Ingenuity

Zhuang Hansu was the first and only one in Qingyan's blacklist, so Qingyan would not follow what he said.

So on New Year's Eve, on New Year's Eve, Qingyan followed Yan Zhi to a large royal family banquet.

Subject Name - The Emperor and His Concubines.

Qingyan stood behind the Prince Yan Zhi's seat, lowered his head and was very low-key. He didn't take care of serving the dishes or serving them. There were obviously too many women in the banquet, but no one made any noise.

Qingyan didn't care about anything else, but focused on the crown prince's concubine, the lofty phoenix—the empress.

Although her appearance is not all-powerful, but she is very noble, graceful and luxurious, not angry and majestic, and her temperament can overwhelm the audience when she sits there.No wonder none of the concubines behaved in front of the emperor.

It seemed that no one dared to provoke the person who sat firmly on the phoenix seat.

No wonder Zhuang Hansu was also afraid of her.

The meal is almost done, and the singing and dancing necessary for large-scale banquets is also ready to begin.Although it was Chinese New Year, the weather in the northern country was still suitable. Everyone sat in the imperial garden and enjoyed the beautiful dancing and singing under the moonlight.

But Qingyan shivered for no reason.

Qingyan keenly sensed that something was different around her, but Qingyan couldn't tell what was going on with this intuition, as if smelling the rusty smell of a sword coming out of its sheath, Qingyan couldn't help but look up and look around.

Everything was as usual, but Qingyan just felt uncomfortable all over.

Qingyan leaned quietly behind Yan Zhi, closed her eyes and tried her best to let herself hear the sound of copper and iron rubbing against each other during the singing and dancing.

The sound of singing and dancing suddenly became louder, and Qingyan instinctively opened a pair of sharp, dark eyes, without moving the eyes at all, and stared straight at the black arrow feathers in the dark night; the arrow feathers seemed to be in slow motion in his eyes , spinning quickly and heading straight towards them...

Qingyan didn't panic at all, even though he realized that he instinctively wanted to jump into the air to catch the arrow feathers, he didn't expose himself impulsively.

Regardless of the fact that Yan Zhi and the emperor were chatting, drinking and chatting, they stretched out their hand and pushed Yan Zhi's shoulder. Going in front of Yan Zhi and pretending to join in the fun; just when Yan Zhi stared at Qing Yan in a daze before he could react and everyone was still looking at each other...

The arrow feathers stabbed into Qingyan's back near the left shoulder silently.

Qingyan didn't expect this pain to be so painful. He thought he could hold on, but he couldn't stabilize himself. He fell straight into Yan Zhi's arms. Yan Zhi was unprepared, and he threw him down. Fell to the ground.

Qingyan maintained her demeanor, still as gentle as water, didn't spray blood on Yan Zhi's face, just looked at Yan Zhi with a smile, with bright red blood oozing from the corner of her mouth, she was silent for a while, until the blood lightly and playfully dripped on Yan Zhi's collar superior.

Then, he passed out directly.

I have to say about the high-energy scene in the audience!

Yan Zhi hugged Qingyan in his arms to see the situation clearly, that man couldn't help but flick his tears easily; Doudou's hot tears fell from his eyes, Yan Zhi hugged Qingyan tightly, and was afraid The arrow that touched his back hurt him, and he sat on the ground and moved his lips for a long time without making a sound.

The dancing, singing, court ladies, eunuchs and concubines screamed and fled, just like the students who did not have a fire drill conducted by their teachers in their school days.

Only the guards calmly surrounded the important figures in the royal family. The surrounded emperor still hadn't put down his wine glass. The empress stared closely at Yan Zhi, and came to see her son if she couldn't help it.

And Yan Zhi experienced despair for the first time in this chaos, he was so anxious that he couldn't say anything, he looked down at the corner of Qingyan's mouth that was gradually stained red with blood, tears fell patter On Qingyan's face, Yan Zhi didn't care about etiquette or status, stood up with Qingyan in his arms, kicked away the guards in front of him, and planned to carry him to the Imperial Hospital by himself.

The queen was so frightened that she almost couldn't maintain her dignified demeanor, and quickly stopped Yan Zhi, "What are you doing!"

Yan Zhi opened his mouth, his face was full of tears, he looked down at Qingyan and his mother in a panic; the queen frowned, "Don't run around, the assassin is here for you."

Yan Zhi was forced to finally let out a hoarse voice, "Qing'er! I can't...die..."

The queen glanced down at the person in his arms, "My name is the imperial physician, you go back to the palace!"

So far, everything that Zhuang Hansu worried about has happened.