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Zhao Jing thought that he was dead for sure, and his vision turned black before he lost consciousness. Who would have thought that instead of dying outside, he would die in Dongfang Weiming's residence?

With a light sigh, Zhou Zhiji was filled with suspicion. He really couldn't figure out what was going on. Master had always disliked people entering his garden, but this time he carried the little Emperor to his own bed. What was even more terrifying was that Master usually liked to be clean, but the Emperor's entire body was drenched in blood at that time, if it was any other person, they wouldn't want her to stain their bed, much less a dignified Regent like Dongfang Weiming!

Zhou Zhiji shook his head, he was afraid that something big was going to happen, what was he to do?

But Dongfang Weiming did not seem to mind, he just closed the door and sat beside Zhao Jing's bed. The doctor was a doctor of the Regent's Mansion, and could be considered Dongfang Weiming's trusted aide. That was why he was allowed to approach the sickbed. The doctor was the doctor, but the medicine and bandaging of wounds were all done by Dongfang Weiming himself, he was not willing to pretend to be a doctor. It would be safer for him to get his own items.

With the medicine applied, Dongfang Weiming cleaned up the wound and guarded Zhao Jing, but the girl's eyes were closed, she did not seem to have any intention of waking up. He reached out for her forehead. The fever was still there, and it was unsettling. However, he also understood that her weakness was not only caused by her injuries. He also understood that the things in her body were stronger when they met stronger, and weaker when they met weaker. Even though it was fatal, it could still save lives!

Dongfang Weiming sat on the side of the bed, quietly looked at the unconscious Zhao Jing, and thought of the scene when he saw her unconscious in the backyard not long ago. This was the first time he saw her in her daughter's costume. Her delicate and pretty face was as pale as paper, and her entire body was covered with blood. Even if she fainted, her life saving instinct was still there. She still used her hands to cover the wound.

Blood ran through her fingers and down the back of her hand. The color was incomparably bright!

He couldn't deny that when he first saw this scene, the fear in his heart was far greater than his rage. Now that he had calmed down, he realized that he had a chance to lose control of his emotions. He was probably raising his own wolf cub. If he wanted to beat or kill him, he would have to do it himself. Others could not touch him or else it would be going against him and invading his territory. This was not something he could tolerate.

Dongfang Weiming turned and looked at the bloodstained clothes at the end of the bed. The young and tender yellow color made it seem indescribably tender. It was a delicate, youthful look, very similar to the peach blossoms and willow trees of March. It had an endless spring feel to it. He had always been a cruel and merciless person, he didn't look like the usual warm and gentle person at all. As long as he saw the Dark Guard that Zhao Jing's daughter was pretending on, he would naturally have to clean it up. He was not afraid of anything, just in case. Some things were the bottom line, and he absolutely could not be touched.

Occasionally, he would think to himself that such a delicate color couldn't be shared with others.

"Your majesty?" He called out softly, "Jing?"

However, her eyes were closed, and she was still in a deep sleep.

Dongfang Weiming hated it the most when it came to sleeping soundly, as if memories of the past were constantly swirling in his mind. Slowly, the pretty face of the woman on the bed began to change. More and more like, more and more like another person. Dongfang Weiming's body tensed up slightly, and his face revealed a nervous expression. He could not help but blurt out, "Yanwan …"

Zhao Jing suddenly opened his eyes.

Yanwan?

"The emperor is awake?" Dongfang Weiming regained his senses, his eyes filled with a cold light. He stared at her, wondering if she had heard anything. Those two words were originally taboo. It was just that he was unable to restrain his emotions for a moment, which was why he had blurted them out.

Zhao Jing opened his eyes, then closed them again.

"Your majesty?" Dongfang Weiming shouted again.

Zhao Jing was still high in his heat, but he mumbled, "Mother … Mother … Jing feels really bad, Jing feels really bad … "

Dongfang Weiming squinted his eyes, it looked like he was not awake anymore, and his heart became slightly calmer, "If you don't stay in the palace properly and come out to suffer like this, who can you blame? In this world, there are many people who want your life, so if you don't take their lives seriously, who will cherish them? " He reached out and stroked the black hair that was scattered across her face. "It's not that easy to be the emperor of Grand Xia!"

With that, Dongfang Weiming got up and walked out.

Zhou Zhiji stood outside and bowed, then closed the door: "Have you caught him?"

"Your Highness, forgive me!" Zhou Zhiji narrowed his eyes, "The assassin is already missing, but we only caught two, one disabled, one mute, so it's not worth it! I don't think we'll get much out of him. "

Dongfang Weiming snorted coldly, brushed his sleeves and walked forward, with Zhou Zhiji hurriedly following behind him.

"At the feet of the Emperor, such a thing actually happened during the New Year's Eve. His Jing Ji Fu is truly a piece of trash!" Dongfang Weiming gave a meaningful cold laugh.

"Master, the people in the palace are still looking for the emperor, shouldn't they …" Zhou Zhiji was a little hesitant.

"After dawn, this king will personally send His Majesty back to the palace. Before that, this king will let them search the entire capital. This king has tolerated that bunch of trash Jing Ji Fu for a while, so it's time for them to properly and legitimately exchange their blood. " Dongfang Weiming listened to the sound of water dripping under the eaves, and his heart grew restless for no reason.

He didn't know why he was so agitated.

