It is like a clear sound floating in the empty valley, out of the dust and far away, there are orchids growing on the cliff lonely and arrogant exuding a light and elegant fragrance, the stream between the mountains flows murmuring, and there are monks with a calm expression who reverently stand on the top of the mountain and sing Buddhist songs. The whole hall was shrouded in a solemn indifference. Those civil and military officials who have experienced too many intrigues and ups and downs in the sea at that moment, their hearts have never been more tranquil and peaceful, and their hearts rise up with a yearning for the nature of mountains and rivers.

Feng Qing, who was sitting on the top of the main hall, felt the emptiness and loftiness in the flute, and looked at the courtiers under the hall who could hear the fascination and yearn for leisurely, and a trace of brilliance flashed in his eyes. He turned his head slightly and looked at Qin Yuan not far away, and at this time, Qin Yuan's heroic eyes also happened to look at him. It seemed to nod at him, and then seemed to bow his head in respect.

Feng Qing picked up a glass of wine in his hand and slowly took a sip, and while sipping the wine, the corner of his eye squinted at the wind not far to the right, and saw a faint smile on the corner of his mouth. He put down his wine glass and thought for a breath, and raised his eyes to look at Xia Linhai who was standing on the side. Xia Linhai hurriedly stepped forward to pick up the wine jug to add wine, but Feng Qing's hand pressed slightly on the wine jug, "Let the wine be served." He said in a low voice.

"Yes" Xia Linhai gestured to a small palace man next to him, and the small palace man hurriedly bent down and walked down.

After a while, many palace people walked into the main hall. Each person held a fine porcelain plate with more elaborate dishes and aged wines. Next to them, there is a palace person who is leading, serving food and wine to each adult one by one.

At this time, the wind was also deeply attracted by the sound of the moonlight flute. In the elegant and melodious flute sound, he remembered the fight with Yueming last night, remembered the delicate face with tears on the rattle, and a vague smile slipped across the corners of his mouth.

Suddenly, he felt some kind of danger approaching him, and a faint chill was coming over him. Without even looking at it, he suddenly stretched out the wide sleeves of his robe, and a domineering and powerful air flow erupted in an instant, and the bodies of the two palace people who were serving him were suddenly lifted out by his breath more than ten meters away. At the same time, the moonlight in the center of the main hall suddenly swept upward, and its body was as light and free as a swallow flying across the river.

The courtiers in the main hall were stunned by this sudden change, and all of them opened their mouths and looked stupidly, not knowing what was happening.

When the two palace people who were thrown out by Fengzhao saw that they were about to crash into a column, they unexpectedly turned over in the air, stepped on the pillar with their feet back, and flew towards Fengzhao with their strength. At this time, the stunned Manchu Dynasty officials in the main hall saw that the two of them were each holding a short sword with a cold light.

And the flute in Yueming's hand that jumped in the air drew an arc beautifully on his chest, and a wave of light blue qi that could be seen like water rushed straight to the two palace people below, and I saw that the two palace people also held a short sword in their hands.

"There are assassins. I don't know who shouted in the main hall. Suddenly, those courtiers who were very particular about speech and demeanor on weekdays rushed to the Fengqing on the main seat of the main hall in a chaotic manner.

At this moment, there was a sudden noise on the tall beams, and everyone raised their heads and saw three masked men in red robes each throwing iron chains in their hands, and went straight to the moonlight that jumped high in the sky.

The chains in their hands were like galloping black dragons, and they flew straight towards the two of them with a cold death aura of anger and a roar.

"It's so murderous. Feng Zhao snorted secretly in his heart.

Suddenly, the dark green figure flashed, and the person was already standing in the center of the main hall and converging with the moonlight that had just fallen from the sky. The two of them looked at all the people in the hall with cold eyes. Seeing that Feng Qing on the main hall had gathered more than a dozen armor soldiers with swords and halberds, that Yin Feng was also standing next to Feng Qing in a black robe, and looked at the two of them intently with cold eyes. And Qin Yuan, who was dressed in military uniform, also stood on Feng Qing's side, looking nervously at the center of the hall.

