Fortunately for Feng Yanghou

I heard that the last time Feng Yanghou was injured and fainted in the hunting ground, the king didn't even go to the altar to pray, he just rushed back to the palace with Feng Yanghou in his arms, and invited the best imperial doctor in the palace to see him. Let him stay in the inner room of Mingguang Hall for two nights.All kinds of them can be seen.

Liu Yu lacked confidence.

He stretched out his hand to support his left arm, holding his breath, and said, "Master Liu Yu can return what belongs to Her Majesty the Princess."

As he spoke, he let go of his hand and reached out to Liu Yu.

Liu Yu's eyes were a little dull when he heard the words, and he was afraid that the people in front of him would see the clue, so he nodded stiffly, and took out Fang Haitang Xiaoyue's embroidered handkerchief from the interlayer of his clothes, "Return the original. Please call back for me, Lord Hou. I will go to the Princess Mansion again to visit Her Highness the Princess."

It can be said that no one can stop what Liu Yu wants to achieve.And after Princess Danyang promised Liu Yu with her royal status, she couldn't go back on what she said.

The light in his eyes was hard to find.

He frowned to see Liu Yu's expression, without saying a word, but said in his heart: You also have to meet Princess Danyang at the Princess Mansion; remember, Qi Xin had already issued an order to the guards of the Princess Mansion, declaring that Princess Danyang banned the Princess Mansion No trespassing unless ordered by the king.

He took the square handkerchief, lowered his eyebrows and looked at it twice, the embroidery work is average, the implication is you and me, and at a glance, he can tell that the girl in Danyang is eager to court her.

He put the handkerchief back into his cuffs and turned to leave.

"Young Master Liu Yu, the grassroots Zhu He came forward to recommend you."

In that compartment, a limping figure suddenly appeared behind the screen.

He stamped his feet, and caught a glimpse of Liu Yu raising his hand to allow, a white-haired man in a cloth shirt with a wine gourd hanging on his waist bowed in with sideways eyes.

Really a very weird person.

He saw that the man was only in his early forties, but with white hair around his head, and he was drinking heavily, and he suddenly looked like a sixtieth year old man.What's more, the person came lame and squinted, and when he smiled at the corner of his wide mouth, his dark eyes were sunken deep in the eye sockets, dim and free.

"Submit your self-recommendation letter." At this moment, even Liu Yu felt something was wrong.

Liu Yu was sitting by the desk, looking at Zhu He who was bowing in front of him, frowning.

At this time, he was standing a foot away from Zhu He, watching the man take out a self-recommendation letter from the interlayer of his jacket with a trembling hand, settled his swaying body, and presented the self-recommendation letter to Zhu He with his eyes closed. Liu Yu.

Liu Yu took it, and glanced at the self-recommended letter, "Zhu He, a native of Zhai Wei, has been a guest of the second son of Zhai Wei's household department for two years."

Liu Yu read out every single word, while reading, she glanced at Zhu He who stood proudly straight for a moment, and then turned her eyes to him who was beside Zhu He.

The second son of Zhai Wei's household minister?He has never been to Zhai Wei, and he is not interested in who has a few children.

"Since you have a good official career, why do you want to come to this Zhou Dynasty to beg under Mr. Liu Yu?" He suddenly opened his lips, and his voice was like a deep spring of broken jade.

He took a step forward, no more, no less, and just as he walked behind Zhu He, Zhu He, who was originally calm-eyed, tightened the wine gourd around his waist.

Liu Yu was stunned when he heard this.

For a long time, the only answers to him were the whistling wind and the sound of falling raindrops.

After a while, Zhu He stepped forward, ready to open his mouth to speak.

At this time, he was staring behind Zhu He, looking at Zhu He's slightly staggering steps, his eyes were as dark as black abysses, "Benhou heard that the second son of Zhai Wei's Hubu Shangshu had died when he was young. So, Ben Hou wanted to ask, which house of the Minister of the Household Department did you work as a doorman?"

His eyes were like ice jade with a frosty glow, and he stared straight at him, forcing the visitor to have nowhere to hide.

Liu Yu was shocked, "Who the hell are you! What are your intentions!"

Liu Yu didn't even think about that there were some unscrupulous people who mixed up in Chaohe Huaboat.

