Chapter 165: The Murder Weapon in the World

Before the divorce from the crown prince, Xie Yanhe often stayed in the palace, but her palace was not far from the Qianyuan Hall where Wei Zhao lived every day, but today, Xie Yanhe rested directly in the Qianyuan Palace.

And the original owner of this palace took refuge on the bed in the outer hall.

Early the next morning, Xie Yanhe finished a small half bowl of shredded chicken porridge and a small plate of almond tofu with little appetite, and just put down his teeth, he saw Wei Zhao from the early dynasty coming, and he was like a cloud behind him.

Xie Yanhe stood up: "Your Majesty." ”

Wei Zhao was still wearing the court clothes of the early dynasties, a wide robe with dark gold dragon patterns, sun, moon and stars embroidered in dark color, with large sleeves, a jade belt around his waist, a big red knees on his head, and twelve hanging beads covering half of his face.

Through the still bead curtain, you can see his majestic and cold eyebrows, the high bridge of his nose, the corners of his lips tightened, the sharp lines with a killing aura, and the domineering and fierce imperial power rushing to his face, which makes people tremble.

"Hurry up." Wei Zhao held Xie Yanhe's arm, glanced at the breakfast that hadn't moved much on the table, and frowned slightly: "Is the breakfast unappetizing?" ”

Xie Yanhe shook his head, looked up at Wei Zhao, and said in a rare and virtuous manner: "Your Majesty, you bend down, and I will help you take off the crown." ”

Wei Zhao raised his eyebrows, in the whole world, the only one who dared to order himself to bend down was the little girl in front of him.

Xie Yanhe's height is slender and tall among women, but Wei Zhao is more heroic and tall than ordinary men, and Xie Yanhe's height is only as tall as Wei Zhao's shoulders.

"Your Majesty." Wei Zhao didn't react for a long time, and Xie Yanhe couldn't help but sigh: "Isn't the crown sinking?" ”

Wei Zhao smiled slightly, bent down like a stream, and the bead curtain on his head collided, making a "ding-dong-dong" sound. Wei Zhao only felt a light on his head, and the crown had been taken off by Xie Yan and his hands.

Her plain hands held the heavy imperial crown, the brilliant gold and dazzling pearls were not as smooth as her fingertips, and her slender fingers were as green as jade.

Wei Zhao lost his mind for a while.

Xie Yanhe took the mutton fat white jade hairpin handed over by Feng Hui and fixed it on Wei Zhao's bun, she took a step back, wrapped her hands around Wei Zhao's thin, tight waist, and removed the knee covering around his waist.

The two were very close. Between Wei Zhao's breaths, Xie Yan and the body fragrance on his body were like blue musk, and a refreshing sweetness seemed to flow into his heart. Especially the warm little hands, even through the layers of deep clothes, you can feel the soft and boneless touch. Wei Zhao's ink eyes suddenly deepened.

When Xie Yanhe helped Wei Zhao take off the knee covering, she straightened up, only to find that the palace people in the main hall had all retreated at some point.

Xie Yanhe was stunned, and his pretty face, which was as white as jade, suddenly appeared with two intoxicating colors. She must have been deluded just now to make such a frivolous behavior.

"I'll make you a bowl of steamed cheese." Wei Zhao secretly admired the beauty's drunken delicate appearance for a while, and was reluctant to let her continue to be embarrassed, so he couldn't help but divert the topic.

Xie Yanhe secretly breathed a sigh of relief, she was afraid that Wei Zhao would use this to make fun of herself.

"No, Your Majesty. I can't eat it. Xie Yanhe refused Wei Zhao's feeding, and looked at Wei Zhao's eyes expectantly and worriedly: "Your Majesty, is there any news for my brother?" ”

"The dark guard only spread it yesterday, and the news hasn't been so fast." At the mention of Xie Han, the pleasure hidden in Wei Zhaomo's eyes disappeared in an instant, looking at Xie Yanhe's worried appearance, Wei Zhao couldn't say what he guessed in his heart, so he could only say slowly: "Don't worry, I won't let Jiang Ming have an accident." ”

"Your Majesty, you must give me an explanation for this matter." Xie Yanhe's eyelashes fluttered, her long eyelashes were like a butterfly fluttering among the flowers, but her gaze was very resolute, and there was a very contradictory beauty in the fragility.

"I'm not going to give up!"

……

The first night of Xie Han's assassination.

In a dense forest in Jixian County, Xie Han looked at the assassin who pounced, his feet did not move, one arm was blocked, and his backhand was a sword.

The assassin's blood spurted out of his neck in an instant, and a thick mist of blood splashed on Xie Han's cold jade-like cheeks, and he didn't even blink his eyelashes, allowing the warm blood to run across his tightly healed jaw.

"Master Hou, are you okay?" Xie Han's own soldiers hurriedly rushed up. If he was not mistaken, the knife on Hou Ye's arm was taken to meet it. The subordinate felt very strange.

These assassins had been following them for two days, and the scouts had already detected them, but Hou Ye did not move, not only that, but he also separated the team and placed them in the rear to protect Mrs. Hou. As for Hou Ye, he only brought ten good hands and went directly into the dense forest.

To say that these assassins are also stupid. The subordinates were familiar with the military books, and they followed Xie Han's side, and it was easy to guess that Hou Ye's hand was obviously luring the enemy to go deeper, but these assassins seemed to have no brains, and they thought that they had found an opportunity to take advantage of it, so they chose to do it in the dense forest.

