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"It's good to have no siblings. Didn't the storyteller say so? Wealthy families have many grudges, and heirs have many unfilial descendants. The golden, silver, and white eyes were dazzled by the splendor of wealth and prosperity. "We cannot end our brotherhood, no matter how unjust we are!" Wen Rusheng took a sip of tea and said indifferently. His tone was very calm, but his expression was somewhat indifferent.

Zhao Jing looked at him, feeling that there was something hidden within his words that was difficult to understand. He couldn't explain it clearly, but when they heard his words, they felt an inexplicable sense of sadness. "You seem to …"

"Wu Er, just a moment of sadness!" Wen Rusheng put down the cup in his hand, "Zijing doesn't mind! "I'm not in good health, so I'm always feeling sad and sad. It's hard to avoid showing off!"

"It's the truth!" Zhao Jing laughed, "It's just that you have some deep feelings for them! "Alright, let's not talk about these sorrowful matters. Since you are looking for me to reminisce about the past, then we should talk about something interesting. For example, do you have any other good things in your Plum Garden recently?"

"Didn't I already give you all the good things?" Wen Rusheng coughed softly and looked up at her with a smile.

Zhao Jing looked at his bright eyes, and his heart also brightened up. "Your sickness hasn't healed yet? Do you want me to find my doctor for you to see? "

"No matter which family's doctor it is, it's useless. This is something that's been brought about by my mother's womb. Unless you find my mother and have her give me a new birth!" Wen Rusheng was interested.

was amused, "I never thought that Brother Wen would have such a casual side!"

"What, in the eyes of the Zijing, am I, Wen Rusheng, a cold-faced and heartless person?" Wen Rusheng looked at her.

Zhao Jing curled his lips, "Of course, this is the first time seeing your servants, I really thought that this master was not easy to deal with, who knew that he was a gentle and refined gentleman. "My apologies!" Saying so, he picked up the cup of tea, "Can I give you a toast myself?" She actually quite liked this plum tea, mixed with the sweet fragrance of the plum blossoms. Life was too tough, so she liked to eat sweet things. Sweet things made people happy, made people happy.

Wen Rusheng laughed gently, "Such a childish laugh!"

"I'm not young either. I'll be thirteen after the new year." Thirteen dances, my family must be worried about! " Zhao Jing frowned, "Are you married?"

Wen Rusheng choked on the tea, he started to cough coldly, and the scenery around him turned blurry, "Young Noble, don't be anxious! Slow down! "Slow down!"

"I …" Zhao Jing was startled, "You asked the wrong question?"

"No!" Wen Rusheng waved his hand, "It's just a sudden question, that's why I was so shocked!" His face turned red and white from coughing, "With my body, I'm afraid no young lady would dare to marry me! Aren't you afraid of being widowed after marrying? "

"How could that be?" Zhao Jing shook his head, "Brother Wen has such a family matter, and is so gentle, I think the lady that wants to marry you can go from your position in the Plum Plaza to the city gates! Don't speak nonsense again, I know how to judge a person by his appearance. I think that Brother Wen would definitely be able to live for a hundred years! "

"To live for a hundred years, do I have to protect you?" Wen Rusheng ridiculed, "Zijing is so kind, to be able to be magnanimous to others. Even though he knew that it wasn't real, he still rejoiced from the bottom of his heart. I don't want to take a wife because I don't want to implicate innocent people. It's good to be alive, and to be able to have two or three good friends every once in a while.

Zhao Jing let out a light breath, "Hearing you say this, I feel at ease! At the very least, you can still decide on your own in such a marriage, but I can't! There are too many people at home who are like wolves and tigers, I am not free! "

"There will be one sooner or later!" Wen Rusheng looked at her meaningfully, "Oh right, Zijing, you …"

Knocking sounds came from outside the door as Wen Rusheng took a look at the scenery between his eyebrows with a slight frown.

"He probably came to deliver some snacks!" The scenery bowed, then turned around and walked towards the door.

