In the spring of the twelfth year of Hongli, Emperor Zhao Su Zhuoye died.

Then, according to the edict of the first emperor, the crown prince Su Jin was passed on.

Before the succession ceremony begins, the enthronement ceremony is to be performed, and the Zen sacrifice to the heavens is followed, followed by the sacrifice to the temple.

According to the plan, the assassination was to be carried out at the festival.

Chen Jun had already changed his outfit, and he sat quietly in the chariot, with various medicinal powders in his sleeves and daggers tied to his trouser legs, which was the limit of what he could prepare.

The convoy moved forward slowly, and the sound of the wheels sounded regularly.

Chen Jun touched his palm, sweating, but not much.

He was a little nervous, but it was much better than the last time he was shivering in the car.

Chen Jun recalled his experience during this time, which was really impossible to meet in the past 20 years, and it was not a thrill once or twice, but over time, it really changed a lot.

This change is inevitable relative to the future.

Thinking like this, Chen Jun became calmer, he had actually seen a bigger scene, the battle on the battlefield, the sea of corpses and blood, and the sea of stars, which was not grander than what he was in front of.

Chen Jun glanced out the window through the curtain that was blown open by the wind, Su Zhuojuo was dressed in white, sitting on a horse, and when he saw him looking over, he bowed his head slightly.

The curtain quickly fell, blocking the two from looking at each other.

But at this moment, Chen Jun's heart was already stable, so he didn't feel that time was difficult.

Before long, the convoy in front of him suddenly stopped, and Chen Jun suddenly understood that the plan had begun, and his right hand hung down at his side, although he did not move, he was always on guard.

There were already screams outside, and the noisy footsteps were getting closer and closer, Chen Jun lifted the curtain, frowned and asked, "What's going on?" ”

"Returning to His Majesty, someone has assassinated!" A black-clad guard commander bent down and clenched his fists and said respectfully.

Chen Jun looked at the black-clothed man who was fighting bloodily in the distance, and sighed in his heart, there were a few familiar faces he had seen many times, but now, they had only one identity, and that was assassins.

He heard his expressionless voice say: "Seize them, they want to live, and then interrogate the mastermind behind the scenes." ”

"Yes, Your Majesty."

The commander of the guard just wanted to order his subordinates, but he didn't want to, and several men who were also dressed in guard clothes pulled out long knives, and three knives slashed into his chest at the same time.

No one thought of it, except for Chen Jun.

Blood splashed in the air, reflected on the cold blade of the forest, like a red plum in the snow, extremely cold.

The disguised assassins kicked the corpse of the guard commander under the chariot, and the blood-stained blades were aimed at Chen Jun at the same time.

Chen Jun clenched his hands, but he could only dodge extremely wolfly, because as we all know, the crown prince does not know martial arts, he can use some small means, but if it is really revealed, then the emperor will not only not protect him, but will also let him be the scapegoat.

So Chen Jun can only pretend to be difficult and thrilling to dodge, the real crisis is not here, these people seem to be ruthless, but it is impossible to really want his life.

The key is that the real Liwang people who appeared behind, hundreds of archers, directly shot more than half of the people present.

He is the focus of attention.

He didn't know what was going on with the rest of the matter, but the evidence of King Li's rebellion was conclusive, and no one would be caught by the fact that the prince used a stand-in to escape his life.

In this game, King Li has to enter.

Even if he doesn't make a move, someone will disguise evidence to identify him afterwards, and since he is also dead, Su Zhuolie is obviously more willing to resist.

Another knife in the face.

- Really, why do you always like to put it on your face, and don't you know that he is disguised?

Chen Jun sighed, decisively gave up his image, and rolled off the carriage from behind.

As soon as he stood up, before he could stand firmly, someone grabbed him by the arm.

"Let's go!"

The voice was urgent and cold, and after Chen Jun recognized who it was, he was slightly relieved.

"Uncle Huang......"

Su Zhuoju pulled out the soft sword at his waist, and lightly blocked the attacks of the assassins, and only glanced at him lightly, but there was a hint of familiarity in his eyes.

He repelled the four opponents with a sword, pulled Chen Jun back a few steps, and slowly wrote on Chen Jun's palm with the cover of his sleeve.

-- Play dead.

Chen Jun couldn't help but look at him twice.

――Are you sure?

Su Zhuoju glanced at him and squeezed his arm hard under his palm.

Well, Chen Jun thought about it carefully, this method is feasible, and he can be regarded as truly free by faking his death.

Su Zhuoju's fight with those assassins seemed to be fierce, but in fact, he didn't have much killing intent, he was waiting, waiting for King Li's men to appear.

At that time, there will be real chaos, and Chen Jun will have a chance to really get out, Su Zhuoju's wrist flicked, and the tip of the sword was like a quiet wave of clear water, swinging out ten sword qi, forcing several people to be unable to attack.

The chaos grew bigger and bigger, and suddenly, Chen Jun saw the silver light reflected by the sun in the attics of the trees on both sides.

-- It's an arrow.

Li Wang began to move, Chen Jun returned his hand to hold Su Zhuojuo's left hand, and the two looked at each other.

