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

Chapter 61
There are three dangers in Tang Xi's trip.

A Feng Xu who is close to the emperor and whose martial arts are unpredictable.

There are [-] Royal Forest Army in the two imperial palaces.

Three, the Dali Temple Chancellor and many Dali Temple servants guarding her outside the palace gate.

She passed the first two risks safely, but the third risk was annihilated in the darkness without her knowing.

The streets outside the imperial city were as dark as ancient tombs.

All the yamen servants in Dali Temple wore tight black clothes, round high collars, silver belts around their waists, white thick-soled high boots on their feet, and sharp wild goose feather knives in their hands.

They crouched in the shadows, their eagle eyes fixed on the palace gate of the imperial city.

According to the order of the Minister of Dali Temple, today they are going to arrest the assassin who assassinated the emperor here.

And must be captured alive.

They were so focused that they didn't notice the shadowy ghost quietly falling behind them.

The cold wind howled, and the night deepened.

Inside the palace gate, a carriage drove out slowly.

It's the prince's car.

The prime minister of Dali Temple kept a close eye on the carriage. Pei Youxi once told him that no matter whose carriage it was driving, it would stop anyone who came out of the palace and would not let it go.

He waved back, signaling his men to get ready.

The wind was in his hands, and there was no sound behind him.

He suddenly had a bad feeling, and the alarm bell rang in his heart. When he turned around, he saw the man in black who was approaching.

And the many subordinates he brought fell to the ground, and everything happened silently.

The Yanling saber was unsheathed, the chief minister of Dali Temple raised his brows coldly, and approached the man in black robe.

He wears a black robe and wears a blue-faced fang mask.

Although Zhu Xiaoyuan, the chancellor of Dali Temple, had never seen a person dressed in this way, but he was in charge of investigating Yongye Pavilion for many years, and he knew that this costume was only worn by people from the Yanmen of Yongye Pavilion.

And Yanmen is responsible for the transmission of information, and does not know how to fight, except... Master Yanmen.

Ren Sang!

Zhu Xiaoyuan instantly cheered up twelve times.

Ren Sang is now the second-in-command of Yongye Pavilion, comparable to the owner of the pavilion, if he can be caught, Yongye Pavilion, which has been gnawing for many years, will definitely be captured.

The Yanling Saber in his hand played smoothly, and every move and every move had gathered his painstaking efforts for twenty years, and he treated them with extreme caution.

But in Ren Sang's eyes, it's all about flamboyance.

Quickly and ruthlessly, he took off one of his arms, and the Yanling knife fell to the ground, Zhu Xiaoyuan grinned in pain.

Ren Sang raised his leg again and kicked him hard at the crook of his leg. Zhu Xiaoyuan's body trembled and he knelt down on one knee.

Feeling humiliated, Zhu Xiaoyuan stared at him with red eyes, struggling to stand up, Ren Sang slapped him from the top of the sky.

The coercion was so great that he couldn't hold it back. He knelt on the ground, his kneecaps seemed to be broken, his throat was hot, and a mouthful of blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth.

Ren Sang didn't intend to take his life, so his subordinates showed mercy.

Bowing slightly, looking at him, the thin lips behind the mask were slightly parted, and the voice was as cold as the night, "Tell Pei Youxi, if you dare to set her up again, be careful of Pei Yuanqing, who will die in the northern border."

The voice is long, word by word, comparable to a battle song from ancient times.

After finishing speaking, without waiting for Zhu Xiaoyuan to react, he stepped up and walked into the night, submerging his figure.

Zhu Xiaoyuan was left behind, shaking his sleeves angrily, gnashing his teeth as he stared at the direction he was leaving, spurting blood all over the floor in a fit of rage.

In the palace, Pei Youxi, as the Minister of Dali Temple, was kneeling outside the Hall of Mental Cultivation together with all civil and military officials.

In the Hall of Mental Cultivation, the maids had already changed into mourning clothes for the deceased emperor, closed their eyes, and arranged their appearance.

The empress and concubines knelt all over the ground, looking at the silent man on the ground, crying softly, wiping their tears with their handkerchiefs.

Especially Concubine Yan Gui, she just didn't go there for a day, how could there be an assassin, she didn't know whether to be lucky or sad.

All the princes also arrived, including the third prince and the crown prince, kneeling on the edge, staring at the old man in front of them, their father.

Sleepless nights, but I don't know how many people are sincere.

(End of this chapter)