The lobby and the second and third floors of the drunken hibiscus have long been crowded with bustling diners.

The aroma of hot pot fills the air, and the chatter and laughter of diners, the sound of chopsticks colliding, and the sound of hot pot boiling are intertwined into a lively scene.

However, in this joyful atmosphere, there was one person who aroused Wen Boyuan's vigilance.

The man sat in the corner, his hat half-covering his face, and he couldn't see his true face.

He didn't enjoy the food like other diners, but his eyes were glued to Zhao Yingluo, as if he didn't want to take off for a moment.

Wen Boyuan was suspicious in his heart, and was about to send someone to investigate, but he saw that person suddenly moved.

He suddenly took out a fire gun from his sleeve cage and aimed it at Zhao Yingluo.

Wen Boyuan was shocked and wanted to shout to remind Zhao Yingluo, but it was too late.

With a loud "bang", the fire gun spewed out flames, directly hitting Zhao Yingluo.

Zhao Yingluo screamed, her body trembled violently, and then fell to the ground.

The lobby was in chaos, and diners screamed in panic and fled in all directions.

Wen Boyuan's heart tightened, and he immediately rushed over with someone.

They saw Zhao Yingluo fall to the ground, moaning in pain, blood staining her clothes.

The man saw that Zhao Yingluo was not dead, and wanted to step forward to mend the knife, but saw Wen Boyuan rushing over with someone.

A flash of horror flashed in his eyes, and he turned to run.

However, he underestimated Zhao Yingluo's avid scholar fans.

These scholars admired Zhao Yingluo on weekdays, and now they saw her in distress and stepped forward one after another.

Some of them grabbed tables, chairs, and benches as weapons, while others pounced on them to fight the Assassins.

For a moment, chaos in the lobby turned into chaos, but the bravery and tenacity of the scholars made it impossible for the Assassins to escape.

Wen Boyuan took the opportunity to lead people to surround the assassins, and a fierce battle ensued.

Although the Assassin was armed with a firearm, he was quickly defeated by many scholars, Wen Boyuan, and others.

Eventually, the Assassin was subdued by a combined attack.

Wen Boyuan stepped forward, stomped on the assassin's chest and shouted angrily, "Say! Who are you? Why assassinate Her Royal Highness? ”

A trace of blood spilled from the corner of the assassin's mouth, and he looked up at Wen Boyuan and the others, his eyes full of resentment and hatred. He gritted his teeth and said, "You dog officials! Don't want to get any information from me! ”

At this moment, Zhao Yingluo's moaning came again. Only then did everyone remember that she was still lying on the ground, and her life and death were uncertain.

Wen Boyuan hurriedly sent someone to ask for the imperial doctor, and at the same time carefully carried Zhao Yingluo to the back hall.

Subsequently, Wen Boyuan gave an order, preparing to escort the subdued assassin to the secret room in order to continue the in-depth interrogation and uncover the conspiracy behind it.

At the same time, he also quickly dispatched a group of capable Imperial City Division guards to the Drunken Immortal Tower to arrest Qin Hui, which was bound to find out about this assassination incident.

However, at this critical moment, the accident happened again.

A fiery gun rang out suddenly, and the sharp sound of breaking the air shook everyone's ears.

Everyone looked up in shock, only to see that the escorted assassin was hit in the head by a gun, his face instantly blurred with flesh and blood, and his body went limp, and he fell to the ground, dying of exhaustion.

Wen Boyuan's pupils shrank, and a chill surged in his heart.

He looked up and saw a dark shadow flash at the corner of the roof of the building, and in the blink of an eye it disappeared into the night.

Apparently, the Assassin had been killed, and the Assassin apparently didn't want them to follow up on any more leads.

"Bastard!" Wen Boyuan was so angry that he was the head of the Imperial City Division, and he was tasked with protecting the members of the royal family.

However, on the day of Her Royal Highness the Princess's birthday, such an assassination incident occurred, which was undoubtedly a serious dereliction of duty for him.

He clenched his fists, his eyes glistening with rage, and ordered his men to catch the black shadow that had been extinguished.

At the same time, there was also a tense and busy scene in the inner hall.

Zhao Yingluo was lying on the bed, her face was as pale as paper, unconscious. After hearing the news of his daughter's injury, his wife, Emperor Zhao Ji, was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot, and hurriedly left the palace to rush to the drunken Furong.