The two exchanged glances quickly, and the assassins jumped and quickly formed a circle, enclosing them in the center of the hall, while the chains in their hands ran towards them again with a whistling sound.

In an instant, the two of them shot at the same time, the wind danced lightly on the sleeves of his robe, Yueming waved the white jade flute in his hand, and the two forces erupted at the same time and shook the dozens of iron chains that were more than a foot long, and the chains flew back upside down.

Obviously, the martial arts of these Assassins are higher than those of the Assassins at the last Chrysanthemum Show. Everyone is well-trained and cooperative. At the moment of being shaken open, they jumped at the same time to change their shapes, and the chains in their hands flew towards the wind and moon in the center at the same time.

The two shot again at the same time, only to see Fengzhao's hands waving in the air at will, sometimes fast and sometimes slow, and his body was free and heroic. In each sway, there were waves of chilly air that progressed with the waving sleeves of the robe, but Yueming's figure was more elegant and soft, and the white jade flute in his hand jingled with the iron chain from time to time.

The civil ministers and military generals in the main hall all hugged Feng Qing's side, and Feng He's cold eyes flashed with a hint of joy and a hidden dazedness. Feng Ze stood beside Qin Yuan, and a pair of eyes like lake water calmly looked at the two of them in the center of the main hall.

"Protect the emperor. Someone shouted.

The wind and moon in the center of the main hall were fighting while coldly observing Feng Qing who was surrounded by everyone, and saw that he was still so cold and deep. Seeing Qin Yuan, who had an inquiring expression on his face next to him, and the guard chief named Yin Feng with a cold face and a restrained face.

For this assassination, the two of them already knew very well that these assassins were coming at the two of them, and they were all mixed in the middle of the palace people who served the food before, and they suddenly attacked, and they couldn't prevent it. It's just that they are too small to estimate the judgment and adaptability of the two of them.

Although Feng Zhao's attention had always been on the sound of the moonlight's flute, the moment the assassin dressed as a palace man had just drawn his short sword from under the porcelain plate in his hand, the cold aura emanating from the sword body and the murderous aura on the assassin's body were enough to make Feng Zhao avoid it for thousands of miles.

The same moonlight was played in the center of the main hall. The two palace people who passed behind him with a plate of dishes, their bodies moved slightly, and the abnormal rhythm had already attracted his attention, and the aura emitted by the killer and the cold air of the short sword that went straight to the back of his chest also made him take precautions early.

It's just that the doubts in the hearts of the two of them now: I don't know whether this assassination has anything to do with Feng Qing, and if it has nothing to do with him, then how did so many assassins sneak into such a well-guarded palace? If it has anything to do with him, then why did he kill the two of them? In the gap between the fight, both of them looked at the crown prince Fenghe, and saw that there was a faint expectation in his eyes but they were a little dazed. The two of them couldn't judge clearly in their hearts for a while.

These assassins are all masters of masters, and the weapons in their hands exude the power of the user, and the more advanced the skill, the more cold and murderous the weapon. They were all ruthless, but even so, they still couldn't get close to the wind and the moon. The fight was momentarily deadlocked. After waiting to observe the wind and wind river in the main hall, the two exchanged glances again. After nodding to each other, Yueming put the white jade flute to his lips. A wisp of flute rose gracefully.

At the same time, Feng Zhao stretched out his hand to make a big loop movement, and a round transparent air ball with a little blue slowly rotated from between his arms to get bigger and bigger, and finally he stretched out his arms suddenly, and the balloon instantly wrapped him and Yueming, and quickly turned into a semicircle after touching the ground and kept expanding outward. The dozens of Assassins who had surrounded them all jumped backwards, but the balloon was so fast that only two or three Assassins escaped. The rest is wrapped in half an airball. When the airflow balloon rushed to a meter in front of the Fengqing dragon case on the main hall, the airflow balloon stopped expanding in front of Qin Yuan and Yin Feng.

