Chapter Twenty-Three: What to Forgive You?
A once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.
It doesn't cost a single soldier, or even a soldier, to solve the fate.
Chu Zhiyu's heart was moved.
It was ready to take the lead, and the first to sense the danger jumped out of the tyrant's arms and fell to the ground.
A pair of beast pupils shone in the dark night, looking intently in the direction of King Qin.
What are you waiting for......
"Ahem......"
Qin Sheng's face was pale and his movements were slow, but he was stimulated by the pain in his heart and bent over.
His slumped body was tormented by illness.
The sharp cold light brushed the broken hair of his sideburns, and a wisp of green silk fell.
Between the lightning and flint, the crisp sound of the sharp weapon landing on the ground alarmed the guards.
"Escort!"
"There's an Assassin—"
"Protect Your Majesty—"
The tense guards were violent, eager and orderly, forming an external encirclement, closely protecting a certain figure in it.
A group of people were diverted and pursued in the direction where the hidden weapon was flying.
The leader of the forbidden army touched the gaze of King Qin, who was slowly straightening up, and knelt down without hesitation.
Boom!
Chu Zhiyu squatted on the ground and heard the sound with a toothache, and it glanced at the stone brick under the knee of the leader of the forbidden army, which was estimated to crack.
"Your Majesty, are you hurt?"
"It's too late to save the driver, please let Your Majesty condemn ......"
The cloak made a rustling sound in the bleak night wind, outlining the man's upright figure.
The handsome man held a strand of green silk in his hand, half of the shadow hidden in the darkness, and the outline was deep and gloomy.
The gold threads on the belt reflected the cold light under the moon, and the large slender hands were spread out, allowing the wind to roll up the broken hair.
Everyone's eyes rose and fell with the broken hair blown away by the wind, and their hearts seemed to be tightly grasped by a big hand.
The forbidden soldiers sweated in the cool evening breeze and knelt down in unison.
"Improper protection has caused damage to Your Majesty's dragon body, please forgive Your Majesty......"
The inky eyes were richer than the night, and the cold moonlight could not illuminate them.
With a cold face, he looked down at the forbidden soldiers who were kneeling on the ground expressionlessly.
"What will forgive you?"
"My life?"
“……”
Chu Zhiyu gasped, shrunk her figure, and hid herself in the crowd, for fear of being angered.
The forehead of the leader of the Forbidden Army was pressed tightly against the ground, and he was horrified by his words, and he did not dare to say a word of justification.
King Qin's chin was slightly raised, with anger and murderous intent.
A kick on the shoulder of the leader of the Praetorian Army.
The leader quickly relaxed his muscles and allowed himself to be kicked crookedly.
"Idiot!"
"Yes." Lin Chong responded in a muffled voice.
Qin Sheng was like a venomous snake, spitting out his fangs, "Before the assassin was caught, he knelt on the ground and ......"
He stood alone in the encirclement, standing out from the crowd.
"Are you afraid that I am not conspicuous enough, and that the assassin will miss again and will not be able to kill me?!"
Silent.
Qin Sheng's forehead popped out of green tendons, and he stretched out his miserable white fingers and nodded at Lin Chong in the air, I don't know if he was angry or angry.
He stared condescendingly at the group of forbidden soldiers for a moment.
"Everyone's cane is fifty, and Lin Chong is doubled."
The rod reprimands fifty skins and flesh, and the rod regulates one hundred lives.
"Thoroughly investigate the Thunder Courtyard, all the palace people who passed through the Thunder Courtyard today are all killed!"
“…… Be! ”
Lin Chong and the forbidden soldiers picked up a life, and kowtowed gratefully, "Thank you, Your Majesty, for not killing!" ”
A cold wind spread out of the courtyard, and darkness enveloped the icy palace complex.
One by one, the ignorant palace people were brought out to investigate thoroughly, and the palace people who unfortunately passed by the courtyard knelt on the ground and begged to refute themselves.
The long knife was raised high.
The long steps are stained red with blood.