Lord Chitose spoils me too much, what should I do?

Li Wenzhong's pupils dilated, pointing forward in horror, and shouted: "Protect Your Majesty!"

All the ministers below were dumbfounded. Why did the situation change suddenly after a farewell banquet where Yan Yan was talking and laughing?

Especially Hu Yanhao whose embarrassment had not been completely put away, his eyes almost popped out of his sockets when he saw it!

How nice, it became an assassination!

Wei Yang stood up abruptly, but he was weak all the year round and couldn't react in time, so he could only watch helplessly as the silver dagger stabbed towards the little emperor's face.

Murong Shu froze in fright, shrank back intentionally, and leaned tightly on the back of the dragon chair.

At that moment, thousands of thoughts flew through his mind, and in the end, only one question came together—

He has grown up so much, and he has never really been in charge, let alone done anything harmful to nature. This person is idle and has nothing to do, so why assassinate him?

He saw the coldly shining sword coming straight towards him, as if he needed another breath before he could poke a big bloody hole in his neck.

Nervously at a loss, he closed his eyes tightly, and fiercely protected his neck with his hands, praying that he would not really die when the knife came over!

- A hurricane came, and the familiar scent of incense hit his face, he opened his eyes nervously - Pei Que!

The hand that was used to hold her in the past, the hands that fed her, grasped the thin blade, and there was a burst of fishy sweetness in the air, and then the bright red blood dripped like strands!

He grasped the blade tightly with one hand, and threw the wine jar at the dancer with the other.

The dancing girl took a step back and forcefully pulled the dagger back from Pei Que's palm!

Li Wenzhong shivered and covered the little emperor behind his back, his voice became especially high-pitched due to panic, "Come quickly! Protect Your Majesty! Protect the Thousand-year-old Lord!"

The guards on both sides kept coming, and the dancer saw something wrong and fled into the panicked crowd.

The courtiers in the hall and the original big dancer exploded, fearing that the assassin would jump over the wall and hurt himself, and ran around in a hurry. For a while, the Yanying Hall was in chaos, and there were continuous exclamations!

"Pei Que! Pei Que!"

The little emperor pushed Li Wenzhong away, squeezed out from the guards who covered him tightly, and ran to Pei Que's side, looking distressed at the other party's bloody, trembling palms that hurt so much, tears in his eyes Come.

He shouted, "The imperial physician! Come on! The imperial physician!"

"The minister is here! The minister is here!"

In Zhang Qian's palace, only a voice could be heard, but no one could be seen.

The hall is too chaotic, he also wanted to go there, but now people are crowded, people are bumping into each other, he can take three steps, and he can be taken back two steps, but only three feet away can go up the imperial steps. I can't turn around.

Pei Que turned over his palm, and there was a deep vertical mark on the palm of his hand. The skin was turned into meat rolls, blood was flowing, and he couldn't help shaking from the pain. I don't know how much it hurts!

Murong Shu glanced at his wound, gritted his teeth, lifted his robe, and ran in the direction of Zhang Qian's voice.

Pei Que didn't expect that he would run over in a hurry, he was unprepared and didn't catch anyone!

Li Wenzhong yelled at the back in a hurry, and ran down with hasty small steps.

Seeing this, the guards who had been with Murong Shu swarmed over, and the Yanying Hall, which was already in a mess like a pot of porridge, suddenly seemed like two handfuls of firewood had been added to the pot, blown by the wind and burning. more prosperous丨

"Your Majesty! Your Majesty!"

"Protect Your Majesty!"

The assassin blended into the crowd, and he didn't know where he was hiding now. Needless to say, how dangerous it is for His Majesty to go down!

Li Wenzhong hurried on, and saw the bright yellow dragon robe mixed into the crowd, and disappeared in the blink of an eye!

His Majesty has disappeared, and the adults above are going crazy!

Wei Yang coughed lightly, covered his mouth and nose with a handkerchief, and hurried towards the direction where the little emperor disappeared.

Pei Que pushed away the little eunuch who was wrapping his wound with a clean cloth, and rushed down in a hurry regardless of the bleeding wound!

But within a short time, a head emerged from the crowd, followed by a sleeve embroidered with a five-clawed golden dragon.

It was the little emperor who had mixed into the crowd not long ago.

He got out from the crowd, grabbed Zhang Qian's sleeve with the other hand, and was hurriedly rushing up the imperial steps!

"His Majesty!"

Hearing Pei Que's anxious and worried voice, he raised his face with a smile, "I'm here!"

Pei Que's footsteps stopped in place, not far away, he could even see Murong Shu's messy hair and the sweat dripping from his forehead.

His eyes were shining brightly, and he was full of himself inside, with a full smile, he shouted, "I'm here!"

Isn't he afraid?The assassin was in the crowd!

How could he not be afraid!

When the dagger stabbed at him, he trembled in fear and fell down on the dragon chair, not even daring to open his eyes!

How dare he go there alone!

The corners of Pei Que's eyes were moist, and a voice came from his mind, "It's not for you!"

His eyes were red, he strode forward, and hugged the little emperor into his arms without any hesitation.

The injured palm trembled uncontrollably, and the blood kept dripping on the dragon robe, leaving patches of dark blood...

With a hoarse voice and choked with sobs, he hugged him forcefully into his arms, as if he wanted to strangle him into his flesh and blood...

"Murong Shu! Are you stupid!"

"If you can't see the situation clearly, you dare to go there!"

"Do you know that someone is going to kill you!"

His body was trembling, and tears dripped onto the dragon robe of the person in his arms, soaking it all up.

