A concubine who has just lost her child, when she sees her emperor's husband coming, always has to cry, complain, or use tears as a weapon, expecting to get some love from the king, these are all common feelings, almost all the concubines in the palace will do this, and Emperor Yuanjia has also changed from the initial discomfort, to the later habitual, and then to the current physical and mental dual-use.

For example, at this moment, when his hands were tightly held by Qiao Xiurong, his expression and body movements were extremely gentle, just like all husbands who love their wives are listening to his wife's story with the greatest patience and tolerance.

But at the same time, what Emperor Yuan Jia was thinking about was the Shandong disaster that he talked about at the court meeting, and screened the possible officials one by one, and then selected the candidates for the imperial history sent to the disaster relief.

This is a complex job, requiring dual use and separation of body and mind, and it took Yuan Jiadi a lot of time to master this skill.

Just when he narrowed down the list of candidates for the nomination of the imperial history to five, his heart suddenly stabbed slightly.

It was a subtle feeling, as if someone was aiming a sharp sword at his chest.

He came to his senses immediately.

Emperor Yuanjia can be regarded as an immediate emperor.

When he was still a prince, he once led an army to fight against the people of northern Xinjiang. After ascending the throne, he went on two more expeditions and experienced countless dangers himself, thus developing a far more acute intuition than ordinary people.

Almost as soon as he came to his senses, he instinctively stood up.

However, his legs were as soft as two noodles, and he couldn't support the weight of his body.

"Plop", with a heavy thud, he sat down on the edge of the bed again, and the feeling of weakness instantly permeated his whole body, and his nose was filled with a sweet aroma that made people feel soft. And the source of the deepest aroma is on the body that is leaning softly over it.

Qiao Xiurong fell into his arms like a bird.

Everything seemed to slow down, as if the speed of time was deliberately slowed down at this moment in order to give a clearer picture of the situation.

The little palace maid's hand was withdrawn from under the pillow, and a short knife appeared in her hand.

Her expression was indifferent to the rigid, and the posture of holding the knife carried the unique familiarity of the Jianghu people, as if the knife was an extended part of her hand, and the snow-bright tip of the knife shone with a cold light, piercing the rich aroma and piercing the dull light.

Emperor Yuan Jia moved sluggishly and turned sideways.

At that moment, he didn't realize that his hands were being tightly wrapped by another pair of cold and slender hands.

The instinct to survive made his sideways movement extremely powerful, and at that moment, he even had the illusion that he was sinking into the whirlpool at the bottom of the water, blocked by the boundless entangled force, and he had to use all his strength to swim half a minute.

This strange hallucinatory instinct won him a precious breath at a critical moment.

Qiao Xiurong was vigorously pulled around by him, and the first stab from the assassin hit her in the back of the heart.

Emperor Yuan Jia's face was very close to Qiao Xiurong's face.

He could clearly see that Qiao Xiurong's delicate and moving face was rapidly turning blue-gray at a speed visible to the naked eye, her two eyes rolled up like a dead fish, her body twitched, and she fell backwards uncontrollably.

This once graceful beauty was as ugly as a demon before she died.

Poison on the knife!

Emperor Yuan Jia thought about this in a trance, and his hands broke free with all his might, intending to break away from the package of those slender hands.

However, the beautiful aroma has invaded the heart, and the action that should be easy to complete has become extremely difficult in this rich fragrance.

Qiao Xiurong finally fell backwards, and his whole face had completely turned gray and black.

And this unconscious action after she lost control won a precious second breath for Emperor Yuan Jia.

"Escort!" A shrill voice rang out suddenly, like lightning piercing through the clouds.

The assassin quickly drew the short sword trapped in Qiao Xiurong's body.

However, she no longer had a chance to stab a second sword.

A large number of guards poured in, and the removed screen gave them a wider field of vision, and the thin sword-wielding palace maid was standing opposite Emperor Yuan Jia, and between the two, separated by Qiao Xiurong's dead body.

The assassin realized this earlier than anyone else, and instead of turning and running away, she pounced on it properly.

Her mission is to kill Emperor Yuanjia, at any cost!

The guards hesitated for a moment.

You can't release arrows, it's too dangerous, and it's easy to injure Emperor Yuan Jia by mistake.

However, if you want to rush forward, it is obviously too late.

The Assassin's short sword will surely stab His Majesty before they arrive!

Time slows down more and more, everything seems to be paddling in deep water, and everyone's movements seem to be able to bring out layers of ripples.

Suddenly, something flew up and struck the Assassin like an arrow

Attacking the Assassin's knife-wielding hand, to be exact.

The Assassin did not swing his sword to block.

At that moment, the short sword was only a finger away from Emperor Yuan Jia's throat, and she could even feel the hot breath spurting from the mouth of this Son of Heaven.

A stone's throw away.

However, her arm suddenly crooked.

The violent concussion and pain made the dagger almost out of his hand.

For the first time, the Assassin's indifferent face crossed a look of surprise.

The thing that was thrown was like a full blow from an archer on the battlefield.

The short sword immediately lost its alignment, and with a "snort", it slashed across Qiao Xiurong's body for the second time, like an assassin rounding his arm to push her aside.

"Your Majesty!" He Shun'an finally pounced on him regardless of his life, protected Emperor Yuanjia with his body, and threw him down on the bed.

The sound of long arrows breaking through the air instantly resounded through the dormitory, and the assassin was almost shot into a hedgehog in a single breath.

"Escort! Escort! The frustrated shouting, mixed with the screeching of the sash of the window, made the flow regain in a moment as slow as time had stood still.

Fresh air poured into the room, and Yuanjia Emperor had a clear mind.

The feeling of weakness is still there, but it has gradually lost its whirlpool pulling force.

"Your Majesty! Your Majesty! Is Your Majesty injured? He Shun'an's face was pale, his lips were purple, and his eyes were bulging out to the extreme, and they were full of red silk of fear.

At that moment, he didn't have time to react at all, and when he regained his mobility, Rake's sword happened to draw a semicircle in front of Emperor Yuanjia. He was so frightened that the moment he pounced, he even thought that he would fall down with a corpse spurting blood.

But amazingly, Emperor Yuan Jia was unscathed, not even a drop of blood was splashed.

Seeing that He Shun'an was so frightened that his face changed, Emperor Yuan Jia didn't speak, only patted him soothingly.

Then the Emperor noticed that his finger seemed to have touched something.

He instinctively grasped the thing in his hand, and quickly remembered that the moment the dagger stabbed him, something flew right over and struck the fatal blow.

"Help me up." He said gently, and when he saw that He Shun'an's old face was already full of tears, he patted him again: "You saved me." ”

As he spoke, he raised his right hand so that He Shun'an could see the thing in his hand, and then grinned: "And it." ”

He Shun'an trembled his legs and feet and easily got up, wiped away his tears and looked at the emperor's palm.

Through his blurred vision, he saw that in the calloused palm of his hand, there was a dim sum that had long been out of shape, and the fragrance of wisteria flowers emanating from the dim sum could be smelled even from a distance.