On the tenth day after the death of Mrs. Taifu, it was the time when Feng Ze inspected the guards of the imperial city.

When there was a hint of white in the east, he left the palace and got into a carriage to go to the palace. Halfway through the carriage, it came to an abrupt halt.

He sat quietly in the car, not asking why, because he was a very calm person, and nothing could arouse his curiosity.

"Your Highness, someone is lying in the middle of the road. The coachman whispered.

Feng Ze was slightly stunned, got up and lifted the curtain of the car, walked to the front of the car and looked down, not far away, an old woman in old clothes and gray hair was lying in the middle of the road.

He looked at it quietly and said to the driver, "Go and have a look." ”

The coachman hesitated, not wanting to leave Kaze.

Feng Ze thought for a while, lifted his legs and got out of the carriage, while the coachman followed him closely, looking to both sides from time to time.

At this time, there were very few pedestrians on the road, and the shops on both sides were not open. The coachman looked around and saw one or two beggars sleeping on the streets, and there was no one else, so he looked at the roof again, where the sun had not yet risen, and there was no vision in the hazy sight of the roof.

At this time, Feng Ze had already walked to the lying man.

"Old woman," he cried softly, and on the ground lay an old woman with gray hair, with a dirty face, her eyes closed, and her eyebrows pressed together as if there was something unspeakably melancholy.

Feng Ze frowned slightly, and reached out to help the old man. Suddenly, a thin voice came from his ears: "Your Highness, don't move. The hand stretched out into the air paused slightly. At this time, the coachman on one side hurriedly blocked in front of him and helped the fainted old man.

"Your Highness, let me come. ”

Feng Ze took a slight step back as he seemed to be calm. Then he seemed to casually look at the pedestrians on both sides. But I saw a beggar in tattered clothes curled up under the eaves of a shop, and the beggar was an old face on the street, and he could see him every day when he went to court.

casually swept the man's unkempt face, and then looked at the old woman who was half-seated by the coachman.

The old woman still closed her eyes and couldn't see any visions.

When the coachman helped the old man, he naturally clasped one hand on her vein.

"She's hungry. The low coachman spoke, and at the same time let out a long breath.

Feng Ze nodded slightly, returned to the car, took out a bag of pastries and handed it to the coachman, the coachman helped the old man half leaning on his body, took a pastry with one hand, and put it on the corner of the old woman's mouth.

Apparently it was the smell of the pastry that stimulated the old woman. She slowly opened her eyes. Seeing the pastry in his mouth in a haze, he suddenly snatched it with both hands and devoured it.

"Old man, slow down. Feng Ze reminded softly.

But the old man didn't bother to say a word to him. A pair of eyes just lifted up and looked at him gratefully. Then I buried my head in eating it. The coachman let out a secret sigh again. Stand up.

Just then a carriage came from the corner of another street, and the driver of the horse, wearing a hat. Dressed in a coarse cloth shirt, he couldn't see his face clearly, and the carriage was unhurried, and Feng Ze's coachman couldn't help but lean in front of Feng Ze.

When the carriage staggered past them, suddenly the coachman in the carriage waved his whip and attacked the wind directly, followed by several flying knives flying out of the carriage, and two people flew out by the way. At this moment, dozens of black-clothed people appeared silently on the rooftops on both sides, holding feather arrows and shooting arrows at Feng Ze.

Feng Ze's coachman, who had been prepared, stretched out his hand to protect Feng Ze beside him, and stood up with a sword in his hand to meet the whip and feather arrows that were swinging in the air, the flying knives and the black-clothed people rushing in the car.

At this moment, the old woman who ate the pastry suddenly turned over and flicked her two wrists, and a shiny dagger instantly pierced the back of Feng Ze's heart, and a stream of black smoke and dust spewed out from one hand towards Feng Ze's coachman who turned around.

"Not good. Feng Ze's coachman shouted, blocking the dagger stabbing at Feng Ze with one hand, and waving the other hand to protect Feng Ze, followed Feisheng and raised his leg to kick towards the old woman.

At this time, the flying knives flying from the opposite car saw that they were about to stab into Feng Ze's chest, and in such a moment, they heard a clanging sound, a few low shouts, and the sound of doors and windows being slammed open.

Several figures sprang out of several shops on both sides at the same time. Raising his hand, he swiped a few iron thistles, and swung away the flying knife that approached Feng Ze, and at the same time, a gray wind shadow swept through the sword light, and Feng Ze, who was still standing in place, was taken away from the dangerous situation by volleys, and when he was dozens of meters away, several black-clothed people surrounded him in the center.

"Sure enough, there was an ambush, withdraw. Suddenly there was a low shout from the opposite carriage, followed by a huge force on the roof of the carriage, a black-robed man flew into the sky and rushed to the roof on the side, just when his flying figure had not yet flown to the roof on the side, the gray-clothed man who saved Feng Ze moved slightly, but the person was stuck behind him, and a sword in his hand sparkled and swayed, and suddenly it seemed that there were thousands of blue waves running out.

The black-clothed man in front of him was not weak in martial arts, and a leap was lifted upwards again, but those who fled at the same time with him were not so lucky, as if they had been hit by the flood and had no power to fight back, and were instantly drowned by the sword light of the waves rushing over, and the screams immediately rose up, the sword light faded, and the people on the ground on the roof had no legs, some had to be cut off by the waist, some had lost their feet, or they had no heads.

