As she spoke, she unfolded a roll of paper in her hand to Feng Yewu to see, there were a few bright red strokes on it, like the shape of a lotus flower, Feng Yewu had never seen this totem, and then pondered for a moment.

"Order the Imperial Guards to find out the source of this tattoo immediately!" Feng Yewu ordered in a cold voice.

Tattoos on their bodies are often hidden tissues on the rivers and lakes. The female assassin was a skilled swordsman, and at first glance she was a trained professional killer. The outlaws in the killer organization have no beliefs and principles, and as long as the money is enough, even the emperor will come to assassinate them.

Someone must have accused! It's just that who is behind the scenes, Feng Yewu has no clue for a while.

In the previous life, the barbarian envoys also set up a banquet in the Appreciation Palace, but there was no assassin. It was precisely because of this that Feng Yewu relaxed his vigilance at the banquet, giving the assassins an opportunity. What was it that made people want to kill her so desperately?

"Yes." Han Yue was about to go out to spread the word, but Feng Yewu stopped her again: "Did the princess of the barbarian tribe say anything?" ”

The princess wanted to take Lu Jue and her relatives away before, but Lu Jue was injured like this, and Feng Yewu also strictly ordered that no one should approach Lu Jue at will without her permission. In this way, I don't know if this unruly princess will make a big fuss.

Hanyue: "The barbarian envoy has already gone to receive the generous gift prepared for him by the Ministry of Rites, and is ready to leave tomorrow." ”

Feng Yewu was a little surprised: "What about the relationship?" ”

"I heard Father-in-law Deming say that the princess saw that Lu Jue even disregarded his life in order to protect you, and her heart was shocked, and it was not appropriate to take Lu Jue away, so she gave up."

Feng Yewu: "It's one thing for Lu Jue to stay, and it's another thing to be close. Why doesn't the princess stop picking others? ”

Han Yue also had some doubts in his words: "This ...... The slave and maid didn't know, it was the princess herself who mentioned that she would no longer be married. ”

"It should be for slavery's sake." A weak and subtle hoarse voice sounded, Feng Yewu turned around in shock, only to see that Lu Jue had opened his eyes at some point!

Lu Jue smiled weakly: "The slave at the banquet did not fulfill the duties of the servant, did not stay by your side at all times, and hoped that Your Majesty would forgive you...... But since the princess has proposed to the slave to make peace, the slave can only rely on a little lip service to slowly persuade the princess in person. ”

When Feng Yewu opened his mouth, he hurriedly grabbed Lu Jue's cold hands and shook them, and listened to Lu Jue's continuation with sorrow and heartache in his eyes.

Han Yue wisely quietly retreated and hurriedly went to summon the imperial doctor. Lu Jue saw that Feng Yewu didn't speak, so he spoke again: "Your Majesty...... Slave ......"

Feng Yewu interrupted him this time: "You took Lone's order to go, and you are not guilty...... Don't say it...... Even if you are guilty, you will ...... if you die to protect the orphans."

She couldn't go on, her nose was sour, and her mind was full of the soft muttering that Lu Jue had before he passed out. Lu Jue's pale face showed his usual gentle smile, and he gently shook Feng Yewu's hands back with a little comfort, without saying a word.

For a while, there were only two masters and slaves left on the side of the bed, and it was quiet.

"That totem...... Can you show the slave? Lu Jue suddenly spoke, Feng Yewu was stunned for a moment, and then remembered that he was talking about the tattoo on the assassin's body.

She picked up the paper that had just landed in a panic from the ground, Lu Jue reached out and took the picture, looked at it for a long time, and frowned slowly.

"This is the lotus totem of Penglai Pavilion......" he muttered, "I saw it once in the scroll I had in my house. ”

Feng Yewu asked: "Penglai Pavilion is a killer organization?" ”

Lu Jue shook his head: "It used to be, but they suddenly disappeared two years ago, I didn't expect it...... Now it is back in the rivers and lakes. ”

Feng Yewu frowned: "Disappeared? Isn't it being sought revenge? ”

Lu Jue raised his head, his gaze was directly opposite Feng Yewu, and after a moment of silence, he said, "I heard that I was ...... It was the king of razing and destroying it himself. ”

Pingyi King Wang Chang Gung?

Feng Yewu summoned his henchman Zhao Muyang.

In the cold side hall, the candlelight was faint, Zhao Muyang, who was dressed in a black suit, knelt on one knee, Feng Yewu stretched out his slender hand to tuck the quilt for Lu Jue, turned around, and threw the paper with the lotus pattern in front of Zhao Muyang: "This is the tattoo on the killer of Penglai Pavilion, you go and find out who instructed the female killer." ”

After finishing speaking, Feng Yewu paused: "I think you understand what I mean." ”

Zhao Muyang held the piece of paper in both hands, saluted Feng Yewu, and jumped out of the side hall of Weiyang Palace.

Lu Jue, who was lying on the bed, smiled bitterly, he sat up with great effort, accidentally tore the wound, and his painful forehead was full of cold sweat, he naturally understood the meaning of Feng Yewu's words, and Zhao Muyang also understood.

"Your Majesty doesn't trust slaves like that?" Lu Jue's voice was hoarse, and his tone was full of bitterness.

Feng Yewu could feel that Lu Jue was looking at him, His Majesty the Emperor, who had never been afraid of heaven and earth, did not dare to look back, to look at those clear and sad eyes, Feng Yewu pursed his lips tightly, and only spoke after a long time: "I don't believe anyone." ”

Lu Jue lowered his head and said hoarsely: "Even if it's a slave?" ”

Feng Yewu clenched his fists and coughed: "You have a good rest." ”

Feng Yewu walked out of the side hall with a dignified and steady gait, but no matter how you look at the back, there is a feeling of running away.