Su Zhuoju nodded almost undetectably. He held his sword in his chest, and his sword qi scattered.

At the same time, nearly a hundred arrows burst out in an instant.

Chen Jun watched Su Zhuoju take a step forward with his feet raised, his wrist volleyed in the air, blocking the arrows that flew over, and then his wrists rotated, rotating together with the arrows, and then forcefully let them fall back in the original direction.

He estimated the difference in strength between himself and Su Zhuoju.

In terms of strength, he is stronger, but he is still far inferior in skill and experience, compared to the two, although he is not without the strength to fight back, but he wants to defeat, unless his several attributes are more than five on average.

Or the martial arts skills have reached an advanced level.

But by that time, he might already be in the next world.

Chen Jun sighed, he could only rely on reversing the plot to get the cause, this method was too simple, he should study whether there were other ways.

Arrows in one place, blood in one place, corpses in another.

After several rounds in a row, Su Zhuoju was also a little unable to hold on, Chen Jun looked at a few abrasions on his arm, and then looked at the surrounding situation, it was estimated that it was almost the same.

Su Zhuoju's speed of drawing his sword was slightly slower, and he missed an arrow.

Chen Jun estimated the distance and strength, and then at the moment when the arrow pierced his chest, he grabbed the tail of the arrow to make sure that it would not stab too deeply, and then closed his eyes and fell back.

Su Zhuoju swept away a piece of arrow feathers, reached out to hug Chen Jun's body, and with a movement of his fingers, he popped out a pill into his mouth.

At this moment, another arrow struck in the distance.

The arrow wind is sharp, and no one can match it, and it comes in an instant.

Su Zhuoju's pace was stunned, it was too late to hide, and the other party seized the opportunity too well.

The arrow pierced his shoulder completely, blood smearing in the white.

Su Zhuoju wrung off the arrow feather, pulled out the arrow, and threw it on the ground.

Su Zhuolie stepped out from behind the archer.

He looked at the two of them condescendingly.

Su Zhuoju put down Chen Jun and injected the internal force into the soft sword, and the sword body was instantly straight and sharp as snow.

"Nine Emperor Brother, your swordsmanship, I haven't learned it for a long time, I don't know if there is any regression?"

Su Zhuo frowned, looking at the sword light that Su Zhuolie swung over, but his hand was a little relieved, and the penetrating wound on his right shoulder was not light.

The two swords intersected, the momentum was urgent and fierce, Su Zhuolie's sword was heavier, Su Zhuolie's sword was light and agile, and when he resisted each other, he was defeated after all.

The long sword in King Li's hand was pointed at the side of Su Zhuoju's neck, and the cold tip of the sword provoked his chin.

"Nine Emperor Brothers, Su Jin is dead, you admit defeat!"

Su Zhuoju shook his head.

"No, this time, it's you who lose."

As soon as the words fell, a piece of sand rose in the distance, and the sound of the ground shaking was getting closer and closer.

King Li turned around and looked around, his eyebrows furrowed.

"You've got a good plan!" He put down the blade, glanced at Su Zhuo deeply, and whispered, "That night, you actually wanted to remind me, right?" ”

"......" Su Zhuoju didn't understand what he meant.

Su Zhuolie laughed twice, turned around and confronted Su Jin in the distance with his soldiers and horses.

"King Li, you intend to rebel, your crime is extremely evil, and you still don't admit your guilt!" One of the ministers couldn't help but shout.

Su Jin looked at his imperial uncle, sneered in his heart, but made a distressed look on his face: "Fifth Emperor Uncle, I respect you as my elder, but today you made such a big mistake, so don't blame me for being ruthless!" ”

He waved his hand and gave the order, and the surrounding thousands of forbidden soldiers and horses immediately surrounded the hundreds of people of King Li.

Su Zhuolie glanced at everyone and raised his sword to the sky.

"This game does give you the lead, but do you think you can sit back and relax? My army of 10,000 Qin kings is just outside the city, if this king kills them and joins them, and then contacts his old subordinates to make the conspiracy of you and your father public, then there will be no point to who this world will be? King Li said coldly.

Su Jin smiled: "Fifth Emperor Uncle, since I am here, I am naturally completely prepared, and it is absolutely impossible for you to go to meet your army!" ”

"--Because they have all been transferred out of the capital now!"

He waved his hand, and a middle-aged man came out behind him, wearing a Confucian robe, looking at Su Zhuolie and sighing: "Lord Wang, I'm sorry, my Zhou family has been loyal to the royal family for generations, and I can't turn a blind eye to such a rebellious thing as seeking power and usurping the throne, those armies of yours have been broken up and assigned to various stations." ”

Su Zhuolie was stunned for a moment, and then roared angrily: "Zhou Yue, this king can treat you well!" ”

With hatred in his heart, he took the bow and arrow from his horse, aimed it at the opposite side, and shot an arrow.

Zhou Yue retreated, but he was still injured in the thigh, and immediately fled to the back, Su Jin frowned, and waved his hand.

The fighting between the two sides resumed.