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, Said sarcastically: "Since you are so suspicious, then tell me, how can I save you?"

"Hey hey──" The man seemed to conjure up a red pill out of nowhere, squeezed it between his fingers and handed it to Baorong's mouth, "Eat this, and I will -- believe you."

Hearing the guards' shouts and footsteps getting closer, Xiao Baorong ignored other things and opened his mouth to swallow the pill.

But the man holding the knife seemed dissatisfied with his behavior, so he slapped him hard on the back with his hand.

"Hmm..." There was a dull pain in the back of my heart, which made Bao Rong's body tremble, and he groaned unconsciously.

It wasn't until he heard the expected grunt that the man warned: "Boy, don't play tricks in front of me, it won't do you any good!"

As he spoke, he removed the sharp blade across Xiao Baorong's neck, and said in a low voice, "Listen, what I gave you just now is an extremely rare and potent poison, and I am the only one who has the antidote in this world. Do as I say, lure those pestering guards away, and I won't hurt your life! If not, boy, you should weigh it in your heart!"

After the man finished speaking, he quickly walked towards the fake stone.Xiao Baorong turned his head instinctively, his face was pale blue, and there were already shallow tooth marks on his thin lips.He noticed that when the man walked just now, his right foot turned and turned. Although it was not obvious, he remembered it in his heart.

Could it be—is this person injured on his right foot?

"Nan, King Nankang?" When a middle-aged man in light armor rushed to the front and saw the young man standing by the lotus pond, he couldn't help showing a look of surprise on his fierce face. The guards behind him stopped, and then several of them stepped forward, knelt down on one knee, bowed their fists and said respectfully: "Yang Ran pays homage to King Nankang!"

Xiao Baorong's face was rosy at this time, and there was a soft smile on the corner of his lips: "Uncle Yang please get up, how can Baorong accept such a great gift."

This man named Yang Ran was about forty years old, and he was a fierce general under the emperor's command.Since Xiao Baorong was fostered in his mansion when he was a child, the relationship between the two is like father and son.

Yang Ran got up, looked at Baorong and said in a low voice: "You are the king of Nankang, and I am a general, so there are different identities, not to mention that we are in the palace now, so of course we have to respect etiquette, you—" Speaking of which, A suspicious look appeared between his brows, "By the way, it's so late, what are you doing here alone?"

"Oh──It's really nothing──" Bao Rong replied with a smile: "I couldn't sleep, so I just came out for a walk, and came here without knowing it."

"Then—have you seen any strange people passing by here?"

"Strange person?" Xiao Baorong pretended to be stunned, but his palms were covered with sweat, "Uncle Yang, no, General Yang means that an assassin broke into the palace?"

No, no, he couldn't keep that assassin out of the mouth.He must save his life, save his life to save brother Yijue.

Seeing his blank face, Yang Ran felt inconvenient to ask further questions, but advised: "King Nankang, it's cold in the night, you'd better go back to your palace quickly!"

Bao Rongrou nodded with a smile. Seeing Yang Ran leading the guards away from the path on the right, she restrained her smirk and said coldly, "Come out, they've already left!"

The man came out from behind the fake stone, perhaps because of Yuehui's relationship, those bloody and murderous eyes unexpectedly overflowed with a little tenderness.

He walked slowly in front of Xiao Baorong's body, and looked at every look in his eyes maliciously, even every slight twitch of the corners of his eyebrows.

"Give me the antidote." Xiao Baorong tried his best to pull himself away from this extremely unnatural awkward atmosphere, staring coldly into the man's eyes, and said in a commanding tone.

"Give you the antidote, of course, but──I want you to help me find a safe place, and then I will give you the antidote."

"Are you making progress?" Xiao Baorong asked with a trace of anger.

"I'm just making a small request. Besides, you are the king of Nankang. It should be easy for me to find a safe place. How can you say that you are making progress?"

Xiao Baorong slowly loosened his clenched fist, looked at the cold sweat constantly overflowing from his forehead, and lowered his eyes to focus on his right foot, "Come with me!" After throwing these words, He turned around and threw himself into the darkness, while the man behind him just shook his body slightly, and then followed closely behind him.

Bypassing the lotus pond, stepping on a section of Yushi bridge and turning left, a not too big palace appears in front of you.Passing through the arched garden gate, one arrives at Fenghe Garden, Xiao Baorong's residence.

There are no flowers and plants planted in the courtyard, but there is a viburnum tree with pale white petals in the corner.

