The character is broken!The General's Sick Beauty Is a Killer

Chapter 57 The Emperor's Funeral
The four quarters of the unitary hour.

The two arrived at the imperial dining room.

The emperor was comatose in bed and could not eat. The imperial dining room would make some easy-to-mouth liquid food in different ways every day, and was always ready. When the news of the meal came from the Hall of Mental Cultivation, it would immediately send a maid to deliver the meal.

At the five quarters of the unitary hour, meals are delivered in the Hall of Mental Cultivation.

An unfamiliar court lady led the way, and Tang Xi headed for the Hall of Mental Cultivation with porridge carefully prepared by the Imperial Dining Room.

Outside the Hall of Mental Cultivation, the Royal Forest Army was on duty.

Tang Xi lowered his eyes, and from the corner of his eyes, he looked at the number of imperial forest troops around him.

The letter stated that the Imperial Forest Army consisted of 120 six-member teams, and surrounded the Hall of Mental Cultivation tightly.

The resting Imperial Forest Army lives in the Ziwei Hall next to the Hall of Mental Cultivation. If there is a slight disturbance, nearly four hundred Imperial Forest Army can come here within less than half a stick of incense.

In the time of two sticks of incense, a total of [-] imperial guards in the palace can all be on standby.

Seeing the two, according to the usual practice, the commander of the imperial forest army stepped forward to check, because they were the two of them who delivered the meals for the past few days, and they knew each other very well, so they were relieved and did not search them.

But because of today's convenience, he regretted it for the rest of his life.

Stepping into the Hall of Mental Cultivation, the eyes are spacious, the air is filled with the bitterness of herbs, the dragon bed hangs high, and a staircase leads straight up.

Feng Xu, the chief eunuch, stood at the foot of the steps, with his whisk hanging on his arm.

Tang Xi wondered why a bed should be placed so high, in order to appear that the royal family is superior?
Carrying the tray, she walked up the stairs steadily, and saw the formerly energetic emperor.

Lying on a large bed, with sunken eye sockets, sallow complexion, loose hair, vicissitudes are beyond words, as if he has aged ten years in a trance.

Feng Xu followed behind them, holding a silver needle in his hand, and gently stirred the porridge and rice a few times.

After confirming that there was no difference, they stood by and watched as one of them helped the emperor up, and the other fed the emperor bit by bit with a spoon.

At the same moment when the last mouthful of porridge was being fed into the mouth, Tang Xi flipped his palm over, and the sharp blade plunged into the old neck in an instant.

The movement was so fast that Feng Xu had no time to stop it.

Blood spurted out, Tang Xi dodged it, and the hot blood splashed all over the bed. The old emperor in a coma suddenly widened his eyes, his canthus was about to split, his pupils were dilated, and he whimpered a few times, dying with regret.

In Xushi, the 20th year of Tianqi, the emperor was assassinated and died at the age of 48.

Feng Xu was stunned, looking at the old emperor ascending to heaven in front of him, he forgot to react for a moment.

Taking this opportunity, Tang Xi drew out the dagger under the palace skirt and attacked him.

As long as Feng Xu is dealt with before he alarms the Imperial Forest Army, they can retreat safely.

The two attacked him at the same time, Feng Xu was forced to retreat again and again, his feet stepped on the air, and he fell to the high platform.

Tang Xi followed closely behind, jumped off the high platform, and pointed the dagger straight at his face.

Feng Xu sweated for himself, and waved his fly whisk to block. Tang Xi's moves were sharp, his eyes were sharp, his movements were as fast as lightning, and Feng Xu did not give in. In a blink of an eye, the two had passed a hundred moves.

Snow-white dust whisks scattered all over the sky, mixed with clear shadows of swords and daggers, like gorgeous fireworks all over the sky.

The accompanying palace lady anxiously wanted to step forward to help, but she couldn't intervene at all, she was ashamed, it turned out that this was the fighting power of a first-class killer, and she couldn't match it.

The battle situation was anxious, and no one could leave if it dragged on, Tang Xi shouted at her, "You leave first."

The palace maid thought for a while, then nodded, she could not help anything by staying here, she lowered her head and tidied up the messy palace clothes, picked up the tray, cleaned up her facial expressions, pushed open the palace door, and walked out calmly.

The commander of the Imperial Forest Army stepped forward and glanced behind her, "Where's the other one? Why didn't you come out?"

(End of this chapter)