It is very common to assassinate a king, and it is also uncommon for subordinates to kill the king and then support the master's family to ascend the throne.

Many of them are archways with yellow robes, and some are really helpless.

Grand Secretary Zhang really didn't know about this assassination, and the emperor naturally didn't know about it, but many people already knew about it in advance.

The guards in the palace were all from the Grand Secretary. Although they did not receive direct instructions, they naturally remained silent when they knew where the assassins hidden in the water truck came from. The eunuchs who heard the vague sound of the wind hid in the quilt and shivered, and did not dare to look out the window. The entire palace was in a strange silence.

Grand Secretary Zhang got up and washed up, put on his official uniform with the help of his wife, and prepared to attend the court meeting, but found that one person was missing among the sons who were sending him out of the mansion.

"Where is your elder brother?" he asked with a frown.

Several young masters of the Zhang family looked at each other and said nervously: "Brother met with friends last night. He seemed to have drunk a little, so he rested outside and hadn't come back yet."

Grand Secretary Zhang was a little angry, but he didn't think too much. It was not until he walked into the sedan chair that he felt that the atmosphere in the mansion was a bit strange today.

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Mr. Zhang did not drink or prostitute, but sat in the house deep in a mansion in the capital.

The morning light was dim, and the paper window was separated by the paper. The room was very dark and I couldn't see the human face clearly. I could only hear more than ten breathing sounds.

The people in this room were all young and strong officials who were the only senior officials in the imperial court who were the leader of the Grand Secretary.

Whether in terms of qualifications or official positions, Mr. Zhang is not qualified to sit in the first place, but the people in the room have no objection and are more respectful than usual.

After today's event is completed, the eldest son will be the crown prince.

You can even sit in the throne, let alone the first place?

There was no news for a long time, and the atmosphere in the room became more depressing, and everyone was feeling uncomfortable.

Finally someone couldn't sit still, so he got up and walked to the window, and said in a slight voice: "Even if the assassin misses, what about those guards?"

Many of the residences in the capital of Chu State, the officials who received the news were in a nervous mood. Some officials directly said they were sick and did not attend the court meeting, while some officials, such as the Minister of Rites, rushed outside the palace with blushing faces, waiting.

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The morning light moved from the ground of the palace to the window, penetrated through, illuminating the hall's marks-filled floor, reflecting water-like light patterns.

The rising sun has risen.

Jing Jiu opened his eyes and had the same questions as many officials in his heart: Why haven’t he come yet?

The palace was a good place for him to practice, no different from Qingshan. He didn't want to leave, but now it seems that as he gets older, he will only have more and more troubles, and he is also ready to leave.

He had confirmed the location of the mountain, and after he was about to pretend to die, he went to the mountain to become a savage. Who knew that the assassin had never appeared.

Suddenly, a few muffled sounds came from the distance outside the hall, followed by footsteps, shouts, and the friction of weapons, and they were getting closer and closer.

Why did a secret assassination turn into such a fierce battle? Jing Jiu was a little surprised and got up and walked out of the hall.

When he pushed open the hall door, the sun shone a little, and he narrowed his eyes.

The palace gate was half-closed, and the bodies of several assassins were piled up there.

There were more corpses in the palace walls. In addition to the assassins in public clothes, there were more than a dozen guards, with blood flowing, emitting a faint fishy smell.

Between the corpses and blood all over the ground, a thin black boy stood.

The boy suffered a lot of injuries, covered in blood, and the wounds on his arms appeared, but his hands holding the hilt of the sword were still as stable.

The palace gate was finally forced to open by the guards outside, and the bodies of the assassins were shaken away.

Dozens of guards shouted to protect the carriage and entered one after another, surrounding the thin black boy.

Some guards wanted to come to Jing Jiu, but were blocked by a sword light.

The sword light came from the hands of the thin black boy.

It was like a bloody battle. No matter how fierce the black and thin boy could fight, the final outcome would be death or capture.

"This is not what you should do."

Jing Jiu's voice echoed outside the hall, passing through the corpses of the assassins and guards, with a smell of blood.

He walked down the stone steps and came to the thin black boy, looked at the guards and said, "He is my personal bodyguard. Do you want to kill him?"

Hearing this sentence, the guards were very surprised. Several guards looked at each other secretly, but in the end they did not dare to continue doing anything.

At this time, the Imperial Guard finally arrived outside the hall and surrounded him. The Imperial Guard commander was the most trusted general of Grand Secretary Zhang. His face looked ugly as if he had just died. He tied all the guards and then knelt in front of Jing Jiu with a bang.

Jing Jiu ignored him and took the thin black boy back to the hall.

The Imperial Commander's face was a little pale and asked his subordinates to carry the body out, rinse the ground with clean water, and then slowly cover the palace gate.

In the early morning, Jing Jiu drove all the eunuchs and palace maids out. The hall was empty and looked very deserted.

Jing Jiu found some wounded medicine at the residence of the harem maids in the palace, handed it to the thin black boy, and signaled him to sit down at will.

The black and thin boy should be the disciple of the mercy sect, but when he entered the illusion, his appearance changed and became a little different.

Jing Jiu is more familiar with this face, especially the honest and persistent spirit between his eyebrows and eyes, which is hard to forget.