Wen Rusheng looked at the sky outside, it was gray and it looked like it was about to rain, the wind was strong, and the cold wind made people feel uncomfortable. He began to cough again. Previously, he had opened the window to take a breath of fresh air, but now he reached out his hand with some annoyance, as if he was trying to close the window.

"Are you cold?" Zhao Jing took the initiative, "I'll go check!"

But just as he said that, the outside was thrown into chaos, Zhao Jing's mind went into a daze, he had already clenched his fists, and stared coldly at the door. The scenery did not return, nor did Li Heng, who stood outside the door, make any sound.

Zhao Yuannan was overwhelmed with shock, "What's going on?"

"Assassins!" Lee Yiheng's voice suddenly erupted outside the door.

Before Zhao Jing could react, he was already pushed down by Wen Rusheng under the window. With a "sou" sound, a cold arrow flew past her face, grazed past Wen Rusheng's shoulder and smashed into the floor. With a crisp sound, Zhao Jing's eyes fiercely widened.

Assassin?

How could there be an assassin?

"Wen Rusheng?" Zhao Jing panicked.

Wen Rusheng endured the pain and flipped her over, gritting his teeth as he grabbed onto her hand, "Don't move, I'm not here for you! They want to kill me! " While speaking, Wei Shuge had already rolled to Zhao Jing's side. He grabbed both Zhao Jing and Wen Rusheng and pushed them to the corner of the wall. The table was in front of them, forming a safe triangle.

"Don't move!" Wei Shuge glanced at Zhao Yuannan who was lying on the side of the screen, not daring to move, his eyes cold and sharp, "Hui Sheng, don't move!"

Even if Zhao Yuannan wanted to, he did not dare move, and stealthily shot arrows from all directions, as though he wanted to turn the place into a hornet's nest, the formation of the array followed him to the battlefield, where the enemies would fly at with thousands of arrows. It was a spectacular and terrifying scene, causing people to not be able to move an inch.

From time to time, the arrow would pierce the table, startling Zhao Jing and Wen Rusheng who were standing at the back. Their expressions had long changed. Although Zhao Jing had experienced a lot of things, this was his first time seeing such a scene. In the end, she was still a woman. She was only twelve or thirteen years old, and her entire body was trembling.

Suddenly, she seemed to have thought of something, and turned to look at Wen Rusheng's shoulder in panic. Fresh blood continued to seep through Wen Rusheng's fingers. The back of his fingers, along with the sleeves, were all dyed red with blood. How shocking was this scene?

Zhao Jing quickly tore off a piece of clothing, "Let me help you wrap it up!"

"There's poison on the arrow!" Wen Rusheng's face turned white, and her lips turned green, "Luckily the poison wasn't serious, so don't be busy, and quickly take your men and leave this place! "Remember, don't worry about me."

"Stupid!" Zhao Jing pulled apart his sleeves, the wound was not deep, but the poison could increase the flow of blood, causing blood to spurt out uncontrollably, as though wanting to kill people, "Shuge! What about Shuge? "

"Young master, stay here and don't move. This servant will take care of them!" Wei Shuge frowned, his entire body was filled with killing intent.

Zhao Jing nodded, as he tightly held onto Wen Rusheng's wound. "Go quickly!"

Wei Shuge nodded, she suddenly jumped up, and just at that moment, she broke out of the window with a 'bang'. A wave of miserable wails sounded out from outside. If she dared to hurt her young master, it would be weird if she didn't tear these scum into pieces! Wei Shuge normally did not take action, but the moment he attacked he wanted to see blood. The masters of the Demon Palace only trained in extremely poisonous martial arts, their methods were definitely ruthless.

Wei Shuge tore a black-clothed archer into two pieces in the middle of the street. That aura, even if Luosha from the Underworld saw it, his hands and feet would still tremble, let alone these petty people. Under her hands, it didn't even take one move before it was torn to shreds on the spot. The sight of broken limbs filled the street had intimidated all the men in black. They were quivering with their bows and arrows, and before they could even lift their bows and shoot, they were already drenched in blood!

