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Yun Yuxiang's laughter stopped abruptly, and a mouthful of blood suddenly spurted out of his mouth.

"His Royal Highness the Crown Prince!"

The secret guard was startled, and let out a wail that could be described as earth-shattering, but it did not provoke the slightest echo in the palace.

Everyone only cares about the death of the emperor, where can they care about an outdated prince? Even when I heard this voice, I would only think that this "sick" His Royal Highness the Crown Prince was estimated to be seriously ill and died.

However, at this time, a prince died, an emperor died, and more importantly, the emperor was obvious.

After Yun Yuxiang spit out a mouthful of blood, he looked at the silver needle on his chest in disbelief, his fingers moved, and he took two steps back, but he couldn't control the fall of his body.

His secret guard looked at the silver needle on his chest, his pupils shrank, and he wanted to help him, but he let Yun Yuxiang fall down with sneer.

He watched His Royal Highness the Crown Prince look at him blankly, his heart twitched, and he gave birth to a kind of panic.

"Who is it? Who is it? Who is it! He closed Yun Yuxiang's eyes and looked around fiercely.

Who did it? actually killed His Royal Highness the Crown Prince right under his nose! Unexpectedly, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince died without turning a blind eye!

He drew his sword and slashed wildly in all directions, shattering the tables and chairs in the room, but with a bit of a bluff.

He walked out the door and yelled, "If you have the ability, you can come out!" What kind of hero is a man who hides and hides? ”

As soon as he spoke, his voice was a little sharp, a little like that of a eunuch.

He was already crazy, his eyes were red, and the masked towel on his face had long since flown away, revealing a pale face without a beard.

Yuan Shanjia sneered and covered the wound on his right hand.

Blood seeped out of the cloth wrapped around the wound again, and she felt a little sticky to the touch.

The silver needle that had just killed Yun Yuxiang was shot by Yuan Shanjia.

Under normal circumstances, the secret guard should be able to spot her secret weapon.

But the guard was so worried that he didn't pay any attention to his surroundings.

So now that he's crazy, he can only blame himself and no one else. If he was more serious and careful, Yun Yuxiang would at least not be killed with one blow, and might live a little longer.

"A two." Yuan Shanjia said softly, his face was cold, and he didn't seem to care very much about human life.

Jia Er nodded slightly, and clasped a blade in his hand, which was the one that the assassin had received from before.

She injected internal force into it and bounced it in the direction of the Dark Guard.

Boom ~ Boom ~ At this time, the thunder was loud and deafening.

The thunder drowned out the sound of the blade breaking through the air, and the comforter, dressed in black, only knew how to roar in the courtyard, shouting for Yuan Shanjia and the others to come out, and he didn't notice the hidden weapon at all.

It wasn't until the secret weapon slashed through his throat that he felt a pain, and then he saw blood splatter.

Warm blood splattered into his eyes, and he couldn't help blinking, feeling a little hot, and his eyes became blurry.

Why...... It was the last thought in his mind, and he was as dead as his master.

Yuan Shanjia came out of the darkness without looking at the corpse on the ground.

She walked into the house. Is there still Yun Yuxiang's body lying in the house?

Of course, she didn't have the bad habit of whipping corpses, but she still wanted to confirm that Yun Yuxiang was indeed dead.

lest you not die completely, and then come back to look for trouble.

The master said that the consequence of leaving the whole corpse of the enemy is likely to leave an adventure for the other party. In case the other party is not completely dead and is saved by a mysterious person, then the last unlucky person may be himself.

So Yuan Shanjia is ready to take some measures to prevent this kind of thing from happening.

Yun Yuxiang's corpse was placed upright by the secret guards. But the eyes that the dark guard had closed with his hands opened again.

His eyes widened, staring straight at the roof, his eyes were gray and gray, and his pupils had long since lost focus. His mouth was slightly open, as if revealing an unwilling look.

Yuan Shanjia looked at Yun Yuxiang's death, and finally felt a lot happier in his heart.

Although he didn't torture Yun Yuxiang much in the end, the destruction of his ambition to be the emperor and the killing of him with his own hands were enough to make Yuan Shanjia happy.

The mental torture is far more painful than the physical one.

Yun Yuxiang's biggest ambition is to become an emperor, and everything he does is to become an emperor, whether it is to win over the virtuous king Yun Youli, or to hook up with Yuan Shanqi, or to hook up with Yuan Shanjia in the middle.

All of this is for the sake of being an emperor!

But Yuan Shanjia provided information to others, which made her plan ruined. Let him fail miserably.

And Yun Yuxiang is not willing to wait for the emperor to die and become the emperor, but the emperor is also good to him, treat him with good food and drink, and he has not always held it in his own hands, as long as there is no mistake, he will be the one who ascends the throne. But he is still ready to seek a usurpation of the throne, which shows his wolf ambitions.

Yuan Shanjia sneered and took out a pack of yellow-white medicine powder from the Chinese medicine bag.

She slashed Yun Yuxiang's chest with a blade, and red blood gushed out. She poured the medicinal powder into her blood, and Yun Yuxiang dissipated into a pool of blood at an extremely fast speed.

Yuan Shanjia stood up, and a burden was lifted in his heart, and he was a lot more relaxed. However, her body did shake, and her body took a few steps back, if it wasn't for Jia Er's support, she would have fallen.

"Miss, let's go back quickly!"

A second picked up Yuan Shanjia by the waist, and without waiting for Yuan Shanjia to reply, he ran outside.

The wound on Won's arm cracked open again, and the blood had soaked the cloth on the outside.

On the black clothes, it was not conspicuous and could not be seen, but Jia Er smelled a heavy smell of blood, and he had already washed away all the medicinal powder that covered the smell of blood.

"Miss, is there any powder to cover up the smell?" Jia Er asked as he quickly swept towards the west gate.

Yuan Shanjia weakly escaped from his chest and poured some on himself. But it's only roughly covered up, and you can still smell it when you get closer.

But this is also something that can't be helped, Yuan Shanjia is bleeding all the time, and the smell of blood on his body has gathered to a certain concentration.

Jia Er couldn't help but hold Yuan Shanjia's hand tightly, a little nervous.

"Don't worry." Won Sun-ga patted her arm.

"Now that the emperor is dead, the stinky medicine on that assassin should also work, and it will attract most of the people to pass."

Jia Er nodded slightly and said, "The subordinates will take the young lady out safely." ”

She jumped up with Yuan Shanjia in her arms, reached a higher place, and observed the surrounding form.

Most of the surrounding Imperial Forest Army really went in the direction of the south, and the lights basically accumulated in the central part of the Taihe Palace.

Whining cries were heard in the wind from all the palaces.

Not every concubine has the opportunity to cry in front of the emperor's palace.

At this time, they could only whimper in front of their maids in their own small palaces.

However, they were not saddened by the emperor's death, but worried about their future fate.

As the concubines of the emperor who has died, if they have children and daughters of higher rank, it is fine, and if they are of lower rank, that is, these women who are not even qualified to cry spirits, they face only one fate, that is, burial, that is, death.

(To be continued.) )