that a long time ago?" Shang Ling rolled his eyes and continued walking forward.
"Could it be that some wild beast came from somewhere? No way, the guards have already cleared it out."
There was a soft touch on his feet, and Shang Ling heard a muffled groan before he lowered his head.
"Save me!" A hoarse, ghostly voice sounded.
Shang Ling lowered his head subconsciously.
Under the cover of night, thin clouds drifted in the air, and the moon hung in the sky, casting a hazy light.
The dim light that was so flickering that it was difficult to see clearly shone on the ground under his feet, reflecting a hideous face.
"Ghost!" Shang Ling jumped up instantly and clung tightly to the arm of the Dazhao giant.
Unexpectedly, Yan Huajin was even more useless than him. He let out a sharp cry and rushed up the tree. "Where is the ghost?"
"You're so big, and you're afraid of ghosts?"
"Who told you that if you're tall and strong you won't be afraid of ghosts?"
The two of them huddled together tremblingly, and bravely looked down.
When they saw the man lying on the ground, covered in blood and with no idea whether he was dead or alive, they all breathed a sigh of relief.
As long as it’s not a ghost.
"Your Majesty..." The bloody man uttered another gasp, then his head tilted and he lost consciousness.
The two who had just been huddled together in fear suddenly had sharp eyes, as if they had been reborn.
"Walk!"
Yan Huajin walked into the city gate and showed his identity token, and a team of guards came in one after another.
Purple Palace.
Now that His Majesty is in good health, he has devoted more energy to state affairs.
It's just that his children often don't keep him busy until late at night.
The emperor usually coaxed the little prince to sleep before getting up to review memorials.
The same is true tonight.
A black shadow fell from the beam silently.
The emperor took the memorial and after reading it, he held the memorial in one hand and tapped the table lightly with the other.
The dark sandalwood contrasted sharply with his white and slender knuckles.
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