At the same time, anxious shouts were heard from all directions.

"A large number of Assassins have appeared in the southwest!"

"A large number of assassins have appeared in the direction of the South Gate!"

"Wind Garden, put out the fire!"

“……”

Almost instantly, the night sky of the palace, which was originally pitch black, was illuminated by the fires everywhere.

At this time, Vice Admiral Zhao realized that because of the Holy Lord's order, most of the Praetorian Guards on duty in the palace had been transferred to the area around the Imperial Pool, and the troops in the rest of the huge palace had been reduced by half, so he gave the Assassins an opportunity to attack the palace.

The saint was injured, and the assassin forced the palace.

Vice General Zhao immediately ordered the Praetorian Guards to be divided into three routes, one way to support the places where the assassins broke in, one way to protect the injured saint to find a hidden place to seek treatment quickly, and the other way to imprison one of the assassins, Murong Qin'er.

So Murong Qin'er was broken and imprisoned in the dungeon without being directly executed on the spot.

The sudden assassin broke in, and the palace guards were caught off guard, and immediately a large part of the palace was occupied by the black-clad assassins.

With a swing of the knife, he cut off the head of the guard standing in front of him, and Murong walked forward without blinking.

There were already corpses all around, and there was a slight feeling of stagnation when the blood-soaked shoes were lifted up.

The large number of black-clothed assassins in front of them fought for themselves, and Murong Li approached the main hall of the palace, the Dragon Eaves Palace, little by little with the safe zone.

The closer he got to the palace made of gold and jade, the more excited the smile on Murong Li's face became.

"Hahaha...... This day is finally coming, fifteen years, I have been waiting for fifteen years, and finally let me wait, Gongsun Mingzhi, Gongsun Mingzhi, you are finally dead, next, I want to take over your throne, take over your country, I want all those selfish and ugly people back then to give me Fengqing to be buried! ”

"It's too early for the prime minister to be happy."

A clear voice suddenly sounded in this piece of fighting and the sound of weapons handover, obviously the sound was not loud, but it was extremely obvious, making Murong Li's steps completely stop in place.

And at some point, there were suddenly dozens of men in strong suits, all of whom wore a pitch-black bronze mask on their faces and carried an extremely sharp scimitar in their hands.

Behind more than a dozen men in strong suits, an unusually conspicuous white figure stood there.

The man is still dressed in a white moire brocade suit, covered with an aqua blue cloak, obviously his face is very pale, but his dark eyes are full of vitality, such a graceful person, except for Sun Mingzhao, the prince of Nanye Guozhao, it is impossible to be anyone else.

Murong Li's eyebrows furrowed deeply, "Gongsun Mingzhao, you're not dead?" ”

Gongsun Mingzhao walked to the front from behind the men in the strong suits, and at the same time took out a sandalwood box from his arms.

When she opened the box, there was still half a black pill inside, this was the pill that Murong Qin'er asked him in advance when she was preparing to complete the task ordered by Murong Li, she knew what a felony it was to assassinate the emperor of a country, even if she could survive, but the chance of coming back to get the pill smoothly was still very slim, and Gongsun Mingzhao's time was running out, she couldn't afford it at all, so she was used by Murong Li once again, and replaced the other half of the pill that could cure the poison with half a poison.