He refused to let her go, holding her hand tightly and refusing to let go. There was no other action, and Shen Yunzhen stopped resisting him and lay quietly beside him.

"There is news from Beihan, saying that your father has not been found, and he is still alive, so you can rest assured." He turned to the side and looked at her quietly.

Her heartstrings moved, her gaze wandered to Nan Jingpei's cheeks, he was looking at her eyes without moving, and she quickly dodged when her eyes met.

He scoffed, "What are you always hiding from me?" I want to see it, but I don't want me to find out. ”

The east wind blew in the middle of the night, and the room didn't feel cold without burning the brazier. She didn't want to be covered with the same quilt as him, so she put on her thin cotton cloak and took a nap.

When she was half-asleep and half-awake, Nan Jingpei suddenly shook her awake: "Drink tea." ”

She rubbed her eyes and got up to pour her tea. He added, "Light the lamp and be careful of burning your hands." ”

She had to light the light, or she wouldn't be able to find an insulated towel. She had just lit a lantern and reached for the kettle when she heard a noisy noise behind her, like the sound of swords colliding. She hurriedly turned around, only to see Nan Jingpei and a man in black fisting and kicking each other on the small bed.

She exclaimed, "Assassin! ”

The internal guard Hulala rushed into the dormitory, and the assassin heard Shen Yunzhen's shout, and his teeth itched with hatred. He shook the short knife in his hand towards Nan Jingpei, turned over and jumped to Shen Yunzhen's side, and suddenly shook his hand, and a cold steel knife was on her throat.

"Wait!" Nanjing Pei shouted.

She felt the steel knife clinging to the skin of her neckline, cold as a piece of ice. She turned her head slowly, but she couldn't see the face clearly, only the brass sheep's head on the hilt of the short knife in his hand.

"Don't move." She knew the Assassin's voice.

It is the king of faith...... Her heartstrings suddenly thumped and became chaotic. The assassin held the knife in one hand and her arm in the other, and slowly moved towards the door.

In the eyes of the internal guards, Shen Yunzhen's life is not important, all they have to do is to protect the emperor's safety at all costs, even if Shen Yunzhen is in danger, they are just holding weapons and surrounding Nan Jingpei behind them.

"Let her go, and I will spare you from death." Nan Jingpei pushed through the encirclement of the inner guards and slowly approached the assassin.

The assassin was very alert, and immediately strangled Shen Yunzhen's neck, pointed the tip of his knife at Nan Jingpei, and motioned for him not to come any closer. Shen Yunzhen only felt that her throat was tight and breathless, and her whole body was numb, and she followed him almost mechanically to the door.

The assassin retreated to the courtyard, and Nan Jingpei hurriedly followed: "You'd better let her go, otherwise I won't let you out of this nine-fold palace ban." ”

The assassin snorted heavily from his nose and loosened the hand that was holding Shen Yunzhen. She was finally able to catch her breath, but she was already limp.

"Come to me in three days." He leaned into her ear and whispered.

With that, he suddenly let go of his hand, stepped on his waist and jumped up, flashing from the top of the courtyard wall like a light and shadow.

Shadow ...... He wants to see her? She didn't have time to react, but the darkness came like a tide from all directions. She saw Nan Jingpei running towards her like crazy, but she didn't have time to speak, so she lost consciousness.

At three o'clock in the morning, Liu Eryue lifted the curtain, and a dazzling ray of sunlight fell on her eyelids, and she turned over before she woke up. It's not as numb as it was last night, but it's as if it's filled with lead, and it's extremely heavy.

Liu February, helping her to sit up slowly, said, "It's really scary, why does this assassin keep touching our palace?" ”

Outside the window, there was a light bird's call, as if the birds were fighting their beaks, and they were noisy one after another. She rubbed her brow and felt her temples hurt like pins and needles. She remembered the events of last night and felt a little strange.

The two assassins were the same person, and he must have found out, but he didn't know if he guessed the identity of the assassin.

If he guessed, what would he do with the king? He is such an iron-fisted man, how can he allow a prince who wants to take the throne to live in the world? What's more, King Shin has not assassinated the emperor once or twice.

King Xin's words and deeds are becoming more and more sloppy now, does he think that as soon as Nan Jingpei dies, he will be able to sit on the dragon bed safely? It's a fool's dream! But he still assassinated Nan Jingpei again and again, and persevered.

He still has to go to the Lost Pavilion to find him in three days, what's wrong with him? Suddenly want to see yourself? At the beginning of the year, he was still cold to himself.

It is rumored in the palace that the ghost of the concubine is attached to the Lost Pavilion, and at night, there are always strange sounds coming from the Lost Pavilion, and the eunuch guards have checked several times, but they have not found the slightest clue. Could it be that the king of faith has always been hiding there?

But this palace is heavily guarded, how did he get in?

She couldn't figure it out, her head began to hurt again, like a pinprick, and she couldn't help frowning.

"What is the master thinking?" Liu February, as she spoke, reached out and probed her forehead. The high fever had subsided, and her forehead was cold and a little damp.

She remembered that three days later, it was Tian Zhaorong's son's 100-year-old, and all palaces had to visit Yuxiu Palace, and she was Tian Zhaorong's old person, so she had to be there.

She shook her head: "It's nothing, I'm thinking of the 100th birthday ceremony of the prince of Yuxiu Palace." You can help me get the unfinished pattern. ”

"The master has a high fever all night, and it's just a little better, so don't do those difficult jobs, right?" Liu Eryue put a soft pillow behind her: "The slave maid asked the small kitchen to cook some light food for the master?" ”

She pushed Liu February: "Don't be verbose, help me get it." ”

She embroidered for several hours until she was covered by a hot hand: "Rest for a while." ”

It was Nan Jingpei's voice, she put the embroidery in the small bamboo cage, and said, "Why is the emperor here again?" ”

"What do you mean?" He looked at Shen Yunzhen: "The more you don't welcome me, the more I want to come." ”

She didn't have the energy to argue with Nan Jingpei, she just smiled tiredly, and Nan Jingpei stroked her hair: "I was scared last night, right?" ”

Her heart tightened at the mention of last night, lest the Emperor mention the identity of the assassin. She didn't want to see King Shin continue to assassinate Nan Jingpei, nor did she want to see King Shin become Nan Jingpei's prisoner.

She wanted to change the topic: "Last night, did the emperor find out that there was an assassin by the bedside, so he deliberately broke me up?" ”

Nanjing Pei smiled calmly, and pulled the embroidery in the small bamboo cage to play.

The more he pretended not to care, the more tangled her heart became. He was so good to her that he was so good that she was afraid, and she was afraid that she would not be able to repay and be unable to bear it.

Nan Jingpei rubbed her hair and said, "I heard Liu February, there was a servant in the Sizhen Bureau who was very loyal to you in the past, so I transferred him to Lantai Palace to serve. ”

As soon as he gave the order, Liu Eryue brought in a small eunuch.

"Slave Xiaoshunzi, please say hello to the master."

She was shocked, it could be him?!