After Xuanyuan Huang spent some time with Xuanyuan Qian and other princes, he wanted to take Ling Zihan back home.

Among the hundreds of officials who had not dispersed, the Prime Minister, who was the leader, did not come forward to ask for anyone this time. Perhaps it was because of Emperor Chen's imperial edict just now, which asked Ling Zihan to go back to the house with Xuanyuan Huang to take care of him. Moreover, last time he went to ask for someone.

He was ridiculed by Ling Zihan, so he probably wouldn't be so stupid as to hit the muzzle of the gun himself this time.

He only said a few words to Ling Zihan through the car curtain after she got into the car. He just wanted her to practice her duties as a servant and abide by the female precepts and the three obediences and four virtues. But I'm sorry, these books,

Ling Zihan had heard of it and memorized it, but had never used it.

Ling Zihan dealt with him for a few words, and then without waiting for him to continue nagging, she directly asked A Jing to drive away without giving face, leaving the dust kicked up by the horse's hooves to Ling Xiang, who was still standing where he was.

The horse's hooves stepped on the blue brick floor, making a clattering sound.

In the rickety carriage, Ling Zihan squinted her eyes and leaned to the side, seeming extremely tired. Next to her, Xuanyuan Huang, who was sitting and reading a book, glanced at her for the first time today. It was a bit strange.

Her energy today seems to be much worse than the past few days. Is it because she is tired from traveling? Or...his intuition tells him that there is something on her mind.

"Qingqing, don't sleep. Get up and drink some tea and eat some fruit to relieve the heat. If you always fall asleep like this, you will get sick easily." Xuanyuan Huang put down the book and gave her a plate of small cherries.

Ling Zihan glanced at the cherry, shook her head, and pushed it away: "I have no appetite." She raised her lips, showed a pale smile, and added, "It's probably a heat stroke! It'll be fine after a while.

, call me at the house."

In fact, only Ling Zihan knows what the real situation is.

Recently, she has been taking the poison she used for Xuanyuan Huang last time, not to test the poison, but to develop antibodies for herself. However, this poison is really overbearing, even she can't stand it. This is what she has been doing these days.

Why do I feel less energetic every day?

But she had to hide this from him.

So after I lied to him, I could only mutter in my heart: I'm sorry.

Hearing what she said, no matter how doubtful Xuanyuan Huang was, he didn't ask. He moved his wheelchair and came closer to her. Xuanyuan Huang gently stroked Ling Zihan's head and hummed the beautiful tune in his memory. It was him.

His mother sang it to him during his childhood when he was sick.

The magnetic voice, mellow and low-pitched, humming such a long and melodious tune is also full of another kind of power, as if it is charming people's hearts.

Ling Zihan was so fascinated by what she heard that she fell asleep for a while.

It wasn't until the sound stopped that Ling Zihan slowly opened her eyes, but she felt one hand passing through her back, and the other passing through the crook of her leg, picking her up and about to pick her up.

"You're awake."

"Well, let me down. I'll go down by myself." Ling Zihan rubbed her eyes and tried her best to appear calm and composed.

The confused eyes and the look of someone just waking up from sleep are full of vague cuteness.

Ling Zihan yawned and turned over to sit up.

Holding his shoulders with both hands, he stood up, lifted the curtain, and saw A Jing holding the sleeping Ling Qingbo, while Yan Xiuyuan stood respectfully aside, followed by a few boys, who seemed to be preparing to get Xuanyuan Huang out of the car.

At this time, Liu Yun also came over and reached out to help Ling Zihan get out of the car.

Xuanyuan Huang, who was behind the car curtain, looked at Liu Yun's cautious movements, his eyes flickered slightly, and caught this weirdness. Such caution, as if he was afraid of breaking Ling Zihan, had never happened in the past.

Never before. Sometimes, Ling Zihan would even jump out of the car on her own, not like a weak and delicate young lady at all... She couldn't help but feel the thought in her heart become more firm. This girl really had something to hide from him.

Yan Xiuyuan seemed to have noticed something strange, and couldn't help but look at Ling Zihan twice, and frowned a little strangely. After a pause, he and two boys moved Yuan Huang, who was sitting in a wheelchair, from the carriage.

After coming down, he pushed the car parallel to Ling Zihan's and entered the house together.

In the mansion, an old housekeeper came to greet him with a kind of servant.

But before Xuanyuan Huang asked everyone to stand up, suddenly, a cold light flashed through, and when everyone saw clearly, there was a burst of screams.

The arrow light penetrated into the chest of a servant, and the servant was instantly killed. He fell to the ground, his legs still in a kneeling position, his eyes open, full of fear.

Then, without giving anyone any time to breathe and figure out what happened, countless sharp swords seemed to fall from the sky, and arrows seemed to kill people.

The secret guards appeared, waving their respective weapons, shielding the masters from the rain of swords. Cardamom and Liuyun surrounded Ling Zihan and Jinghao. Liuyun's weapon was the best to use. With a wave of the golden whip, the metal and arrows collided crisply.

As soon as the sound came, countless arrows were seen falling to the ground like fragile branches.

Yan Xiuyuan stood ready, holding a sharp sword in his hand, waving it constantly, the blade and arrows making collision sounds, trying his best to build a protective wall to block the attack of the sword rain.

Xuanyuan Huang obviously didn't expect a peaceful journey, and he would be attacked at the door of the mansion. He put his hands on his waist early, and with a pair of eagle-like eyes, he scanned the surroundings to estimate the starting point of the arrow rain, but this arrow rain unexpectedly

They came from all directions, and it seemed that they had been ambushed.

