It's easy to be a villain, but hard to be a princess

Ye Qing stood in front of Han Zixiao with a big knife, fending off the assassin for him, Ye Qing's kung fu was on par with Han Zixiao's, both of them only knew some three-legged cat kung fu, his knife was placed next to the assassin's sword, Seeing that he was about to be suppressed, Ye Qing gritted his teeth, "My lord, help me quickly! I can't take it anymore!"

Han Zixiao came back to his senses and took the opportunity to kick the assassin.

Soon, a large number of soldiers poured in from the nearby jungle, and it seemed that they were all here to deal with the assassins.At this time, two bodyguards in blue rushed to Han Zixiao to fend off the assassins for Han Zixiao, and said one by one: "I am humbled by the order of the prince to protect the princess. The princess must not run around."

Han Zixiao looked at the altar. Chu Muqing was besieged by several fake monks and hadn't escaped yet.Han Zixiao made a decisive decision and shouted to the two guards: "Hurry up and save the prince!"

Han Zixiao picked up a sword from the ground and rushed up to the altar. The two guards were shocked and quickly followed.Holding the sword, Han Zixiao stabbed a fake monk from behind. The fake monk spat out blood and turned his head to stare at him.Han Zixiao pulled out the sword from the fake monk's body, who knows, someone cut him from behind while he was not being killed.

"Young master!" Ye Qing watched this scene from a distance, shouting hysterically.

Han Zixiao felt a pain in his back, thinking that he was going to go west, his eyes were wide open with Chu Muqing reflected.Chu Muqing stepped forward and pulled him over, and scolded, "What are you doing in a daze!"

When Han Zixiao came back to his senses, he was already behind Chu Muqing, raised his hand to touch the back, but there was no blood, it was obvious that his clothes had been cut.Han Zixiao touched the unbroken mid laner inside, and suddenly remembered that the silver dress that Chu Muqing gave him this morning, it was the dress that blocked the blade, so he didn't bleed, but it hurt a little.

King Ling looked at the army that suddenly rushed out from all around, with a look of surprise and bewilderment, how could this be?When he was organizing the ceremony, no one except his own people knew about his plan.He purposely held the ceremony outside the palace so that he could set up an ambush to assassinate the regent and Chu Ruihong. He pretended to protect Chu Ruihong and showed it to all civil and military officials. throne.

He carefully laid out the game, thinking that nothing would go wrong, but he didn't expect that thousands of elite soldiers were waiting for him.

Seeing the rescuers, Chu Ruihong pointed to the monk on the altar and said, "Hurry up, take down the assassin!"

King Ling saw that his people were getting fewer and fewer, but the regent was still safe and sound, so he gritted his teeth with hatred.He glanced back and saw that Chu Ruihong was right behind him. He couldn't kill the regent, but it would be good to kill an emperor.

Just when he was about to make a move, the frightened dancer ran over, with pear blossoms in her eyes, "My lord, help me!"

King Ling was not very prepared for this dancer, but he didn't want to see his abdomen pierced by the dagger before it came out of his sleeve.King Ling's eyes were wide open, staring at the dancer who had been with him these days, "You..." King Ling summoned up all his strength, raised his foot and kicked the dancer away, who staggered a few steps back and fell to the ground.

King Ling looked down at the bleeding abdomen, and then at Chu Muqing who was safe and sound. It seemed that this assassination was doomed to fail.

Chu Muqing only used one hand to fight the two fake monks, and the other hand held Han Zixiao's hand firmly to protect him behind his back.Han Zixiao looked at Chu Muqing's back. There was a gash on his left shoulder. The wound was not deep but was stained with blood. It turned out that he gave him the invulnerable clothes, but he didn't wear them.

Han Zixiao looked at the hand he was firmly holding, and remembered what Liu Qinghe had said.

Chu Muqing treated him sincerely...

A large number of fake monks were killed or injured on the altar, and the elite soldiers who came to aid had the upper hand. The rebellion was put down within a quarter of an hour, but the mausoleum king had disappeared.

A group of civil officials saw that the rebellious party had been put down, so they swarmed forward to express condolences to the dragon body, "Your Majesty, your dragon body is fine!"

Chu Ruihong collected himself, and said, "I'm fine." Looking at Chu Muqing over there, his eyes were complicated.

Back to the palace.

When Chu Ruihong saw Chu Muqing alone, he was angry at him for keeping himself in the dark, and glared at him angrily, "You knew early on that King Ling had arranged assassins for the ceremony, but you didn't reveal anything to me. What are your intentions!"

Chu Muqing took a deep breath, "If the subject says it, will the emperor believe it?"

"Why don't I believe it?"

"The minister dares to ask the emperor, why did you let King Ling enter the capital? Why did you let him organize the ceremony? What is the emperor's intention?" Chu Muqing asked him continuously.

Chu Ruihong was speechless. He had arranged for King Mausoleum to come to Beijing, and the ceremony was an excuse to let him and the regent brother fight each other. He never thought that King Mausoleum would arrange an assassination.

Chu Muqing stared at him, "When King Ling entered the capital, the ministers were wary of him. As for the emperor, did you ever suspect him? If the emperor has no doubts about him, no matter what the ministers say, it will just fall on deaf ears."

After Chu Muqing finished speaking, she turned around and left the imperial study room. Chu Ruihong sat behind the imperial case and beat the table with clenched fists, even the eunuch next to her was startled.

