The Ming army defending the city and the patrolling soldiers included the Jinyi guards, whose eyes only looked forward and down, and rarely kept staring at the sky.

The three innate masters of the White Lotus Sect were moving above their heads, and it was dark again, flying on the wall, as fast as the wind and lightning, of course, no one noticed.

White Lotus, White Chrysanthemum and Lu Xiaofeng came to Shangjing for the first time, easily grabbed a few Ming soldiers to inquire about the road, and soon found out where the prince lived.

Then they lay on their stomachs on the roof of the main hall of the East Palace and waited for time.

The sound of beating the third watch came from the Qiaolou in the distance, and the three of them felt that it was time to start.

In the impression of the three beauties, the prince is a weak scholar who is powerless.

So I think it's going to be a good job tonight.

The white chrysanthemum and the white lotus sister were staring at the top of the main hall, the lonely shadow of the cold river, Lu Xiaofeng, was wearing a black veil and carrying a sword, and a swallow flew down through the clouds, bypassing the patrolling generals, and a phantom shadow entered the bedroom of the prince of the East Palace......

However, the activities of the three women of the White Lotus Sect in the palace have never escaped the eyes of a person.

Wearing a hat on his head, wearing a Taoist robe, and carrying a sword behind him, this black shadow infiltrated the palace at the second watch.

Lying on the top of a large hall in the palace, hats

Even if there are no lights in the palace, with the superhuman vision of his eyes, he can see as much as in the daytime, and at this time, Lao Dao observes everything in the palace and calculates his plans.

When he saw that the three black shadows were from the White Lotus Sect, and the target was the prince of the East Palace, Dou Li, his heart was relieved at this time.

A phantom figure disappeared, and the next moment, a black shadow wearing a hat appeared on the roof of the main hall of the Qianqing Palace......

Today, the prince is very excited.

His father, who he had been looking forward to day and night, finally returned to the dynasty and returned triumphantly.

Although his father only brought more than 1,000 soldiers and horses, it was definitely earned, because when he left Shangjing two months ago, there were only four of them.

Relatives can be reunited, and more importantly, the burden of thousands of catties has been lifted, the prison country is too tired, and he doesn't have to worry so much about going to Beijing from now on, his father is his backbone, and he is the god in his heart.

After dinner, Zhu Cihong was extremely relaxed and comfortable, and took Wang Sheng, the eunuch of the East Palace, and Zhou Jing, the guard of the East Palace, to the martial arts arena.

Zhu Cihong Pegasus danced a halberd.

Horses are like a dragon, and the euphorbia is haunted, no less than the rebirth of Lu Bu during the Three Kingdoms.

Wang Sheng and Zhou Jing couldn't stop cheering, and after practicing, they went back to the palace to bathe and change their clothes, and then went to bed and fell asleep.

I don't know how long I slept, Zhu Cihong felt the sound.

The prince went to bed and continued to sleep, but at this time he heard an unusual movement.

His martial arts cultivation is at the 5th level of the Body Refining Realm, and he is also a martial arts master in the middle of the day after tomorrow, so his vigilance is of course much higher than that of ordinary people.

He opened his eyes suddenly, and a white figure appeared in front of him.

A masked man in white?

Unexpectedly, as soon as his father returned to the palace, he made an assassin.

Could it be the White Lotus Sect? Thieves are really fat.

The prince's face was shocked, and when he suddenly got up to catch the thief, a sharp blade pressed against his neck.

A woman's voice whispered, "Don't make a sound! Or I'll kill you!"

Zhu Cihong's heart shook, she is still a female thief, how can this palace be arrested?

His eyes flickered, and he coldly raised his hand and punched the masked man's sword-wielding wrist.

It was also the carelessness of the masked man, Zhu Cihong's hand was like lightning, and the strength of this punch was still very strong, and the sword pressed on his neck was knocked away, and the bullet fell to the ground a few meters away, making a crisp sound.

The eyes behind the black gauze were shocked, didn't he say that the prince was a weak scholar? How can there be martial arts?

It seems that the information is wrong, but this person is not the prince, and it is absolutely impossible.

For she had heard the eunuchs and guards calling out to him for His Highness.

Next, Zhu Ciliang jumped up from the bed and punched the white-clothed masked man in front of him.

The eyes behind the black gauze instantly froze the prince's body, and seeing that the prince only had an innate 5-layer cultivation, he let go of his fist, stretched out his fingers, and poked lightly in his chest.

The prince snorted lightly, his body collapsed as soon as he became weak, and the white-clothed masked man took advantage of the situation to carry the almost unconscious prince on his shoulder, picked up the sword and turned to leave.

However, the movement in the palace has already alarmed the guards outside.

"Your Highness, what's wrong?" Zhou Jing, the head of the East Palace guards who patrolled here, had already blocked the palace gate with a brocade guard.

Seeing that the white-clothed masked man was exposed, the jade-faced murderous machine behind the black veil suddenly appeared, and he flew up and kicked the palace gate away.

As soon as they arrived at the gate of the palace, several brocade guards were knocked out and fell heavily in the courtyard, and the sound of knives and guns hitting the ground was crisp.

"Catch the thief!"

Zhou Jing shouted, and it was a knife at the white-clothed masked man.

But Zhou Jing is the martial artist of the third layer of the day after tomorrow, and his martial arts are far inferior to the crown prince Zhu Cihong, so the sword of the white-clothed masked man is smooth, and a wave of qi swings away Zhou Jing's blade, and Zhou Jing flies out three feet away.

The white-clothed masked man shot himself out of the palace with a phantom, and the next moment he flew up to the room with the prince on his back......

Emperor Wu of the Ming Dynasty Chongzhen