Behind him, many maids were so frightened that they fainted. The old housekeeper was still calm and commanded the guards to come forward to provide support. He also asked the servants who were unable to protect themselves to hold the maids and escape in an orderly manner.

Ling Zihan wanted to boost her energy, but her physical condition simply did not allow her to use her true strength.

She panted without leaving a trace, reached out and took out the duckweed cane from her sleeve, and held it in her hand, but she felt unable to lift it, and was very weak.

The rain of arrows did not stop because they were shot down, but became more and more dense, but no one showed up.

In this way, it would be easier for them to deal with it, as long as they knocked down the arrows.

But at this moment, Xuanyuan Huang signaled several secret guards surrounding him to check the source of the arrow.

However, before the secret guards could take the order and leave, they heard a shout: "Witch, I will send you to heaven today, hahahaha..."

While laughing wildly, a shadow suddenly flashed across the air, rushing toward her like a white ghost.

In terms of speed alone, this is definitely a master of martial arts.

Silver light approached her eyes, Ling Zihan took a step back and instinctively raised the duckweed crutch.

"master--"

"Miss!"

The exclamation almost penetrated the eardrums.

Soon after, a familiar warm breath instantly enveloped her, and a muffled sound replaced the scream, rushing into her eardrums. It was very light, but she felt that the sound was shaking her ears and heart.

It hurts.

In a flash of lightning, Xuanyuan Huang rolled over from his wheelchair and rushed towards Ling Zihan, suppressing her and protecting her tightly, allowing her to escape the disaster.

The hand holding the hilt of the soft sword at his waist suddenly twitched, and he turned around and took out the soft sword and waved it like the assassin.

The shadow of the sword flashed like a flower, and the assassin seemed to be injured. Blood stained his clothes and sprinkled hot blood. But for some reason, the assassin turned around and ran away while covering his wound.

Liu Yun and others subconsciously chased after him, but Ling Zihan weakly shouted, "Don't chase after the bandits," and then passed out.

At the beginning of the moonlight, thousands of lights were lit, and fires swelled high.

The night market in Beijing is even more prosperous.

But Prince Ke's Mansion, located in an excellent location, was eerily quiet.

In the study room in the main courtyard, Xuanyuan Huang was sitting next to a White Crane Palace lantern, with his back to the door, clenching his right fist, staring ahead, wondering what he was thinking. The candlelight shrouded him, looking extremely

Warm, but he gives people the illusion of being cold and forbidding.

"Your Majesty." Yan Xiuyuan came back hurriedly and saluted respectfully towards the back.

After a long silence, Xuanyuan Huang asked calmly: "How was the investigation?"

"My subordinates are incompetent and cannot be found out."

"Can't you find out..." Xuanyuan Huang's deep voice seemed to make the air freeze. After a moment, he sighed and did not blame Yan Xiuyuan, "It's not your fault." He slowly turned the wheelchair,

He looked at Yan Xiu, who didn't look very good.

He looked far away and reached out to touch the arm that had recently been scratched by the back of the assassin's knife. His voice was cold, but his eyes were extremely evil, adding to these strange feelings. "From now on, I will close my house and call myself this to the outside world."

The king was assassinated and wounded."

Yan Xiuyuan raised his chin, met Xuanyuan Huang's gaze, nodded and asked, "Do we still want to investigate this matter?"

"Check!" Xuanyuan Huang answered affirmatively, but he was even more certain in his heart that no matter how he checked, it would be impossible to find out the person behind the scenes.

Because... he was already sure who the person behind the scenes was. However, there was still a lack of a reason, a reason...

Thinking of this, Xuanyuan Huang's right hand unconsciously clenched his fist harder. In his palm, half of the jade ring lay quietly.

"Yes, my subordinates will definitely find out the real culprit as soon as possible." Yan Xiuyuan leaned over and saluted, feeling a little guilty in his heart.

"The real murderer... must be very interesting!" He said so harshly, and finally at the joint moment, he turned to the back of the knife and stabbed it at an offset position. If it weren't for this jade ring, Xuanyuan Huang might still be confused, but

Because of this approach and the broken jade ring, he was almost certain that the person behind the scenes...

There were hurried footsteps outside the door. The old housekeeper came in after the announcement and told Xuanyuan Huang the news that Ling Zihan had woken up. He was startled, and his eyes trembled suddenly. Xuanyuan Huang's expression remained as usual, and his eyes

But there is a touch of joy, but underneath the joy, there are too many emotions that are difficult to understand and difficult to understand.

"Xiuyuan, let's put this matter aside for the moment and push me to Nuange first."

Arriving at the warm pavilion in the side room, Ling Zihan was being helped by Liu Yun to sit up. When she saw Xuanyuan Huang, her eyes suddenly trembled, and she changed several emotions in a row, which was so fast that it was hard to catch.

"Your injury..."

"It's okay, it's just a scratch." Ling Zihan's worry made him a little unsure of what he was thinking. Maybe, he really shouldn't doubt it. He raised his lips, moved the wheelchair closer to the bed, and reached out to lift the broken bruise on her cheek.

Fa, his gentle eyes make people fall in love. "You must be scared today!"

Ling Zihan shook her head, "Fortunately, I've seen it too much and I'm used to it."

This smile is so pale that it makes people feel distressed.
To be continued...