Zhou Zhiji nodded, "Then let them look for it! If this matter got out of hand, there was no other choice but to be dealt with! As a result, Tutor Qi and Prime Minister's Estate could no longer contend against each other. If they dared to make a move on the emperor, that would be a capital offense. Whoever interfered would be implicated. If we are to be implicated, I wonder how many people will suffer! " The crime of regicide was to slay nine races!

Dongfang Weiming stood in the courtyard and looked at the orchids in the garden. His mind was somewhat muddled, and his gaze unconsciously landed in the direction of the Octagonal Tower.

In fact, Zhao Jing was awake before, but her brain was working, so she opened her eyes to be noticed by Dongfang Weiming. Fortunately, she was sick and pretended to be muddleheaded, thus escaping Dongfang Weiming's line of sight. Dongfang Weiming was too smart, she had no choice but to continue pretending to be sick.

Zhao Jing frowned slightly. She clearly heard Dongfang Weiming shouting "Yanwan". Who is Yanwan? Who is Yanwan? Dongfang Weiming's lover? Zhao Jing felt a headache coming on, as her body alternated between cold and hot. Luckily she was already used to such a weak body. She let out a long breath. She couldn't hear the conversation outside, but she knew one thing. She was safe.

She half propped herself up, and the pain from her wound caused her to furrow her brows. Beside his feet was that set of blood-stained clothes, I wonder what Dongfang Weiming is doing, to actually not deal with him, is he being careless or was he doing it on purpose?

When he laid down again, Zhao Jing knew that he did not have the ability to return to the palace. He still had to pretend to be sick, but he didn't know how anxious Shuge and Zhao Yuannan would be. She began to think, who was the most advantageous person to assassinate her? It was undoubtedly Qi Yunshan. But Qi Yunshan was not stupid to this extent. Everyone knew Sima Zhao's intentions, wasn't it to teach him a lesson? Zhao Jing thought about it, and felt that he had missed something.

But what did he miss?

Heavy soldiers patrolled the streets, looking for assassins and the Emperor.

Although the commoners didn't know who they had lost, they knew that they had lost a great figure upon seeing this scene. The once lively New Year's Eve was now in a state of chaos and panic. The entire Jing Ji Fu had been activated, and the patrolling troops were searching door to door, but were unable to find any trace of Zhao Jing.

He carefully closed the door. This was the third batch of soldiers that he had sent away. Turning around, he saw Wen Yuye behind him, "Young Master, why aren't you clear about this?"

"If the Emperor really wants me to live, then why would I bring about my own destruction?" Wen Yuye said as her eyes darkened, "I asked you to go and notify Master Nangong, did the message reach us?"

"Yes, but in such a situation, I'm afraid the Master Nangong will not come!" He was worried. "Young master, won't we be found out if we do that? If we do that, won't we become even more guilty?" "He's here right now …"

"Too long?" Wen Yuye interrupted him in time, "Did you burn the blood shirt?"

"Burn it!" He hurriedly said.

Wen Yuye nodded, turned and walked back.

Who knew that after entering the room, Nangong Zui had already sat down peacefully and poured himself a cup of tea, drinking it leisurely. Seeing Wen Yuye's return, Nangong Zui merely spoke in an indifferent tone, "I only entered after the soldier left. They have already searched multiple times, and they won't be back for a while. Sit down! "

Wen Yuye laughed, then closed the door and left, standing guard outside.

"You really came without anyone noticing. I didn't notice you at all." Wen Yuye sat down, "What happened tonight, guess what happened?"

"If you are aware of it, then didn't this Four-direction Sect's Clan Master have done it for nothing?" Nangong Zui put down the cup in his hand, "The events that happened tonight were too much of a mess. The citizens do not know what happened, but they do know that there was an assassin. If they didn't find him before dawn, who knows how many people they would implicate if they were investigated. The ones who will bear the brunt of the attack will be the people at the emperor's side, as well as his Jing Ji Fu! "

"Tonight is a flower carriage procession inviting a flower god, the people of Jing Ji Fu were unable to protect the capital city, and even the Emperor is in danger." Tonight is a flower carriage parade inviting a flower god, the people of Jing Ji Fu were unable to protect the capital city, Nangong Zui sighed, "Looking at your appearance, you probably know something!"

"Aunt Wei and the Master Li are searching everywhere. We know that the emperor has lost them, but the commoners don't." Wen Yuye narrowed his eyes, "But this matter doesn't seem to be that simple! There is no movement from the Regent's Mansion to date, isn't that strange? "

"The people from Regent's Mansion are also looking for him. It's just that it's a secret search." Nangong Zui stood up, his hands supporting on the table, he stared at Wen Yuye, "I'm afraid you aren't the only one, know about this! Otherwise, if you try to find me on this level, it'll be very easy for you to cause trouble. Master Wen, this is your fault! "

Wen Yuye nodded his head, "He's at Regent's Mansion, I sent him myself."

Nangong Zui suddenly straightened his body, "What did you say? The Emperor is in Dongfang Weiming's hands? Could it be that this time, the government was acting on its own? Dongfang Weiming had wanted to take over the Jing Ji Fu and control the entire capital. Now is the perfect time! "

"No!" Wen Yuye denied it, "The emperor is indeed injured, and severely at that!"

Nangong Zui frowned, "Is it serious?"

Wen Yuye thought about it, then nodded heavily.

Seeing that, Nangong Zui's heart trembled, Injured? Will the Emperor be in danger? The two of them looked at each other. The temperature in the room quickly dropped to the freezing point. If something were to happen to the emperor, then …