The thin black boy took off his coat that had been cut into silk by a sword, and began to bandage himself the wound, without saying anything throughout the process.

Jing Jiu looked out the window and met the blue bird on the branch with his eyes.

The blue bird flew away quietly, maybe to the Zhao Palace or the Beihai Prefect's Mansion. No matter how far away the world is, it only takes a moment for it.

Jing Jiu asked, "Why did you go to Wanshou Mountain from Guocheng Temple? Even if you leave, you should go to a Maozhai? Didn't Zenzi have already written a letter?"

Asking three questions in a row is rare for him who is cold-tempered.

These three questions also reveal another surprising fact. It turns out that the thin black boy is Liu Shisui.

Liu Shisui was practicing Buddhism at Guocheng Temple. Why did he attend the Taoist meeting as a disciple of the ungrateful sect?

"The real person of the sect guessed that you would come to the questioning meeting for your son, so he asked me to come in as a disciple of the sect without grace to help you."

When it comes to Yi Maozhai, Liu Shisui hesitated and did not explain it, and only talked about the reason why he appeared here.

For him who sees Jing Jiuru and his father, this is really a rare thing.

Jing Jiu understood Liu Ci's idea.

As the head of Qingshan, Liu Ci naturally knew that Liu Shisui had already left Shangdefeng's Sword Prison, and even knew that Liu Shisui was in Guocheng Temple.

Jing Jiu never thought of hiding Liu Ci, and with his current state, it is difficult to hide it from him.

Liu Ci wanted to help Jing Jiu grab the immortal talisman from the Zhongzhou School, so he wanted to prepare a helper for him.

Zhuo Rusui was so eye-catching that he thought of Liu Shisui who was far away in Guocheng Temple.

If the blue bird was still on the branches outside the window at this time, and the words of the willow ten years old were spread to the outside world, it would inevitably cause an uproar and shock.

Everyone thought that the Zhongzhou Sect had an absolute advantage in this meeting of Taoism, because a total of four disciples had entered the illusion.

Who would have thought that Qingshan Sect would send three disciples in quietly. Jing Jiu, who would have played on behalf of Shuiyue Temple, would have thought that Liu Shisui had the secret chess move?

In this way, when Mr. Liu personally visited Yunmeng Mountain, it was not necessarily so simple to release goodwill, but more like being in charge of the subsequent victory!

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Jing Jiu asked, "How is the true qi in your body now?"

Liu Shisui said: "There were some recurrences a few years ago, but the real person in the head passed on me a skill, which was temporarily suppressed."

Jing Jiu said: "After going out, you still have to go to a vegetarian vegetarian. If you can't suppress it for a long time, you still have to find a way to solve it."

Liu Shisui didn't want to go to a vegetarian vegetarian, but since it was the young master who had spoken, there was no way, so he had to respond.

Jing Jiu was still worried that he would lie to stay in the illusion to protect himself, so he stretched out a finger to point his eyebrows.

Liu Shisui did not dare to dodge, so she sat upright and stopped bandaging the wound.

A crisp ringtone came from the distant void, only Jing Jiu could hear it himself. It didn't take long for him to withdraw his fingers and frowned slightly.

Liu Shisui knew that the young master had an expression, which meant a big deal. He couldn't help but feel nervous and said, "What's wrong?"

"fine."

Jing Jiu sensed a mark deep in Liu Shisui's body.

Now in the illusion, everyone's bodies are full of souls. Who can mark the ten-year-old soul without being discovered by him?

Liu Shisui's current blood demon skills are already extremely high, and ordinary practitioners cannot do it at all.

Soon he thought that this should be a means of Qingtian's soul recognition. He waved his hand and wiped the mark without saying anything to Liu Shisui. After the death of Emperor Ming, he was the one with the strongest understanding and mastery of the soul, whether in the sky, underground or in the real world. Even his senior brother was no longer as good as him, let alone a soul recognition.

At this moment, the blue bird flew back to the Chu Palace and landed on the branches.

Jing Jiu didn't say anything anymore, Liu Shisui was silent, and continued to bow his head and bandage the wound on his body.

Bluebird looked at the black and thin boy covered in wounds, with a little confused look on his eyes, thinking why the logo he left on the remnant of the Blood Demon Sect was gone?

No matter how much the emperor is assassinated, the news will spread very quickly.

The atmosphere at the court meeting became extremely tense and depressed. Grand Secretary Zhang's face turned gloomy, his eyes swept across the subordinates who followed him, and there seemed to be hidden thunder in his eyes, which was about to explode. In the end, he did not say anything, entered the palace as quickly as possible, came to the palace, and asked for his Majesty sincerely.

The palace gate slowly opened.

Grand Secretary Zhang looked at the thin black boy and thought about what the commander of the imperial guards said, and felt a lot of confusion. He wondered when His Majesty had contact with the powerful practitioners outside the palace?

The corpses of the assassins and guards have been removed, and the ground has been washed with clear water several times, but there is still a faint smell of blood.

The black flies flying from somewhere were humming cheering and humming.

Smelling a faint smell of blood and thinking about the danger here before, the Grand Secretary's face became even more ugly.

When he came to the hall, he looked at the young emperor leaning on the couch, the Grand Secretary slowly walked forward, raised his front collar, and knelt down with a serious expression.

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Chapter completed!