When he saw his daughter like this, the grief in his heart was indescribable, and tears rolled in his eyes.

"Wen Boyuan!" Zhao Ji scolded angrily, "How did you protect the princess?" Hurt her right under your nose! ”

Wen Boyuan knelt on the ground, bowed his head and confessed: "The minister is derelict in his duties, please ask the emperor to surrender." ”

"Condemnation?" Zhao Ji snorted coldly, "What do I want your head for?" I want the princess's peace! ”

At this time, Zhao Zhen, who had witnessed the entire assassination, stepped forward and comforted softly: "Father is angry, this matter is not Wen Boyuan's fault. There were too many people, and the assassin took her by surprise and injured the princess. ”

Zhao Ji calmed down a little when he heard this, he took a deep breath and asked, "Can you find out who instigated it?" ”

"Back to my father," Zhao Zhen replied, "According to the preliminary investigation, it may be Qin Hui." ”

"Qin Hui?" A cold light flashed in Zhao Ji's eyes, "This old thief dares to be so bold!" I'm going to cut him with a thousand knives to vent my hatred! Go and bring him! ”

After a while, Qin Hui was escorted to Drunken Furong, along with Zhao Gou.

"Qin Hui!" Zhao Ji's voice echoed in the secret room like thunder, "Are you guilty?" ”

Qin Hui knelt on the ground, and he didn't dare to raise his head, but his tone was extremely firm: "The Emperor Taishang is clear, and the grass people know that their status is humble, but they have always been loyal and have done their best for the Great Song Dynasty. Today's events, the grass people really don't know, and it is impossible to be the mastermind behind the scenes. ”

Zhao Ji sneered: "Don't know? Why was the Assassin found in your mansion? How do you explain all this? ”

Qin Hui raised his head slightly, and a hint of cunning flashed in his eyes: "The emperor, the minister is wronged." The Assassin was not a member of the courtier's house, much less at the behest of the minister. The minister has been drinking and having fun with his colleagues in the Drunken Immortal Mansion today, until he was taken away by the people of the Imperial City Division, and he has never left during this period. A minister can swear to heaven, and there is no half-truth. ”

"Oh? Is it? Zhao Ji raised his eyebrows, "Is there a witness?" ”

Qin Hui turned his head to look at Zhao Gou on the side, and a hint of pleading flashed in his eyes.

Zhao Gou understood, and immediately stepped forward and said, "Father, son can prove his innocence." Today'er is also in the Drunken Immortal Building, drinking with Qin Hui and others. During this period, Qin Hui has never left our sight, and it is impossible to instruct the assassin to assassinate the emperor's sister. ”

Zhao Ji looked at Qin Hui and Zhao Gou in front of him, and couldn't help but be suspicious in his heart.

He knew that Qin Hui was cunning, but at this moment, his words and expressions were extremely calm and sincere.

And Zhao Gou, as his son, naturally won't lie easily.

Could it be that this assassination incident really has nothing to do with Qin Hui?

However, at this moment, Wen Boyuan stepped forward and whispered: "Emperor Taishang, the minister doesn't know whether to talk about something or not. ”

"Speak!" Zhao Ji glared at him, "What else can't be said at this moment?" ”

Wen Boyuan glanced at Qin Hui and said, "When Chen interrogated that assassin, he mentioned a name - 'Qin Xianggong'. Although he didn't directly say that it was Qin Hui, the only one who wanted to be called 'Qin Xianggong' in the entire Bianjing City was Qin Hui. ”

Qin Hui's face changed when he heard this, but he quickly regained his composure: "Wen Boyuan, you don't want to spew blood!" Do you want to condemn me based on the one-sided words of an assassin? That's child's play! ”

Zhao Ji looked at Qin Hui in front of him, and couldn't help but feel irritated in his heart.

He knew that it would not be easy to get the truth from Qin Hui's mouth, but this cunning old fox didn't want to get away with it easily!

He took a deep breath, and then said slowly: "Qin Hui! You'd better not let me find any clues, or I'll make you worse off than dead! ”

Qin Hui's body trembled slightly, but he still gritted his teeth and insisted: "The Emperor is clear, and the grass people are worthy of asking themselves, and they are not afraid of anyone's threats and intimidation. ”