Prime Minister and Yang Jian, Duke of Sui, sat in the carriage and looked pale, because he had already sensed that the situation was wrong in the Zhao Palace.

I'm too big!

Yang Jian has never taken the kings of the Yuwen clan seriously, but now he has controlled the Jingshi and the palace like an iron bucket, the Yuwen clan has no military power, but the lamb in the sheepfold is just a matter of life and death in his own thoughts, not to mention that no one takes them in his eyes anymore!

Emperor Yuwenyun of Tianyuan only took two years to make the Great Zhou people disheartened, and the family, gate lords, and lords represented by Li Mu, the current governor of Bingzhou, and Wei Xiaokuan, the deceased Duke of Yunguo, have abandoned the Yuwen clan without hesitation, and no one will be willing to be loyal to the little emperor on the throne.

Therefore, when he received the invitation of Qi Wang Yuwen a few days ago, Yang Jian didn't take it to heart, in his opinion, he was like a lion with sharp teeth and a sharp mouth, and the clan vassal kings were just fat pigs in captivity in the pigsty, is it necessary for a male lion to be so careful when he comes to the pigsty?

However, today he really almost capsized in the gutter and was assassinated by Yuwen Zhao, thinking about the cold blade that had just swam in front of him countless times, Yang Jian couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat.

"Hahaha!" Yang Jian laughed angrily, angry that he was in danger and didn't know it, and laughed at him for being a waste of Yuwen tricks!

"Do you want to wait for the cup to be thrown and let the armor come and kill? Your dignified vassal king is holding a sharp blade and doesn't even dare to kill the person sitting in front of you, what qualifications do you have to win the world! ”

Yang Jian suddenly put away his smile and showed a murderous expression: "Okay, I originally wanted to do it later, but since you are waiting for death, then you have to blame my father!" ”

"Who starts with that?" He rubbed his saber and muttered to himself, now most of the Yuwen clan has been left in Chang'an City by Yang Jian under various pretexts, and the Xingzhou assassin Shi Yu Wenxuan, who led the troops outside, has been defeated and died, and now the only ones who have the ability to threaten him are Yu Wenliang, the governor of Anzhou, and his eldest son Yu Wenming.

Now it seems that Yuwen Liang is just a short-sighted mediocre talent, as for what is the difference between Yuwen Zhao's youngest son who was supported by the governor of Xiangzhou, Chi Yuan, and his grandson emperor?

"It doesn't matter, the Yuwen Sect is all waste!" Yang Jian sneered, his face full of ridicule.

As soon as the words got off the carriage, Yang Jian, who was sitting in the carriage, involuntarily threw himself forward, and at the same time, there was a piercing whistling sound outside the carriage, and a spicy smell permeated the air, making it difficult for Yang Jian to breathe.

"There are assassins!" Before Yang Jian covered his ears with his hands, he seemed to hear the hoarse shouts of the guards outside the car, and before he got up, he saw blood spilling blood on the curtains around him.

It was the effect of the large amount of blood splashed on the curtain by the attack of the guard guarding the right side of the carriage, which was shocking to watch, but Yang Jian only cared about covering his ears with his hands at this time, and the inexplicable howling sound pierced his head and was about to burst.

Like tens of thousands of chirping cicadas struggling to make their voices in their ears, how can there be such an unbearable sound in this world!

Yang Jian suddenly became vigilant and involuntarily dodged to the side, only to see the figure of the coachman in front of him flickering, and then a spear came through his body and flew behind his cheek.

The moment he staggered, he caught a glimpse of blood on the barrel of the gun, and the spear flew out through the back wall of the carriage. He secretly said that it was not good, lifted the curtain of the car, and looked forward, only to see several masked men on the opposite side, rushing towards him with crossbows in both hands.

Seeing them raise their crossbows and aim their crossbows at him, Yang Jian let go of his hands covering his ears and lifted the wooden plank prepared on the floor of the carriage in front of him to block it, which was two inches thick and had two grips, just to be used as a shield in case of attack.

