The daughter-in-law is so charming, she crazily criticizes the king regent for taking her life

Chapter 122 Assassination
On the street by the moat, the afterglow of the setting sun is everywhere.

At the intersection connected with the bridge, a melon vendor collided with an ox cart full of firewood.Not to mention the firewood scattered all over the place, the melons also rolled around, causing beggars and children to scramble for it, creating chaos.

Shen's carriage was walking onto the bridge, but was blocked on the stone bridge connecting the two main streets, the bridge deck was narrow and it was impossible to turn around.

The moat under the bridge, the willows on the bank of the river are like smoke.

Not far away, the servant of the Zhou Mansion wiped the sweat from his chin, looked around and said, "My lord, the bridge is blocked, let's go another way."

Today, he went to Zheng's Mansion under the arrangement of his father, but he didn't want to lift the curtain, and saw the Shen's Mansion's carriage on the bridge.

Qing Juan's face did not show a trace of anxiety because of the congestion, because he saw Shen Ange poking his head out of the Shen residence's carriage.

As soon as the boy saw his master like this, he knew that he had suffered from dementia again.He couldn't help but sighed heavily, so he leaned on the carriage and waited for Lutong.

It was so hot that he was wheezing and fanning the wind with his sleeve, it was really hot.

The setting sun fell into the river surface, floating in the sky.

Unknown birds also stopped on the willow tree to rest because of the heat.

Seeing Shen Ange looking at the melon sellers and farmers arguing at the bridge, Yun Zhi leaned out, "Miss, it's hot outside, the bridge will clear up soon, we can't move forward or backward, wait for now."

With the warm light of the setting sun in Shen Ange's eyes, his eyes were extremely beautiful, and he raised his eyebrows lightly: "I'm not worried about this."

She just felt a little strange.

The firewood in the bullock cart was not piled high, and the melon seller only had exactly one cartload.There are not many things and they are not important goods. Why are six or seven strong men transporting the two carts?
They were quarreling at the bridgehead, and they didn't care about the things scattered on the ground, let alone being picked up by others.

Arguing on the bridge?From the corner of their eyes, they looked this way from time to time.

Moreover, even though the sun was slanting to the west, it was still hot today. The ordinary traffickers and pawns all rolled up their sleeves and opened their clothes, but this group of people covered themselves tightly...

wrong!

In an instant, Shen Ange had a bad premonition.

She pulled Yun Zhi to get off the car, and shouted to the guards: "Quick! Get off the bridge immediately!"

But before she actually got out of the car, a feather arrow pierced through the air, stopped Shen Ange from getting out of the car, and nailed it directly to the door, causing her to fall back into the car again.

Feather arrows are like a signal, just now they were pretending to quarrel with the melon farmers and traffickers, and they all had fierce eyes at the same time.Pulled out the blade that had been hidden for a long time from the firewood and under the cart, first cut and wounded the guard who came to dissuade him, and then ran towards the carriage!

The leading guard immediately raised his sword and shouted: "Miss Protection!"

The eight-claw copper hook came from all sides and firmly grasped the four corners of the carriage. In an instant, the wooden blocks splashed everywhere, and Shen Ange was exposed in front of the assassin.

The crowd who witnessed everything on the street ran around, screaming and shouting to kill!

Ten zhang away from the shore, the young servant of the Zhou family was so frightened that his legs trembled and he said tremblingly, "Young master, young master, someone is assassinating, young master?"

Turning around, the carriage was empty, and Zhou Jing was still there.

Being assassinated was commonplace for Gu Qing in his previous life, even his carriage was specially modified.

Just press the bracket button, and the surroundings of the carriage will be replaced with iron walls, and even the four corners of the roof can shoot arrows to resist for a while.

At that time, Shen Ange was sitting in the carriage, secretly slandering that the carriage of the Prince Regent's Palace was like a coffin.

But he didn't expect that when he was assassinated in this life, he would miss Gu Qing's invulnerable iron bucket "coffin" so much.

The assassins saw that there were only two women in the carriage instead of Chen Bai, they were momentarily surprised, but they didn't care much about it.

Even if it is not the person to be killed, the person who rides is equally important. The arrow is on the string and has to be fired.

In an instant, Shen Ange felt that after they were dazzled, the target immediately changed to himself.

When the arrow feather pierced through the air and flew over, Shen Ange subconsciously hugged Yunzhi and bent down, without the obstruction of the car wall, the arrow passed by.

Immediately there was a piercing pain in his left arm, and blood gushed out of the fabric immediately.Wet the light blue cloak.

"Miss!"

Yunzhi below her was even more panicked, her eyes widened immediately, and she wanted to turn around to protect Shen Ange, but Shen Ange pressed her back forcefully.

"Don't move, the arrow rubbed it, it's all right."

"Miss, don't worry about me..." Yun Zhi cried.

The guards in front were struggling to fight back, when the leading guard suddenly shouted at the coachman: "Take the lady away!"

As soon as the coachman picked up the reins, the horse was frightened by the arrow, neighing and raising its front hooves uncontrollably.

Shen Ange and the maid fell to the ground and scattered.

Yunzhi rolled to the ground, and before the guards had time to react in her exclamation, Shen Ange was unable to cling to due to an arm injury, and fell directly into the moat.

"Sister An Ge!"

"Miss!"

As if frozen in that moment, Zhou Jing was caught in the crowd running around, struggling to break through the flow of people, and understood the assassin who was fighting, but he still didn't have time to hold her back.

It's a pity that it's too far away, can't reach, can't reach...

He could only stand on the bridge and watch her fall straight down like a butterfly with broken wings, splashing water on the river.

Zhou Jing held onto his arms, and wanted to jump into the river regardless, but was held back by the servant who rushed over.

"My lord! My lord can't do it. The master told me that there are still important things to do today. Don't delay, don't forget!"

The boy said loudly: "You don't know how to water!"

Just when he was about to push away the servant and jump down, there was a splash not far away, and a black figure jumped into the river without hesitation.

He watched helplessly once again the girl he liked was in someone else's arms, and the boy had dragged her out of the river.

Every time the boy appeared so timely.

In the afterglow of the setting sun, the wet Shen Ange clasped the young man's shoulders, leaning against him in an extremely trusting posture, with his head resting on the young man's shoulders, and the two of them were neck-to-neck.

He and Ge'er have known each other for decades, but it seems that they are always one step late.

"You hide aside."

Zhou Jing turned around and looked at the assassin who was close at hand, picked up his sword and rushed in.

As soon as he entered the crowd, someone shot, the rain of arrows all around suddenly stopped, and then the corpses of four archers rolled down from behind the roof.

Gu Qing carried Shen Ange ashore, leaned carefully under the willow tree, then raised her hand and tapped her shoulder blades twice.

The people under the willow tree are alive.

"Pay nine."

Shen Ange's clear underskirt was soaked in water, and became thinner and more permeable, and her figure was clearly visible.

She was in a state of distress, and her hair was scattered and stuck to her face, but she looked at him with a smile in her eyes, as if she was sure that he would come, she was not afraid of swords and swords, and she was full of tenderness and trust.

Gu Qing's chin was dripping with water, staring at her eyes stained with moisture for a long time, Fang took off his outer robe and covered her body.

When he jumped into the river, he saw her sinking straight to the bottom of the river.

"Why didn't you drink water just now?"

Gu Qing's voice was soft and deep, and Shen Ange knew that it was a precursor to his faint anger.

She raised a broken smile, hey hey twice: "Forget...forget."

forget?His face was livid, and then he looked at the box in her arms.

Is that important?Is it so important that you don't want it?

(End of this chapter)