At this point, except for the two or three Assassins who escaped from the airball, the rest were wrapped in the ball. The assassins in the ball had a premonition and hurried out again, but without exception, they were all bounced back by the round wall of the ball. So they all threw off the chains together and rushed towards the wind and the moon.

At this moment, all the people in the hall held their breath and looked nervously at the scene in front of them.

Qin Yuan stretched out his hand to touch the airflow ball in front of him, his eyes saw the appearance of his fingers caressing the ball wall, and felt his fingers touch a smooth and cold wall, wanting to probe in again. At this time, a look of horror appeared on his face, because no matter how hard he used his whole body, he couldn't touch it in the slightest.

Yin Feng also put his power into one hand, and probed towards the airflow ball, slowly increasing his strength little by little. Fengzhao in the hemisphere suddenly raised his eyes to look at Yin Feng, and a trace of surprise slipped through his eyes. At this time, Yin Feng also looked at him, and his hand immediately stopped moving forward and slowly retracted it.

Feng Qing glanced at Yin Feng, and Yin Feng nodded slightly.

In the center of the airflow balls emitted by the wind, the crazy assassins suddenly turned on different colors, some tried to cover their ears with their hands, and some simply threw down their weapons and sat on the ground to do their work, and they could see the wisps of mist coming out of their heads because of the luck. Some of them had wonderful smiles on their faces, as if they had seen something beautiful. The clumsy posture dances ugly.

Everyone who watched the scene in front of them felt a strange envelope. They don't know what's going on inside the ball because they can't hear the slightest sound coming from inside the ball.

I saw that Yueming's clothes were fluttering, and her flute posture was indescribably elegant and elegant. The wind shines in a dark green robe with wide sleeves inlaid with dark gold edges, fluttering high, a pair of outstretched arms, flying back slightly, the handsome and arrogant face with long hair is indescribably domineering.

One or two of the Assassins had already begun to tie themselves up in circles with their chains in their hands in a clumsy dance, with a strange smile on their faces, and occasionally looked at the hall with a certain confused and painful look in their eyes.

"It's not good, Your Majesty," Yin Feng next to Feng Qing snorted, and hurriedly whispered in his ear without knowing what to say.

Listening to Yin Feng's words, Feng Qing's eyes that went deep into the secluded pool became colder and deeper. After a few moments, he stood up, walked over to the airball that was spreading out in the wind, raised his hand and slowly touched it.

"Your Majesty, by all means. One of the ministers shouted. But it was too late, and Feng Qing's hand had already touched the smooth, transparent, and chilling round wall. The tentacles are cold and slightly cold. But if you want to go in again, you can't.

"Alright, let's stop. There was an indescribable majesty and domineering in his faint and cold tone.

Fengzhao and Yueming in the hemisphere heard Fengqing's order and glanced at each other, and then Yueming put down the white jade flute, and Fengzhao slowly lowered his outstretched arms. Suddenly, the semi-circular balloon withdrew from Feng Qing's front and scattered in the air, floating away without a trace.

At this moment, the assassins were all spread on the ground, spitting blood from their mouths. The moonlight and wind shine in the center of the main hall that stands quietly. The wind came through the doors and windows, blowing the two of them in fluttering clothes. One is like a mountain master, and the other is like a king on earth. I don't look like I've just been in a fight.

"Men brought them down. Feng Qing ordered with cold majesty.

Slowly stepping down from the main seat, he walked step by step in front of the two people in the center of the hall, raised his bottomless eyes like a cold pool and looked at the two of them coldly, and the two of them also looked directly at Feng Qing fearlessly, at this moment the two of them already knew that these assassins were really sent by Feng Qing.

"You two come with me, General Qin, Yin Feng, both of you come. With that, he flicked the sleeves of his robe and walked towards the palace gate on the side.

The four of them silently followed Feng Qing and walked away slowly.

Behind him was a man of the Manchu dynasty who stared at him with big eyes and small eyes. Wind River sat down on a chair on the side with deep fear in his eyes.