Although there were a total of thirty assassins, three times as many as them, with the kung fu of these three-legged cats, Hou Ye alone could solve them.

"Where's the living mouth?" Xie Han's cold, murderous voice interrupted his subordinates' musings.

The subordinate immediately came to his senses and hurriedly replied, "The subordinate has removed their chins, so bring people over." ”

Just as the subordinates went to pick up people elsewhere, another subordinate who came up took out the white yarn and soju that were ready at any time and helped Xie Han bandage the wound on his arm.

The subordinate tore open Xie Han's sleeve, only to see a long cut on his muscled left arm, which looked bloody.

In fact, when Xie Han was facing the enemy, the muscles on his arms tightened, the tip of the assassin's knife was hindered, the stab was not deep, and the wound only stayed on the flesh, just looking terrible.

The subordinates' movements were very fast, and by the time Xie Han's wounds were bandaged, the two remaining live wounds had been lifted.

This group of assassins originally followed Xie Han into the dense forest, and when they were about to make a move, they found out that they had fallen for the Marquis of Jingping. Without him, it's just because these guards around Jingping Hou are too good.

In less than a stick of incense between the two sides, the Assassins' side was reduced from thirty to twelve. On the side of Marquis Jingping, the guards didn't even have any injuries.

Just as the remaining assassins hesitated to retreat, they found that Jingpinghou was left alone. Although the Assassins felt that it might be a trap, the single Xie Han was too tempting for them, and these Assassins were willing to take risks.

Of course, there is another main reason: the appearance of Jingping Hou is too deceptive. Although the Assassins had heard of the young general's prestige from rumors, they had the impression that the martial arts Marquis Jingping should be an ape-armed bee-waisted figure with a full beard.

As a result, the Assassins discovered that the Marquis of Jingping was a little white face that could not be distinguished. His posture is as tall as a bamboo, and his gestures are not only not rude at all, but full of the elegance and beauty of the children of the aristocracy.

What surprised these assassins even more was the appearance of the Marquis of Jingping. Which of the generals on the battlefield is not rough skin and sharp edges, but this Marquis of Jingping has a face like a crown of jade, a high nose bridge, red lips, a pair of peach blossom eyes with three points of grace and affection even when he is not smiling, his eyebrows are beautiful, handsome and beautiful, which makes people reluctant to take their eyes off.

The assassins then had the illusion that Marquis Jingping could have today's military exploits because they had robbed his subordinates of the credit.

As a result, the Assassins were quickly slapped in the face.

The eight assassins besieging Jingpinghou were all top experts, and after they embellished Xie Han, before they could show their weapons, they saw Jingpinghou casually draw the long sword hanging from his waist, as if cutting melons and vegetables, ruthlessly harvesting the lives of the assassins.

Xie Han's tricks are not so gorgeous, but crisp and neat, every sword is a direct hit, in his hands, there is not even a single enemy.

Xie Han's face was expressionless when he killed, and his calm and unwavering eyebrows revealed a disregard for life, but his eyes were unusually bright, like the rising sun, and the scorching light seemed to sting the assassin's eyes.

The assassins lived a life of licking blood at the tip of a knife, and they were prepared to kill and be killed, but looking at the handsome and terrifying young man in front of them, they still felt a deep tremor in their hearts, as if the person in front of them was no longer a human, but a devil.

In the blink of an eye, there were only three assassins left on the field. Seeing that the situation was not good, the three of them turned around and ran.

Among them, the last assassin could not dodge, so he could only turn back to face the battle, when he stabbed Jing Pinghou in the arm, his eyes suddenly burst out with an incredible light, however, his eyes just appeared with surprise emotion, and in an instant, he became the soul of Jing Pinghou's knife.

The other two Assassins who escaped did not have time to rejoice, so they were stopped on the road by Jingpinghou's subordinates, and in a few ups and downs, they were captured alive by Jingpinghou's subordinates.

When the two assassins were removed from their jaws and pushed in front of Xie Han, a cold shiver suddenly appeared in the tail vertebrae, and the two of them looked at Xie Han as if they had seen a ghost.

"Who sent you?" Obviously, Fang Fang had just experienced a life-and-death battle, but Xie Han's jade-white face did not even have a trace of sweat, and his eyes as he looked at the two assassins were extremely cold, but his sharp gaze seemed to be able to penetrate people's hearts.

The two Assassins, who had been tied up with flowers, had their jaws lifted and were speechless.

Xie Han casually finished asking this sentence, as if he didn't care about the assassin's answer. He withdrew his gaze casually, and ordered his subordinates: "Take people down, be sure to pry their mouths open." ”

The subordinate received the order and stuffed the assassin into a carriage that had been prepared long ago.

Xie Han touched his chin, said "hmm", and said to his cronies: "Go back and report to my wife, just say that I am missing, and ask her to go to the nearest mansion for help." ”

Although the subordinates did not understand what they meant, they still forbade it, and disappeared outside the dense forest in a blink of an eye.

Xie Han looked at the dense forest, a pair of peach blossom eyes narrowed slightly, and the cold glint in his eyes flashed.

Although the crown princess was even more stupid than she imagined, she actually instructed someone to do the assassination, although Xie Han was bored, she didn't want to make a big deal about it.

In this position of the prince, if there is a wife who is always dragging his feet, why worry about not being able to find a handle.

But his own injuries can't be suffered in vain, so why should Your Majesty give an explanation. Xie Han's eyes floated deep thinking, and it depended on how he operated.