The annual festival of the nineteenth year of the reign of King Qin was held in the Yongdu Qi Nian Palace, and on the day before the annual sacrifice ceremony, the king of Qin Yingzheng and the hundred officials sent out from Xianyang and went to Yongdu.

This New Year's Festival is no different from the past, but Ying Zheng specially explained that a celebration banquet was held after the New Year's Festival, and hundreds of officials were invited to summarize the work of the previous year, and the meritorious heroes were commended.

So, this year's New Year's Festival Yingzheng also brought his sons and concubines over, and all of a sudden, the originally empty Qi Nian Palace was filled.

However, in this bustle, Yan Bei's side hall seemed to have been forgotten, deserted, because of the arrival of Yingzheng and others, even the palace people who studied in the past did not come because of work.

It is normal for women not to be allowed to participate in the New Year's festival and not to call her, but tonight's celebration banquet, all the palace concubines and princesses went together, but only Yan Bei was not notified here.

This is really anxious Zhao Gao and Sang.

The two looked at Yan Bei, who was sitting by the candle with an embroidered bandage, and his forehead was sweating in the cold.

Seeing that his master didn't have the consciousness to turn over at all, Zhao Gao, who wanted to turn over, walked in and reminded with a sad face:

"Queen Mother, the banquet is about to start."

"I know." Yan Bei replied with three words and continued the unfinished work at hand.

Zhao Gao was choked by this answer, and only felt speechless.

After being quiet for less than a minute, Sang couldn't help it, looking at the bright lights and noisy voices in the distance, he said weakly outside the door:

"It's already started, the Queen Mother is here, why didn't Your Majesty say to come and please? How can you go to the banquet without being invited! After all, it is His Majesty's mother...... With such a posture, how should the officials treat the Queen Mother in the future......"

She said the latter sentence very lightly, thinking that no one would hear it, but she didn't expect Yan Bei's chuckle to come from behind her.

"Sang, did you know that there is an idiom called uninvited?"

Yan Bei put away the silver needle, put down the bandage and got up to stand up, slowly dusted off the folds on his clothes, and walked towards the outside of the hall.

As he walked, he said to the stunned two: "Let's go, the front hall is so lively, let's go and join in the fun." ”

The two of them were stunned.

"Queen Mother, Your Majesty has not been summoned, and it is probably not appropriate to go rashly, right?" Zhao Gao asked weakly.

He asked so, but when he saw Yan Bei walking forward, his body still followed honestly.

Seeing this, Sang hurriedly followed, although he was apprehensive, but more excited and expectant.

Feeling the emotions of the two people behind him, Yan Bei's eyes were also dyed with a smile, and he led the two of them to the main hall with a majestic spirit.

Along the way, she encountered countless guards, but none of them really dared to stop her, just pretended to stop her, and once she saw her tough attitude, she immediately retreated.

Yan Bei was secretly surprised by the strange behavior of the guards, and raised his eyebrows, but he was a little looking forward to meeting his cheap son.

The gongs and drums in the main hall are noisy, and everyone has no care about it tonight, and they enjoy entertainment, which is almost impossible for the officials of the Qin Dynasty, who have always been diligent and thrifty as their governing policy.

So seize this opportunity, then you must have enough fun, otherwise there will be no store in this village, if you don't hurry up and be happy now, you will regret it when the time comes.

Yan Bei walked outside the main hall, raised his hand to signal Zhao Gao and Sang to wait outside, and entered the main hall alone through the left door.

The location of the side hall is equivalent to the same place as the logistics department, and the palace people are waiting here with wine, melons and fruits, and the arrival of Yan Bei has caused the mood of the palace people to rise.

Two-thirds of these palace people were Yan Bei's students, and only a small part of them from Xianyang were not, and when they saw Yan Bei coming, they almost screamed.

It's a pity that before he could open his mouth, Yan Bei's palace students were stunned and shut up.

Handing his students a well-done appreciative look, Yan Bei came to the back of a pillar in the main hall, raised his eyes to look at the King of Qin who exuded the aura of a superior on the main seat, and was about to go out to see what his expression was, but before he could lift his step, a sharp singing harmony sounded first, and Yan Bei retracted his legs in shock.

"The Yan Envoy Meets --!"

Listening to this singing harmony, the singing and dancing in the hall immediately stopped, and the hundred officials who were making music also immediately rested and groomed, and quickly returned to a serious appearance.

Yan Bei stood behind the big pillar, and when he heard this voice, he didn't know why, and he always felt a little uneasy.

When he raised his eyes and looked out, he saw the palace man leading two young men in.

One of them was dignified, about twenty-four or five years old, holding a scroll of drawings, with a thin callus on his tiger's mouth, and wearing a gray suit, which was so thin that those who didn't know thought it was summer.

The pace of walking is light, and at a glance, you can know that you are practicing internal kung fu.

There was another one, whose body was much thicker than the previous one, with a rough appearance, and a square box in his hand, from which a faint smell of blood wafted out.

I don't know if others have smelled Yan Bei, but she smelled it anyway, and she only felt that it was extremely fishy.

Hurriedly raised his hand to cover his mouth and nose, and then he felt better.

It seems that these five senses are too sensitive, and it is not a good thing.

Just as Yan Bei secretly sighed, the two had already walked in front of Ying Zheng, and under the attention of the hundred officials, the young man holding the scroll took two steps forward, and the distance between him and Ying Zheng was less than one meter.

Yan Bei watched him slowly unfold the scroll from behind the pillar, and his mind suddenly "buzzed" and remembered a famous idiom.

Show one’s true colors in the end!

A killing intent suddenly overflowed, Yan Bei's eyes darkened, and she saw a white light appear in the picture scroll, and she secretly said in her heart.

The picture scroll unfolded, and a sharp dagger suddenly appeared, stabbing straight into Ying Zheng's heart before the officials even noticed!

Ying Zheng immediately found out, was frightened, and hurriedly avoided back, not even having time to call people.

The dagger was menacing, and he was about to stab himself, but Ying Zheng didn't find anything to resist for a while, so he chuckled in his heart, and was ready to sacrifice his arm in an instant.

But just as he was about to block it with his hand, he saw a very fine snow light suddenly appear, "Dang! With a crisp sound, the sharp dagger that was about to stab him slammed, and then shattered in half in front of him.

The man with the dagger in his hand was shocked when he saw this, but he didn't want to lose the opportunity to assassinate, so he immediately picked up the cup on the table and was about to smash it on Yingzheng.

However, before he could smash the thing out, two silver needles flew out, and immediately afterward, Ying Zheng found that the assassin in front of him had been tied into a rice dumpling by extremely thin white silk threads.

“......”

The air was suddenly quiet......

Ministers: Is this an assassination? Why does it feel like the assassination is over before it even starts?

Ying Zheng: Rescue came too quickly like a tornado.

Assassin: MMP!