Xiao Baorong stepped up the stone steps, pushed the door and entered, and by the moonlight, went straight to a round table not far away, lit the candles on the table, and when he was about to turn around, he suddenly heard a 'dong' from behind .

He hurriedly turned around, and saw that the assassin was already sitting on the ground close to the door, with his head lowered, panting continuously.The candle flame changed from thin to thick, gradually illuminating the whole room, and Xiao Baorong saw that not only the man's ankles, thighs, lower abdomen, but also the skirts of the arms were wet.

Xiao Baorong seemed to think of something, and suddenly ran into the courtyard, his eyes kept staring at the ground, as if he was looking for something, when he saw only a few white Qionghua petals falling in the clean courtyard, he felt relieved. Take a breath.

He returned to the room, only to see the assassin looking up at him.

"Don't worry, I'm seriously injured, but I've already stopped the bleeding, and I'm also very careful, I didn't leave any blood on the road." The man said, wanting to sit up straight, but he didn't want to pay for it. But it was a sharp pain, and the body couldn't help but half-bowed.

And his actions just made Xiao Baorong see that there was an arrow deeply embedded in his back and shoulder blades.

Assassin Xiao Yan

"Who are you, and what is the purpose of entering the palace at night?" Xiao Baorong asked coldly, walked to the black cabinet on the right, bent down and pulled out the bottom drawer, and took out a dark green vial and A circle of thin white cloth came to the man.

"What are you doing? Are you trying to heal my wound?" The man suddenly took Xiao Baorong's hand holding the medicine bottle, and at the same time lifted the black veil covering his face with the other hand, the corners of his lips hooked He sneered coldly, "It seems that you are not stupid, you know that if you don't treat me, you won't get the antidote. So, you are also a person who is afraid of death!"

Xiao Baorong stared at him angrily, pulled his hand violently, gritted his teeth and said cruelly: "Shut up!"

The man cracked his lips and smiled, and said mockingly: "Why, I get angry when people say that, I really can't hold back, I'm still a child!"

Xiao Baorong raised his hand and slapped the man's face, but unexpectedly, his hand was slapped off by the man halfway.

"Fool──" The man smiled sinisterly, and said: "Don't do stupid things, if you continue to do this kind of thing that will only make me angry, then──you don't even want to get the antidote. Alright, now give I'm bandaging the wound, first help me take out the arrow on my back."

Xiao Baorong glared at the man angrily, then got up and walked to the bed, took out a dagger from under the mattress, drew the knife out of its sheath, baked the sharp blade on the candle flame repeatedly, then turned around and walked to the man Behind him, he stretched out his hand and tore off the black shirt on his back, revealing a large horrific wound.

The hand holding the dagger trembled slightly, and his red eyes stared at the arrow buried in the flesh and blood.

"Boy, don't have evil thoughts." The man raised his voice again, but his hoarse voice was a bit haggard. After all, he was seriously injured, and it was really not easy to survive until now without falling down.

Hearing Baorong's words, a cold light flashed across his dark pupils, as if he had thought of something, he pursed his lips tightly, and took a deep breath,

Staring closely at the bloody wound, he turned his wrist and quickly stabbed the knife point into the wound, and blood gushed out immediately.

The man's body shook violently, his forehead was instantly covered with fine beads of sweat, and the muscles on his back heaved violently.

With a serious expression on Xiao Baorong's face, his subordinates quickly picked out the arrow that pierced into the flesh, without intentionally torturing the man in front of him.

The man panted hastily, pulled out a small smile, and said intermittently: "Hand, the hand is fast──well, I thought you would torture me for a while before you would pull it out for me!"

Xiao Baorong didn't answer, sprinkled powder on the wound on his back, then carefully bandaged the wound, and then went to treat the remaining wound on his body.

By the time everything was done, it was already late at night.

"The antidote──" Xiao Baorong looked down at him condescendingly, "The antidote──I don't have to. I saved you tonight, which means you owe me a favor."

The man slowly raised his head, and the black hair on his forehead naturally scattered to both sides, revealing a stern and evil face, even Xiao Baorong was slightly taken aback.

"I owe you a favor?" the man said, holding on to the door sill with one hand, he struggled to get up from the ground, then walked to the chair by the round table and sat down, glanced disdainfully at the young man not far away, "Continue talking .”

"I want you to help me save a person, I don't need my own life, just treat it as—"

"Take it as my favor for you, right?" The man answered.

Xiao Baorong slowly lowered his head, his eyes looked around without focus.

There is no time, two days later, brother Yijue will be killed, since God let me meet this man tonight, maybe he is hinting at himself