The wooden board shook suddenly, and Yang Jian found that several arrows behind him were fixed in front of him slightly through the wooden board, and the arrows seemed to be highly poisonous.

Since the last attack, Yang Jian had made a lot of preparations to prevent assassins, and the wooden planks on both sides of the carriage could be opened from the inside to the outside to facilitate escape, so he rolled out of the carriage and fell to the ground.

Looking up, several horseback guards who had been driving the way in front of the carriage had fallen to the ground and died, and the assassins who attacked him were wearing masks no more than ten meters away, and they threw away their crossbows and drew their long knives from their waists and rushed towards them.

The surroundings were very quiet, Yang Jian couldn't hear the sounds around him as if he was deaf, he saw the guards lying in a pool of blood holding their heads and desperately shouting something to him, but he couldn't hear a sound when his mouth opened and closed.

A sense of fear surged into Yang Jian's heart, and suddenly the figures around him longed that several guards had come to him, and then saw that the masked man in front of him had rushed to within a few meters.

The guards stood in front of Yang Jian, and two of them pulled him up with anxious faces to run back, but Yang Jian just stood up and found that the guards in front of him had blood splashing on their heads.

They fell crookedly, and those who appeared in front of Yang Jian were still the masked people, the first one of them held a strange rod against him, and a sharp pain came from his left ear, and then his ear lost sensation.

Pulling his own guard and slamming in front of him, Yang Jian watched the back of his head burst into blood, warm blood splashed on his cheeks, and a bloody breath rushed into his nostrils, making people sick.

Yang Jian was blocked by the dead guards for a fatal blow, he used it as a shield to retreat, and several more guards rushed to his side, Yang Jian didn't have time to be happy but saw those guards splash blood on their heads and chests and then fell to the ground.

What kind of weapons did the Assassins use?

After a brief panic, Yang Jian's blood boiled, and he threw away the guard he was using to block the arrows, pressed his saber and rushed straight towards the masked man in front of him.

I have been fighting on the battlefield for decades, and even if I die, I will die vigorously!

Seeing that the man was also rushing to his eyes with a saber in his hand, Yang Jian suddenly pulled out his knife and slashed at it, and the two cold lights collided together, and then Yang Jian only felt that his saber had been broken in two.

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the other party adjusting his posture and stabbing at him, Yang Jian's blood surged up, did not retreat, but advanced, slightly dodged the blade, and punched the man, the two collided together, Yang Jian only felt a pain in his left ribs, and the other party also dodged his fist.

Looking at the hideous mask in front of him, Yang Jian slammed his head into it, the two heads collided, he was dizzy, and the other party was also staggered back by the impact, Yang Jian couldn't bend down to pick up the sword on the ground, and waved his fists to the other party.

It's not just the sword that kills!

It seems to have returned to more than 30 years ago, when Yang Jian went into battle for the first time but the whole army was defeated, he took his own soldiers to break through in the chaotic army, and cut down the few people all the way, all the personal soldiers were killed, he was knocked off the horse, and an enemy army rushed towards the defenseless young Yang Jian.

No sword, no sword, no teeth! The young Yang Jian was stimulated by the desire to survive and hugged the other party, and he bit the throat of the other party with his teeth and then passed out, but fortunately, his own side then counterattacked and won, and the soldiers saved Yang Jian when cleaning the battlefield.

Seeing Yang Jian rushing frantically, the masked man took his hand into his arms, and then struggled to sprinkle it on Yang Jian's face, a piece of powder flew towards him, Yang Jian's eyes tingled, and he couldn't see anything anymore.

This life is over!

This was the only thought he had when he was kicked in the stomach and fell backwards, and when he leaned back, he was grabbed by several people from behind, this should be the guard who rushed up again, but his eyes were black and he couldn't do anything.

At the same time, Zhao Wangfu.

Zhao Wangyu Wenzhao and Teng Wangyu Wenqi were struggling, because shortly after letting Prime Minister Yang Jian escape, there was a sudden piercing howling sound in the direction where he went, and the news sent by the family general was that Yang Jian's convoy had been attacked.