Faced with Liu Yu's attack, the man named Zhu He raised his head suddenly, and lifted the wine gourd tightly squeezed around his waist, and the poison that was emitting black smoke went straight to Liu Yu's body.

"Be careful!" In desperation, he kicked Zhu He's lower back, buying the opportunity for Liu Yu to react in time to dodge the sneak attack.

Liu Yu took advantage of the table to cover it, and rolled under the table. He listened to the corrosion sound on the table with his head in his arms, and his scalp felt numb.

He retracted his feet, jumped up, gathered a sharp palm wind and slashed at Zhu He.

Zhu He sprinkled a gourd full of poison, quickly covered his back and rolled around to the left, showing the dagger in his boots, and he was limping in no time, only squinting his eyes and panting heavily.

"Feng Yanghou, since you insist on blocking the way, I have no choice but to fulfill you! Brothers, kill!"

With a wave of Zhu He's dagger, all the black-clothed assassins who had been hiding at the bottom of the river burst out of the water, holding machetes in their hands, cut open the window screen of the painting boat, and surrounded him.

"No, there are assassins!"

Scholars and bureaucrats who heard the noise in the painting boat pushed the door out one after another, terrified.What's more, as soon as he saw the masked assassin who was about to kill, he turned around and jumped off the Siyu River, becoming an "infatuated species" of "sacrificing love" for Siyu without hesitation.

When it was raining heavily, the formerly reserved scholars in Chaohe Painting Boat jumped into the river in embarrassment and shouted for help.

The steward who heard the news had been beheaded by the flashing assassin at some point, and the bloody head rolled down to Liu Yu's feet. Liu Yu was so startled that he covered his mouth and nose tremblingly, his face livid.

At this moment, he knocked down an assassin, grabbed the scimitar, and signaled Liu Yu to stay under the table with his eyes not to act rashly. Then, he turned around and attacked Zhu He in the center of the assassin with a powerful move.

"You guys are Zhai Wei's assassin group?" Although it was doubtful, it was definitely very special.

The people in front of them are holding scimitars, with unique patterns on their waists, well-trained and able to breathe. Such well-organized assassins are rare in Zhai and Wei. There is only one assassin group called "梼杌" He is well-known and often accepts murder deals.

"Who hired you to kill Liu Yu!" He turned around to avoid the head-on stabs of two assassins, and swung his knife to block Zhu He's sneak attack from behind. down.

"Master Hou doesn't need to know about these things. It's not for someone like Master Hou to understand ghosts!" In case he escaped from death, how could he not get to the bottom of it with the wisdom and wisdom of the people in front of him?

Zhu He had some twists and turns in his heart.

Zhu He drew back the dagger, with a sinister look in his eyes, "His left arm is wounded, and he used the Nether Arrow."

Saying that, dozens of assassins put away their scimitars in an instant, lined up in front, and took out their bows and arrows behind their waists.

Anyone with a discerning eye knows that these short arrows have been quenched with a poison that can corrode the flesh, so they are called "Ghost Arrows".

He frowned and pursed his lips, his handsome face was so pale that there was not a trace of blood.Once the poisonous arrows are fired, he will surely die.

He clenched his fist with his left hand, and with a slight effort, he felt the blood scab split open. The bright red blood soaked his outer shirt, dripped to the ground along his fingers, and a flower of blood bloomed.

"Let go!" Zhu He waved his hand with a smirk, and the Nether Arrows immediately flew off the bowstring and shot towards him.

Seeing this, he immediately swung his scimitar to avoid the murderous poisoned short arrows.

For a while, random arrows shot through.

Liu Yu huddled under the table, glanced at the arrow feathers that were slanted on the ground, and looked worriedly at Feng Yanghou who was alone facing the assassin group. He wanted to help but his calves were trembling, and his heart became more and more uncomfortable.

And he knocked down the poisonous arrows approaching with cold eyes, but in the end he was outnumbered by two fists, and soon exhausted, he knelt on the ground with his knife on his hands.

"Whoosh—" Zhu He looked at Feng Yanghou who was half kneeling on the ground not far away, took the bow and arrow from his subordinates, aimed at his heart, and released the poisonous arrow.

He watched the poisonous arrows flying from far and near, with a smile on his mouth, and slowly closed his eyes.

In this way, it doesn't matter if you end your life.

He closed his eyes and waited for the Nether Arrow.