110: Assassination

She sat in the carriage of the county lord of Huaixuan, her eyes bright as cold stars. The excitement has not passed, and Zhou Huaixuan is twittering to popularize the biological encyclopedia.

From the structure of the human body to the habits and characteristics of animals and plants, she chattered almost everything, mixed with all kinds of esoteric knowledge.

Lord Huaixuan is full of question marks?

I didn't understand, but it didn't prevent her from cheering passionately.

"My cousin is amazing!"

"Ah, is that so? Cousin even understands this?"

"Wow, I don't even know, it's really worthy of my cousin!

"Ahhh

A series of sycophants made Zhou Yanqing feel comfortable.

It's rare to have a confidant in life, this ancient life, well, suddenly found that it wasn't so fucked up.

On this day, the gods don't change!

Worth it, it's worth it!

You are my guiding lighthouse, you are a star in the night, you light the way forward for me, in the middle of the night.

She suddenly became more energetic and motivated, and even those tigers and wolves who were walking on thin ice before seemed to her less annoying.

However, the bell ——!!

"Cousin, be careful!"

In the night, the arrows were as fast as lightning, like a fierce wind.

The county lord of Huaixuan raised his voice, and while he was shouting a warning, people also quickly pounced on Zhou Yanqing.

Zhou Yanqing was pressed down in the carriage by Huai Xuan, as if pouring cold water, and her previous good mood disappeared.

She was cold all over.

She heard Huai Xuan's muffled snort, her little face turned pale, but she still endured the pain......

"Cousin, how are you? Are you hurt?"

Zhou Yanqing stared at the worried and anxious Huai Xuan, and a black iron arrow pierced Huai Xuan's shoulder.

There was a lot of blood from the little girl's wound, which stained Zhou Yanqing's fingertips red, and it also smashed on her snow-white clothes, as if it broke her heart......

......

Wenyuan Palace, the lights are brilliant.

"Lord, wake up, wake up! Don't sleep, you can't sleep anymore!"

The old butler looked at the man who was lying on the ground with the wine bottle in his arms, the man was unkempt and drunk, and the old butler shook for a long time, but the man just didn't wake up.

How good is that?

"Hurry up, is the Imperial Doctor here? Is the county lord seriously injured?"

The old housekeeper stomped his feet anxiously, and King Wenyuan, who didn't care about anything, continued to lie down on his corpse drunk.

He was like a beggar, unkempt, scruffy...... In short, it's not a good image.

And the other place.

Zhou Yanqing grabbed her own cold fingertips, and she sat silently on the bluestone bench outside Huaixuan Courtyard.

In the early spring, the dead wood has not yet turned green, the dry branches dance lightly in the night, people come and go in the courtyard, there are maids and maids who bring out a basin of blood and water, Huaixuan's nurse and grandmother are anxious to shed tears, several doctors are busy in full swing, and these doctors are faintly headed by Liu Taiyi.

However, compared with the hustle and bustle of that place, it was Zhou Yanqing's place, which was unusually quiet, and the needle drop could be heard.

Lin Wenzhou and Yin Shao, these two knew about Emperor Yongyin's micro-service earlier, and took the carriage of Wenyuan Wangfu to go out of the palace with Lord Huaixuan.

After the incident, Zhou Yanqing quickly asked people to pass on the doctor.

Lin Yin and the others in the palace didn't know where to get the news, and out of concern and concern for the little emperor, they hurriedly followed the imperial doctor over.

The emperor with a feminine face has an indistinguishable temperament, and his face looks cruel and dark at first glance, and he is beautiful in the ointment.

But the young emperor's face was bloodless, and coupled with the already pale and sickly snow skin, she was like a desolate and sad ghost in the middle of the night, mourning people's hearts.