The person in his arms hugged his waist carefully, and said softly, "I know."

"But, I'm worried about you..."

I worry about you...

Pei Que's heart was sore and soft, he swallowed the words on his lips, let go of him, and pulled him back to the top of the imperial steps.

Zhang Qian kept his head down, not daring to raise his eyes to treat Lord Qiantose's wound.

One hand of Lord Chitose was being bandaged, and the other hand was tightly grasping Murong Shu's wrist, "Do you still dare to run around?"

Murong Shu couldn't bear to look at his rolled flesh, and wrinkled his small face, "I don't dare..."

Pei Que was afraid that scratching him would hurt him, so he put his arm on the other's shoulder, and his tone was like admonishing his son, "Did you see the wound? Are you afraid?"

The little emperor nodded with a wrinkled face.

"You just ran down, if the assassin finds out, you will be the one who will be treated for the wound now!"

Murong Shu grabbed his sleeve with his fingers, quickly shook his head, expressing that he knew he was wrong.

Pei Que smiled silently, he lowered his head, the corners of his lips were printed on the forehead of the person in his arms, containing countless deep meanings.

On the other side, Wei Yang stood on the half of the imperial steps, with his back against the bustling crowd, watching them embrace each other.

He lowered his eyes, turned and left...

The assassin escaped from the Hall of Yanying, he didn't know which palace he went to, and he didn't catch him for a while.

The inspector of ceremonies and a group of guards rummaged around the palace side by side, trying to arrest the assassin quickly.

All the ministers in the Yanying Hall and a group of musicians and dancers were all left in the hall.

The emperor's assassination was no small matter.

What's more, the palace is deep and the rules are strict. How the assassin got into the dancing girls, how he escaped the search, and brought the murder weapon into the palace must all be found out.

Li Yuanbai, Minister of Guanglu Temple, knelt on the ground, waiting for the death of Lord Qiantui.

There are five temples in Dazhou: Dali Temple is in charge of criminal proceedings, Taichang Temple is in charge of sacrificial matters, Taipu Temple is in charge of Ma Zheng, and Honglu Temple is in charge of etiquette for foreign guests.

And the remaining Guanglu Temple is in charge of the palace food and banquets. He has served as the minister of Guanglu Temple for more than ten years, and there has never been a mistake in the banquet in the palace. Now this is the first time

Besides, it was His Majesty who was almost injured today, and Lord Chitose who was really injured. Now that the two masters were shocked and lost face in front of foreign missions, I am afraid that today will not end well.

He knelt on the ground, his back bent and bent, and countless eyes fell on him, which made him even more anxious and uncomfortable.

Yesterday, His Majesty's oral order came, and they non-stop prepared for today's meal and banquet. The dancers and musicians are all from the palace, so how could something go wrong!

The little emperor was sitting on the dragon chair, with Lord Qiantose standing beside him, and said coldly, "What's the matter with the dancing girl?"

Li Yuanbai knelt on the ground, "Go back to Lord Qiansui, that dancer girl has long been in the palace, and she has been registered and her name is Fang Niang."

Pei Que snorted coldly, "Go and check!"

Not long after, the supervisor of ceremonies brought back a young woman, who was wearing palace-style clothes and knelt on the ground.

The leader bowed to the above, "Your Majesty, Lord Qiantui. Fang Niang was knocked unconscious and thrown in the closet. The assassin is someone else!"

"Find!"

Pei Que stared at Li Yuanbai on the ground, his voice became colder, "Dig three feet into the ground, and find that woman too!"

The banquet broke up unhappily, Bei Yu Huyanhao's heart that was about to move was broken into scum, and all the ministers left the palace together after accepting the interrogation in the palace.

It's just that the emperor was assassinated, and the matter was very important. Now the case has been handed over to Dali Temple. Before the mastermind behind the scenes is caught, in order to prove their innocence and cooperate with Dali Temple's activities, they have to stay in Beijing for a while and cannot leave.

Behind the Yanying Hall, the little emperor carefully asked Pei Que about the precautions for his wound.

On the other hand, Pei Que was looking at him tenderly, his eyes full of tenderness.

Suddenly, someone pulled his sleeves. He turned around and saw that it was his confidant Tian Zhen.

Didn't he follow out to find the assassin's hiding place?

Pei Que raised his eyebrows and looked at him suspiciously.

Tian Zhen made a troubled expression, hesitant to speak.

Pei Que turned his head, and the little emperor happened to write down the taboos in Zhang Qian's mouth in a small notebook, and wrote down to the last one.

He handed the brush to Li Wenzhong, took the palm-sized notebook, and blew on it with his mouth pouted.

"Remember it! Pei Qing, let's go!"

Pei Que nodded, and led the people out of Yanying Hall.

The emperor's imperial chariot was already waiting outside the hall. He sent the little emperor over and patted the other person's head, "Your Majesty will go back by himself first, and I will go to deal with some matters first, and I will come to you soon."

The little emperor grabbed his sleeve, "Then Pei Qing has to come back soon...I'm a little scared...and a little worried about you..."

Pei Que nodded, "Before I go back, don't run around in Chengqian Palace, be obedient!"

The little emperor reluctantly got into the carriage, then lifted the curtain and waved to him, "Pei Qing... come back early..."

Watching His Majesty's chariot go away, Tian Zhen said in a low voice, "Master, the assassin has been found!"

Pei Que was puzzled, "If you find it, bring it here. What are you doing hiding?"

Tian Zhen hesitated to speak, "Master, you will understand when you go and have a look..."