Joy of Life: I'm really not a saint

This was something he had not expected, but at the same time he felt very happy! It seemed that there were many like-minded people in the world. If so many people wanted Emperor Qing to die, why should he worry about not being able to accomplish his goal?

After the surprise came the excitement.

When the second wave of assassins also failed, he did not look down on those assassins, but he also understood that the final responsibility fell on his head.

And the development of things did not go beyond his expectations.

Emperor Qing didn't know why he was so concerned about Master Fan that he was willing to spend his energy to keep him alive. Afterwards, Emperor Qing stood up and shook his body, making the eunuch think that the poison was taking effect. He didn't know that this was a deliberate flaw of Emperor Qing, and he immediately took out the dagger that he had hidden on his body for many years like a magic trick.

One hit kill!

Then he died.

"Your Majesty, in my humble opinion, this eunuch may not be in the same group as the two previous assassins!"

Emperor Qing nodded, agreeing with the statement of Gong Dian who had returned at an unknown time.

Seeing that His Majesty agreed, Gong Dian immediately clasped his fists and said, "The assassin was seriously injured. I think he has not escaped far. Why don't we let General Qin guard here and I will capture him and bring him back for questioning?"

Emperor Qing shook his head and looked at Sanshi who was fixed on a stretcher in the middle of the field. He had lost much interest.

"You don't need to go for this matter. I have already arranged for someone else."

There was one thing he didn't say. In Emperor Qing's opinion, Gong Dian might not be able to return if he went after the assassin. Regardless of whether the other party had any help, the assassin alone was not something Gong Dian could handle.

The other people he sent out were the Tiger Guards!

This is also the reason why Fan Jian followed him.

The Tiger Guards were elite soldiers that he had ordered Fan Jian to secretly train for him. They were the best in the entire Qing Kingdom! There were hundreds of them, and their food, supplies, and even their training methods were the best in the army!

There were a lot of people at the beginning, but now there are less than three hundred left.

Everyone is at least at the sixth level, and most of them have reached the seventh level. I think in two years, hundreds of people will reach the eighth level! In this way, this force will be complete!

Just think about it, what kind of tacit understanding will these people develop after living and eating together for many years? Plus the most advanced weapons and armor in the army.

What kind of terrifying power is this? Not to mention that the assassin who came was a ninth-rank one, even if he was a grandmaster, with so many high-ranking soldiers working together, it is not impossible to strangle him! Even if it is grinding, it can grind off a layer of skin!

Everything was just as Emperor Qing had imagined. This force was very strong. It would become the strongest force in Fan Xian's hands, even stronger than Jian Lu!

The sword is a good sword! But the swordsmith Fan Jian betrayed him!

When Emperor Qing put his hands behind his back and slowly turned around to leave, he gestured to Gong Dian and said, "Kill Sanshi!"

Your Majesty's words are the truth.

Gong Dian did not hesitate. In the puzzled gazes of the ascetics in Xuankong Mountain, Master Sanshi's head and body were separated.

They didn't even want to charge him with a crime, and there was no trial!

This second most respected priest of the Qing Temple in the Qing Kingdom did not die at the hands of Li An of the Northern Qi Dynasty, but died in his hometown of Qing Kingdom.

I don’t know whether I should be happy or sad?

Until his death, Sanshi never got the answer as to why Emperor Qing killed his senior brother, the High Priest!

Chapter 216 Beast!

The mountains are steep and rocky.

It was midnight, in the dense forest forty miles away from Xuankong Mountain.

The assassination of Emperor Qing, the ruler of Qing State, and the serious injury of Fan Xian, the head of the Supervisory Council, are the responsibility of executing all the orders of Emperor Qing and the ultimate hidden mission - protecting Fan Xian. The three hundred tiger guards chased and intercepted the ninth-rank assassin. Although the assassin's body skills were extraordinary, how could they just let it go?

The assassin was forced into a smaller and smaller encirclement. After several hours, he only managed to escape a few dozen miles given his speed. It was truly incredible.

He was covered in wounds, but he had no intention of fighting, and he didn't even have time to treat his bleeding wounds, because he knew that once he fell into the rhythm of the Tiger Guards, it would be impossible to cut off all connections, which would bring endless trouble to the people behind him.

Another encounter. Fortunately, there were only a dozen soldiers blocking the way. The assassin's inner helplessness during the fight was beyond description!