Chu Muqing left the palace and returned to the palace.Just as Han Zixiao came out after changing his clothes, he happened to meet Chu Muqing.Han Zixiao's face was slightly embarrassed, "My lord, my lord."

Chu Muqing looked him up and down, "Are you hurt?"

"No." Thinking of the cut on Chu Muqing's left shoulder, Han Zixiao said, "Just now when I got down from the office, I saw that the lord was injured, I wonder if he had been given medicine."

"No, you came to help me."

Han Zixiao responded, and followed Chu Muqing back to the dormitory.Chu Muqing took off his clothes and sat on the round stool. Han Zixiao wiped off the blood around his wound with a handkerchief, sprinkled some golden sore medicine powder on the wound, and cut out a long gauze to bind the wound.

Han Zixiao didn't ask him why he didn't wear the invulnerable clothes, but gave it to him instead, and didn't ask him, but he knew that there would be assassins at the ceremony.Just jokingly said: "Before I met the prince, the wind was smooth and smooth. After I met the prince, I walked around the ghost gate twice in just half a year."

Chu Muqing turned her head to look at him, "You are beating around the bush and saying that this king is your curse."

Han Zixiao smiled, "What I want to say is that I have experienced two catastrophes, and it is thanks to the prince that I got a blessing in disguise."

Chu Muqing said: "Following this king will indeed lead to many twists and turns, but as long as this king is still here, he will protect you."

Although Han Zixiao's heart was warm, it was followed by a guilty conscience.He doesn't deserve Chu Muqing's protection. To put it bluntly, he, Han Zixiao, is just a spy.If one day Chu Muqing knew that Han Zixiao approached him only because he wanted to help Chu Ruihong get rid of his influence, perhaps Chu Muqing would hate him to the core.

Han Zixiao handed him clean clothes, "Prince, put on the clothes quickly, don't catch a cold."

"My king is injured, you should help me wear it."

Han Zixiao paused, "Yes." Chu Muqing stood up, and Han Zixiao stood in front of him to dress him, lowering his head and not daring to look into his eyes.Chu Muqing planted a light kiss on his forehead, Han Zixiao shook his hand, and the jade pendant in his hand almost fell to the ground.

Han Zixiao still tied his belt with his head down, pretending nothing happened.

King Ling is now on the run and his whereabouts are unknown. Chu Muqing sent people to search everywhere. Once found, he will be shot or killed.

Yunhe Palace.

Chu Ruihong and Han Zixiao sat in the pavilion.After Han Zixiao came from Yushitai, Chu Ruihong remained silent, just drinking tea quietly, as if he was thinking about something.

Han Zixiao glanced at him occasionally, saw that he hadn't spoken for a long time, and said: "The emperor summoned the humble minister today, what is the reason?"

Chu Ruihong looked at him, "At the ceremony the day before yesterday, the regent arranged for two thousand elite soldiers to be near the imperial tomb early in the morning. Did you know about this early in the morning?"

Han Zixiao said: "Back to the emperor, I don't know about this matter."

"Then do you know how the regent saw that the mausoleum king was going to tamper with the ceremony?"

Han Zixiao thought of the dancer who was placed next to King Ling, he had seen it twice at the Prince Regent's Mansion, and Chu Muqing must have used her to learn about King Ling's plan.Han Zixiao hesitated for a moment, then said: "This minister has neglected his duty. He has been working hard to investigate Wei Haotian's corruption case these days, but failed to pay attention to the regent's actions. Please punish him."

Chu Ruihong took a deep breath, "It's none of your business, it's because he hid it deeply."

Holding the teacup, Han Zixiao looked at Chu Ruihong, and said, "Anyway, the regent has seen through Prince Ling's plot, which is beneficial and harmless to the emperor."

"I know." Chu Ruihong laughed bitterly at himself, "I can only blame my incompetence."

Han Zixiao got up quickly, bowed his hands in front of him, and said: "The emperor is the son of heaven, you must not belittle yourself."

Chu Ruihong looked at him, "In front of you, I just want to tell the truth."

Han Zixiao raised his head, Chu Ruihong said: "Sit down, don't worry, I'm only talking to you about these things."

Han Zixiao sat back on the stone bench, and Chu Ruihong sighed, "I wanted to use King Ling to deal with the regent, but was put together by King Ling. Even if the civil and military officials don't discuss it, I feel a little ashamed."

Han Zixiao pondered for a moment, "Your Majesty, please forgive me for speaking bluntly."

Chu Ruihong looked at him, "Say it."

"In terms of age, the emperor is younger than any other official in the court. I think that the emperor can listen to the opinions of the ministers, accumulate experience, and use it for himself."

"If I think it is desirable, I will naturally adopt it." Chu Ruihong picked up the tea on the table and took a sip, then thought of another question, "Zi Xiao, how are you and the regent?"

Han Zixiao took a deep breath and said, "It's hard to describe in words, but these days, I have finally realized the helplessness of the emperor being restrained by the regent."

"It turns out that Zixiao is also a fallen man in the world." Chu Ruihong smiled wryly, "But Zixiao is better than me, but I have been bound by him for six years. During these six years, I have been like a puppet. He will do whatever he says. , I can't tolerate me being the master."

Han Zixiao noticed the bitterness on Chu Ruihong's face, "The restraint is only temporary, and one day, the emperor will be alone."