Ying Shuo used his life to buy enough time for Ying Zheng behind him, Montaigne stepped forward again, took Ying Shuo's position, and the generals behind him pounced on him desperately, although he was immediately knocked away by the assassin's punch one by one, but it also successfully played a role in delaying, more and more guards squeezed in, carrying the assassin to the middle of the lobby, and could no longer pose a threat to Ying Zheng. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

This assassin is also brave, although he has suffered several wounds, his moves are still fierce, in front of the copper claw, the black armor of the janissary guard did not play the slightest protective role, more than a dozen people were killed on the spot, and countless people were injured. Fortunately, the assassin kept fighting, bleeding profusely, and his movements became slower and slower as time passed.

Lu Buwei closed his eyes in pain, he could see that the assassin was already at the end of his strong crossbow, and his defeat was fully revealed, and he was afraid that he would not be able to support it for long.

"Poof!"

A spear pierced the Assassin's shoulder blade, and although the Assassin had tried his best to dodge, he was still pierced in half, and the Praetorian Guard quickly retreated, and the shaft of the spear shook, and the wound was suddenly opened into a trench, and the blood flew out of the distance with the shaft of the spear, and the wall was thrown everywhere.

The assassin snorted, and was directly discarded, and the moment was full of flaws, those janissaries saw the opportunity, where there was no reason not to make a move, they heard a puff puff into the flesh, the assassin's whole body stiffened, and finally stopped moving.

Montaigne strode forward, unveiled the mask of the assassin, and saw an old face come into view, Montaigne raised his head with a heavy face, and looked at Lü Buwei, this assassin he had seen, and he had seen it more than once, this person was none other than Lao Lu, the protégé of the Prime Minister's Mansion.

Why did the Menzi of the Prime Minister's Mansion become an assassin, how did he evade the search of the guards and hide on the roof, and who instructed him, a series of questions touched the nerves of countless people, making everyone's eyes constantly converge and change on Yingzheng and Lü Buwei.

"Whew."

Ying Zheng let out a long breath, hugged Lu Qing, and said in a very regretful tone: "This assassin is good, but it's a pity that he is too fierce, this little brother of the lonely can't help but be scared, I'm afraid it won't work." ”

Hearing this, everyone shifted their attention to Lu Qing, only to see that this eight-year-old doll, her round face had turned purple, her eyes were round, and there was faint mucus flowing out of her nose and mouth.

"Thinking about the assassin's sneak attack just now, this kid choked all of a sudden, and Lone just saw it."

As soon as Ying Zheng let go, he threw Lu Qing's body aside casually, and wiped his hands when he was done, as if he had thrown away a piece of garbage.

"Qing'er!"

Zhen seemed to have been struck by lightning, and her whole person was numb, and she didn't react until this time, only to see her stepping on the pieces of mess under her feet, and suddenly fell on Lu Qing's corpse, and her hands tightly grasped Lu Qing's arm and shook violently!

"Qing'er! Qing'er! Wake up! Wake up!! ”

The bloody cry of Zhen's cuckoo shook everyone's hearts fiercely, no one thought that a good meal would turn out to be the current step, Lu Buwei's face was pale, and he stood there stunned without saying a word, but his eyes were full of hatred when he looked at Ying Zheng!

"It's you! It's you! You murderer! ”

Zhen hugged Lu Qing's corpse and cried bitterly, and accidentally discovered that there were two crimson handprints on Lu Qing's delicate neck, and as time passed, the color of the handprints became darker and darker, and finally clearly appeared on Lu Qing's neck - Lu Qing was not suffocated to death after choking at all, but was strangled to death.

Zhen, who was crying and wearing makeup, was like a ghost, viciously pounced on Yingzheng, and the terrible howl was like coming from the Nine Netherworlds, with infinite grievances and killing intent.

It's just that at this time, there were guards everywhere in front of and behind Ying Zheng, how could Zhen lean forward, and just a few steps after rushing, he was knocked to the ground by the guards on both sides. But Zhen is not reconciled, she uses her hands and feet at the same time, scratching and scratching, and refusing to stop her nails turning upside down, she only thinks about revenge now, no matter whether the identity of the murderer is a common person or a king!

"Humph! Another assassin! ”

Ying Zheng sat in his original position without care, turned his head to Lu Buwei and said: "The old man who died should be the disciple of your house, and the woman who is now assassinating is your wife, Lu Xiang, Xiang's father!" Don't you have anything to say? ”

Lu Buwei glanced coldly at Zhao Ji, who was sitting on the side, and suddenly looked up to the sky and laughed: "I, Lu Buwei, have been in business for many years, and I have only lost twice, the first time was in defending the country, and I lost hundreds of lives up and down the Lu family!" And this second time is today, I watched my eldest son force his own father and detain his mother in order to seize power! He even killed his own brother with his own hands! If there is anything to regret, it is that when Zhao Ji was pregnant with you, I should have dug you out and smashed you to death! ”

As soon as Lü Buwei said this, all the ministers present were stunned, they had heard this before, but at that time they were all heard as rumors, no one believed it, and no one dared to believe it, today Lü Buwei said it openly in front of everyone, especially in front of Yingzheng and Zhao Ji, which has confirmed the authenticity of the rumors, which makes the eyes of those former ministers of the Qin Dynasty and the military officials looking at Yingzheng all become playful.

"Hmph, do you still want to bite back when you are dying? Zhao Gao! ”

Zhao Gao, who was next to him, heard Yingzheng's call, and hurriedly ran to the front, and said to the ministers in the hall: "Before the first king passed away, he said in the dormitory that there is no mistake or omission in the identity of the current king, and there is even evidence from the queen mother during the period, and the old ministers of the court and the central government were also present at the time, and this matter must not be faked." ”

"Zhao Gao, you shameless villain!"

Lu Buwei was furious and wanted to step forward to slap Zhao Gao, but he was stopped by the guards, and then clasped his arms.

"Lone again, lone is the son of the first king, the bloodline is noble, if someone dares to use this matter to disturb the peace of my Great Qin, punish the nine clans!"

Ying Zheng stood on the stage, staring coldly at the ministers under the hall, Montaigne and other military members are firm-minded, unless there is direct evidence, they will not doubt the identity of King Qin, and those civil ministers can be more lively, but in the face of the black-armored guards around them, how dare they say more, one by one like a quail with a shrunken head, very honest.

"Lü Buwei was dissatisfied with the Qin State in his heart, and deliberately spread rumors to disturb the country's capital, not only that, but he also had murderous intentions towards Lonely, and even arranged assassins to assassinate him in the middle of the banquet! The sin is unforgivable, and the nine tribes should be punished according to the law! However, considering that he had contributed a lot to my Great Qin, he was exempted from the death penalty, but the capital crime could be avoided and the living crime could not be escaped, so he was sentenced to be imprisoned in the prison, and he was not allowed to step out of the prison door for life, and he was not pardoned! ”

"As for this woman......"

Ying Zheng flicked his sleeves and walked out of the hall.

"Tomorrow at noon, the car cracks!" (To be continued.) )