Is it time to use real skills? He thought

In an effort to avoid being hit by another arrow, he madly consumed his energy and strength. His feet were extremely accurate, as if he had eyes. He narrowly avoided several weapons approaching him. His figure was ethereal, and he rushed out of the encirclement at an astonishing speed.

This is a cliff and we have reached the edge of the dense forest.

Because of the altitude, it doesn't take much thought to know that there should be a river running towards the sea below.

The assassin did not pause, nor did he hesitate for a moment, as if he would rather die than fall into the hands of the tiger guards. He rushed straight down the cliff like a black dragon!

As if he felt the speed was not fast enough, he kicked hard a few times on the protruding part of the cliff!

Jumping off a cliff is not just the specialty of Wuzhu and Fan Xian.

At this time, Newton's coffin and gravity disappeared one after another. The assassin's black clothes made him blend into the night perfectly, and he disappeared into the night.

In less than ten breaths, several soldiers appeared on the cliff.

"Boss, this guy's movements are somewhat familiar!"

"After being hit by His Majesty's palm, he can still move at this speed. It's incredible!"

"Perhaps this person was specially trained to do this. Whether it's mental or martial arts."

The leader did not breathe a sigh of relief, but his expression became heavy. He looked at the bottom of the cliff, listened to the increasingly dense footsteps behind him, took a deep breath and said, "Divide into two teams, go down in two directions to investigate, and find the person alive or the body dead! The limit is one hour!"

After saying that, he left one person behind to meet the reinforcements behind him and convey the order, and the rest of them divided into two teams and disappeared in two directions.

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That night, only a handful of people in the entire Kyoto could sleep.

The news of the emperor's assassination had already spread far and wide. At this moment, the assassin has not yet been arrested, but Emperor Qing has already dealt with a group of veteran military generals, among whom the most seriously implicated are the imperial guards who are guarding today.

According to Emperor Qing's personality, the Supervisory Office would have been affected as well. However, perhaps out of concern for Fan Xian, who had performed meritorious service in protecting the emperor today, Emperor Qing was not in a hurry to punish those involved in the Supervisory Office.

Originally, the assassination of Emperor Qing was not a big deal in the eyes of those who knew the situation. After all, it would be abnormal if Emperor Qing was not assassinated more than a dozen times a year, and they had long been accustomed to it.

However, this time it was not happening in the palace, but in public, so it was impossible to block the news. This dealt a heavy blow to Emperor Qing's prestige!

The high tower that Emperor Qing has built in people's hearts for a long time has now loosened. This is what makes Emperor Qing most angry!

Outside the imperial study room in the palace.

Gong Dian was standing there silently, thinking about everything that happened today.

Logically speaking, as the commander of the Imperial Guard, he was to blame and should be severely punished. However, if someone carefully observed, they would find that most of the officers who were punished today were from the Ye family or officers close to the Ye family.

Gong Dian did not appear on the Hanging Mountain in the first half of today's event because he received a secret order.

Thinking about the fact that the assassin seemed to know the Imperial Guards' arrangements by heart, to a frightening degree, these coincidences made Gong Dian sweat profusely.

The palace is not good at conspiracies and intrigues, so now we can only wait for the order from His Majesty in the room.

"Send Chen Pingping from the Supervisory Council to the palace!"

Gong Dian turned around and was about to accept the order to leave when Emperor Qing's voice came faintly: "Oh, it's getting late now and it's past midnight. In addition, there are assassins running rampant in Kyoto. I ordered the shadow guard Chen Pingping, who is in charge of the Sixth Division of the Inspection Institute, to come along!"

The imperial palace was dark and serene, and Emperor Qing's words seemed even more imposing against the backdrop of the towering city buildings.

"Leader!"

Gong Dian clasped his fists and turned to leave. He wanted to go and invite Dean Chen in person, as he was afraid that the others might not be important enough.

In a dead end alley in Kyoto, a figure in black quietly appeared. The moment he appeared, several figures flashed over.

The shadow did not resist or defend, but opened his arms in a hug. The men first took off the figure's coat, then bandaged him up. When everything was ready, they took out new clothes for him to wear.

"My Lord, time is of the essence."

"No need to say more."

The figure was very frugal with his words and disappeared on the spot after he finished speaking.

Chen Garden.

A pale face appeared in front of Chen Pingping. Looking at the face that looked like it hadn't seen the sun for many years, Chen Pingping smiled slightly and asked gently in a hoarse voice, "Are you tired?"