Feng Ze didn't see this, as early as when the sword light rose, a tall figure blocked in front of him and someone said to him: "Your Highness closes your eyes." ”

Closing his eyes and hearing the wailing in his ears, he couldn't help frowning, and there was unbearable and faint sadness in his shocked and unchanged countenance.

Seeing the black-clothed assassin fleeing, the man in gray collected his sword but did not pursue it again.

The flying body jumped down from mid-air and stood beside Feng Ze. "Your Highness is frightened. He said lightly.

Immediately, someone went to clean up the battlefield, and those who were seriously injured were taken away, but they were all spotted with dumb points before they were taken away.

There was the sound of horses' hooves galloping in the distance, and in the blink of an eye, a team of guards rushed to Feng Ze.

"The subordinates are late. Please ask His Royal Highness the Second Prince to punish him. The leading guard knelt down on one leg.

Feng Ze said lightly: "No courtesy." "The face is calm though. But it was a little pale, and the sound of those wails remained in his ears for a long time.

Perhaps seeing Feng Ze's bad complexion, the man asked again, "How is Your Highness?"

Feng Ze shook his head slightly. "Nothing. He said softly.

"Go and report to the palace that the second prince has been attacked. The gray-clothed man next to him took out a black black black iron card from his arms and ordered coldly.

The guard glanced at it, hurriedly turned over and got on his horse, and the group ran to the palace again. Looking at the backs of the guards in the distance, the gray-clothed man saluted Feng Ze: "Your Highness, take care, and then retire." With that, his figure flashed, and several people disappeared.

Feng Ze looked at the place where the person disappeared in a daze, and didn't know what he thought?

"Your Highness, you may feel unwell. Those medicinal powders are very vicious and spicy, and ordinary people will lose their lives if they can't even walk half a step when they hear it. ”

Feng Ze looked at the person who spoke at this time, but it was the familiar beggar he saw when he was in the court every day.

"Are you?" asked Feng Ze lightly.

"Oh, here is the palace guard, who has been sent by His Majesty since half a year ago to disguise himself as a beggar. Every day, he guarded His Royal Highness the Second Prince on this road. The beggar clasped his fists and saluted to introduce himself.

The corners of Feng Ze's mouth pulled a touch of gentleness. "It's hard work, I have an antidote to all poisons, and it's not in the way. ”

The beggar-like guard smiled, "Your Majesty said. Let me wait and see that you don't get hurt by the sword. If it is said that if it is poisonous, there is no need to be afraid. It seems that Jean Majesty guessed correctly. It's the medicine that just now. We also have to be very careful, if we don't cover our mouths and noses, I'm afraid that so many of us won't be able to save Your Royal Highness the Second Prince. ”

Feng Ze looked at the open doors and windows of the shop. With a puzzled expression, "Do you know that gray-clothed man just now?" he asked lightly.

The beggar shook his head, "Isn't he your hidden guard for the second prince?"

Feng Ze didn't make a sound, that person was not Eagle Guard, he thought secretly in his heart, but he had a Xuantie card that commanded ordinary guards.

The beggar-looking guard was also confused, and suddenly he thought of something and said to Feng Ze in a low voice:

"Since His Royal Highness the Second Prince moved into the Xuan Palace, the shops on this street have basically been bought by the royal family except for Juxiang Pavilion, maybe he is a guard hidden in these shops. ”

Feng Ze looked at the guard in beggar's costume for a long time in a daze, and didn't speak for a long time.

"Jingle Jingle Bell"

A bell rang from far and near.

Everyone followed the bell and looked over, but saw three figures floating down from a certain roof in the direction of King Xuan's Mansion, one dark green, one elegant white, and one pink purple.

The sound of the bell came from the pink and purple figure, accompanied by a woman's crisp long sigh: "I said who disturbed my good dreams so early, guessing that you, the second prince of the big dragon, recruited right and wrong again, and it was true." As she spoke, she had already floated in front of Feng Ze, looked him up and down, and then said: "Fortunately, I had the foresight to give you the antidote to all poisons in advance, if it weren't for that, even the gods would not be able to save you today." ”

The corners of Feng Ze's mouth raised into his usual gentle smile, and he clasped his hands together and arched towards Yaoling. "Thank you to the princess and sister-in-law for saving me. ”

In a word, Yaoling blushed with shame, and her beautiful red lips moved slightly, but she couldn't say a word.

The deep and bottomless eyes of Fengzhao on the side swept lightly over Fengze's face, Fengze also looked at him, his eyes met, Fengzhao already knew the hurt in Fengze's heart.

I don't know why there is pity in my eyes, "I'll get used to it in the future." He said this inexplicably.

Feng Ze's clear eyes were a little gloomy.

"They," he replied without a clue, but he didn't say any more.

"Do you know what the nickname of this princess is?" Yaoling asked for no reason, and without waiting for Feng Ze to answer, she asked herself again: "Variety Little Magic Bell, hehe, what is Change, that is, if these people meet me first today, I will give them a hundred and ten ways to die and choose them well." She said lightly, but Feng Ze's eyelids jumped and jumped when she heard it.

"Okay, don't feel bad, you are always the prince of a country, and you will always face war and death in the future. She persuaded Feng Ze, but for some reason there was a faint helplessness and melancholy in the words she said.

Immediately, a clear and bright eye looked at her, and she avoided it with a little weakness, it was the eyes of Yueming looking at her.

"Will you be able to face war and death?" a faint question floated softly.

It was Yueming who asked her.

She pretended not to hear, but the eyes of the wind on the side looked at it again, and there was some depth in her eyes. (To be continued......)