This is not part of this plan, it must be an assassination planned by other forces, so the question is, do you want to fight hard to make up for it?

As long as he kills Yang Jian, he will be able to turn the tide and save the world of the Yuwen family. Of course, it is possible that Yang Jian's henchmen and generals who were rushed to hear the news first for Wang Qianqian could not enjoy the fruits of victory.

Therefore, it will leave a name in the history books: in August of the second year of the elephant, a certain Wang Yuwen led a number of dead soldiers to kill the powerful minister Yang Jian and the great Zhou when the building was about to fall, and it was a pity that the party members of the powerful ministers were chopped into meat puree.

The blessings of the Great Zhou Yuwen family in the world must not be enjoyed, but there must be a copy of the cold pork enshrined in the Taimiao every year, or a close-up portrait of himself will also be hung in the Taimiao for future generations to hang.

Therefore, Teng Wang Yuwen immediately decided to rush out of Zhao Wangfu with his entourage and galloped in the opposite direction, there was that assassin who didn't know whether to live or die provoked Prime Minister Yang Jian, he didn't want to get involved.

This time in the Zhao Wangfu assassination Prime Minister Yang Jian failed, when he came back to his senses, he will definitely not give up, if the assassin succeeds, he can sit back and enjoy his success, if he fails, he doesn't want to be a substitute for the ghost.

Looking at Wang Shuyu Wenguan, who was gone, he looked at his father eagerly: "Father, this opportunity is rare!" ”

The assassin made such a loud noise, it seemed that Yang Jian was either dead or injured, and there were dozens of armor soldiers in his own palace, as long as he rushed over to replenish the knife with one go, then Yang Jian would not be able to escape his own surprise attack even if he dodged the assassin.

In the future, as long as you can stick to the palace for one day, then the situation will change greatly, and all the uncles will definitely be able to eradicate Yang Jian's henchmen by taking matters together.

"Keep the door closed, and no one will be allowed to go out!" Yuwen Zhao finally made up his mind.

The timing is not right, the city patrol soldiers will arrive soon, even if they can kill Yang Jian, they will not be able to resist the counterattack of Yang Jian's henchmen, there is no need to risk it for others, this attack will attract Yang Jian's attention to the past, and the matter of his premeditated assassination in the mansion may be able to prevaricate.

Look for opportunities to fight back in the future, and there will be opportunities in the future......

On the street, corpses were littered.

"Master Lang, it's no longer good, let's withdraw quickly!" Yang Ji, who was wearing a mask, looked at the cavalry galloping in front of him and said anxiously, "There will be opportunities in the future!" ”

"Later? Hahahaha! Yu Wenwen laughed and pushed Yang Ji away, and rushed towards Yang Jian, who was struggling to get up not far in front of him, "But Yang Jian is right in front of you!" ”

Fang Cai Yuwen Wen took Yuwen Fifteen, Zhang Yu, Lin Youdi and Yang Ji to assassinate Yang Jian who escaped from Zhao Wangfu, and had already stabbed Yang Jian in hand-to-hand combat.

When Yang Jian's entourage was about to shake up his spirit and fight back, he rushed forward to entangle, Yuwenwen, Yang Ji, and Zhang Yu struggled to solve them one by one, but Yang Jian had been helped to run backwards for a distance.

At this time, the cavalry patrolling the city had already arrived at the scene, and now they were thinking about a few of them rushing towards them.

Yu Wenwen was determined to die this time, and estimated that he could kill Yang Jian before the cavalry rushed forward, so he rushed towards him despite Yang Ji's dissuasion.

His arms were injured and he couldn't swing the knife strongly, and when he stabbed Yang Jian, his arm strength was also insufficient, and the knife was slow, causing Yang Jian to dodge and fall short.

"As long as you can solve him, what about death!" Yu Wenwen pulled out a dagger and rushed towards Yang Jian, who staggered backwards with his eyes closed and supported by a guard.

"Yang Jian, take your life!"