Shadow was slightly stunned and said softly, "It's a small matter."

His expression was one of indescribable pride and confidence.

Chen Pingping sighed slightly, and after a long silence, he whispered, "His Majesty may know your identity."

Shadow tightened his grip on the dagger at his waist. No matter if he was injured or not, or if the smell of the medicine used to bandage his wound was very faint, as long as he entered the palace tonight, his life and death would be entirely decided by Emperor Qing.

The temperature in the room seemed to drop by several degrees. Shadow was very imposing, but with his strength, he couldn't say anything arrogant at the moment.

“You’ll find out when you get there!”

Boom boom boom!

"President, General Gong came to visit and said that His Majesty has summoned him." A steward of the Supervisory Council said outside the door.

Chen Pingping lowered his head slightly, his expression darkening.

"Please wait for a moment, General Gong. I will come after I change my clothes." He did not ask for details because he understood that Shadow must enter the palace with him.

The person outside the door did not respond and seemed to have left.

Chen Pingping took out the mask that Shadow wore all year round and handed it to the other party. After Shadow took it, he rubbed the mask with his palm and smiled gently.

"How is Fan Xian injured?"

"I missed the vital part, so it shouldn't be a big deal."

"You acted on your own this time." Chen Pingping's smile became more gentle. The distance between the two was so close that Shadow could see the cold light in Chen Pingping's eyes. "Don't do it again!"

"Shadow understands!"

Chen Pingping nodded and pushed the wheelchair towards the door. Shadow paused, then walked behind Chen Pingping and pushed the wheelchair.

"By the way, has Master Wuzhu shown up?"

Chen Pingping seemed to remember something, and the violent haze in his eyes gradually dissipated.

"I haven't seen Lord Wuzhu. If he shows up, I won't be able to come back." Shadow weighed his tone and gave an affirmative answer.

"A storm is coming!"

The two figures are like two wild beasts, who appear to be very obedient on the surface, but are difficult to tame secretly.

Chapter 217: Cleverly resolved.

The carriage drove towards the palace in the dark and against the wind. The wheels rubbed and scraped on the long stone road, making a squeaking sound.

Apart from these movements, no one inside the carriage or outside, walking or riding, made any sound. Everything was so quiet that if it weren't for the bright orange light from the torches at the front and on both sides, it would have really been like a ghost army passing through.

Gong Dian spoke only when the carriage arrived outside the palace.

"President Chen, His Majesty is very angry."

The carriage did not stop. The gatekeeper had already been greeted and let the vehicle pass when he saw the visitor.

"Thank you General Gong for the reminder."

Then there was a period of silence, the exquisite buildings in the palace retreated one after another, and the carriage sped up a bit.

"Your Highness, I, Chen Pingping, request an audience with Your Majesty!"

"Let them in!"

When Yingzi pushed the wheelchair and entered the imperial study under the guidance of Eunuch Hou, Emperor Qing was leisurely brewing tea. When the boiling water poured into the cup, it stirred up the emerald green tea leaves and fleeting bubbles, and a golden halo appeared in the cup, and it was unknown whether it was due to the candlelight.

At this moment, a steady hand reached over, picked up one of the cups and held it in front of him: "Thank you, Your Majesty!"

Emperor Qing shook his head, sounding somewhat angry, and said, "Do you know how Fan Xian is doing now?"

Although Chen Pingping was smiling, his tone was obviously anxious. After placing the teacup on the table, he straightened his robe and asked, "I haven't had time to check on his injuries yet. Is he seriously injured?"

"That assassin deserves to die!"

The sudden anger of Emperor Qing made Chen Pingping's head buzz. He clenched his fists and his body stiffened as if he had no strength left. He tried to concentrate. He had only heard Shadow say that he had avoided the vital points, but from the expression of Emperor Qing, could it be that Fan Xian?

"He was in imminent danger for a moment!" Emperor Qing said angrily, "I told the imperial doctors that if they couldn't save him, they would all be buried with him. That's how they brought Fan Xian back!"

The thousand-year-old coldness on Chen Pingping's face melted a little at this moment. He said tremblingly: "It is my fault. Where is Fan Xian now? I want to go see him."

"He is in the palace now, so there is no rush to see him."

Emperor Qing took a sip of tea and seemed dissatisfied, so he put the teacup on the table, but his eyes were looking outside the hall, as if waiting for news.

"His Majesty!"