Jing Ji Fu, Division of Soldiers and Horsemen, he hurriedly rushed over.

Dongfang Weiming stood far away with an extremely dark complexion. Her sharp eyes swept across the bloody streets as the veins on her neck bulged.

Zhou Zhiji knew that his master was angry, and angry at that! There was actually someone holding a saber and stabbing at the feet of the Son of Heaven. Other people did not know who the people in the teahouse were, but Zhou Zhiji was well aware that they were the young ancestors that his master had helped! Every time the ancestor of the clan who caused trouble came out of the palace, whenever master had nothing urgent to do, he would just stay here and watch from afar. Today, something big happened, but no matter how big the matter was, one could not let the people from the Regent's Mansion take action, in order to avoid provoking the people from the Prime Minister's Estate.

"Go investigate!" Dongfang Weiming ordered.

Zhou Zhiji turned and left, this could not be delayed, if not Master would become furious! Before leaving, Zhou Zhiji secretly took a peek, and realized that Dongfang Weiming was still staring at the direction of Bright Moon House. It could be seen that this group of bastards had made a huge fuss, they dared to touch the ground because of age, they were simply courting death!

The commotion on the street was so great that it could not be concealed.

Fortunately, Ke Bozhao did not plan to come personally, but this time, his heart was thumping hard. Qi Yunshan was about to return, but this kind of thing had happened. Could it be that Dongfang Weiming planned to retake the Jing Ji Fu before the honored tutor returned? One must know that in the capital, where such a huge case had occurred, the defenses of the Jing Ji Fu had been lost. If Dongfang Weiming was not involved, the concealment would pass.

But would Dongfang Weiming let go of such a good opportunity?

Definitely not!

Not only was there Jing Ji Fu, there was also the Division of Military Horses and Horses. As long as Dongfang Weiming borrowed the name of questioning, his sin was truly unforgivable!

Suddenly, Ke Bozhao seemed to have thought of something and turned around to ask Fuzi, "Where is the emperor?"

Fuzi was startled, "This lord's question is strange, the emperor is obviously in the palace, what's wrong?"

"Go investigate!" Ke Bozhao's heart was thumping hard, "The Little Emperor likes to run around, it's fine if he is in the palace, but if he is …" He slightly straightened his body, then this Jing Ji Fu really cannot be preserved!

"Yes sir!" Fuzi ran off quickly.

Sighing lightly, Ke Bozhao turned to his trusted aide and said, "Go watch on the streets, if anyone from the Regent's Mansion appears, report to me anytime! "If there is none …" If not, then he was dead for sure!

The servants quickly left, heading straight for the streets.

On the chaotic street, large numbers of soldiers hurried over. The sounds of their armor and footsteps were like a pot of porridge. The man in black retreated in a sorry state, leaving behind only blood and severed limbs. The scene was truly shocking.

Lee Yiheng rushed into the private room with blood dripping all over his body, and knelt on the ground in panic, "Your majesty, please forgive me, this subject was unlucky in protecting you, this subject shall be punished with ten thousand deaths!" As he spoke, he kowtowed a few times.

With wounds all over his body, his legs went soft and he kneeled on the ground, not daring to raise his head again.

Zhao Yuannan had already rushed over, "Your majesty, where are your injuries? "Your majesty?"

Zhao Jing's hand was covered in blood, but it was not hers, it was all from the wound on Wen Rusheng's shoulder. She stared fixedly at Wen Rusheng, both of their faces were pale white, the moment their four eyes met, she saw a crack in Wen Rusheng's eyes, and then she saw her own shadow in the crack, and only her own shadow!

"Your majesty?!" Wen Rusheng's hand gently covered the back of the hand she was pressing on his wound with, as if there was an unknown emotion in her voice, which was slightly trembling. He looked at her, choked, and said again, "My lord!"