Chapter 17 : Assassins

Pei Si Yan embarrassed, the emperor was still fine during the morning court, how come in the afternoon he suddenly collapsed? Today is not April Fool's Day, what kind of international joke is this, the person who spreads rumours should be dragged out and shot!

"Are you sure and sure?"

"Lord Wuban, in fact, the emperor's health has not been good," a small chamberlain replied in panic, "an hour ago the old disease suddenly, on, on ..." said, the small chamberlain even cried.

The world is really unpredictable, God is even more perverted.

Pei Si Yan looked up at the azure sky and let out this kind of emotion, then turned her head to ask Li Qingyan: "What should we do now? Should we go to the palace immediately?"

Li Qingye seemed to have something on his mind and nodded absentmindedly.

Taking advantage of the empty moment when the family servants were preparing the carriage, Pei Si Yan stood in front of the mansion gate and looked around, the people of the city seemed to be unaware of the news of the Emperor's death, coming and going, calm as usual. I don't know if it is because of Feng Taishi's matter let her worry too much, always feel that the death of the matter is something else strange.

She looked towards the palace, a little do not want to go over, those lofty and magnificent buildings are more like a dormant fierce beast, just waiting for the prey to throw themselves into the net. But in case the emperor really died and he didn't show up and left a message for others, the new emperor would definitely be blamed.

Just as Pei Si Yan was hesitant, the family servant had already brought the carriage over and placed the footstool.

"It's not much further, let's walk over." Pei Si Yan threw out a sentence, intending to take advantage of the walk over to stall for time, to properly calculate what to do after entering the palace later, after all, the Emperor's funeral specifications were different.

Li Qingye called two guards, one to open the way, one behind, a line of four people slowly walked towards the palace.

Pei Si Yan hugged her arms and bit her lip as she followed behind the guards, and Li Qing Dye spoke in a low voice about the royal etiquette while observing the surrounding movements.

"That's all, miss."

"Oh, I see." Pei Si Yan stretched her waist, when she raised her head, the corner of her eye glanced at a small three-story building not far away, it was just that one look that she couldn't move her gaze for a moment.

She saw that the man in white that she bumped into in the woods that day was standing on the small building, his face still wearing a mask, the red brocade rope fluttering in the wind, and the corners of his mouth seemed to have a gentle and incomparable smile that moved the heart.

I don't know if it's a coincidence, the masked man also happened to look at Pei Si Yan, they both froze when they looked at each other.

Pei Si Yan felt her face burning, her heartbeat accelerated, and she hurriedly lowered it.

Li Qingye sensed the young lady's abnormality and asked, "Young lady, what's wrong with you?"

"No, nothing." Pei Si Yan touched her cheeks, bracing herself to look at the small building again, the masked man was already nowhere to be found. What a pity, she was still obsessing about what kind of appearance the person had behind the mask.

Li Qingye did not move and followed her eyes, although he did not see any suspicious characters, but he could not help but grip his sword tightly, I'm afraid that the mixed fish and dragons in the market will endanger the lady's safety.

The people walked to the end of the street turned to the right side of a small road, hurriedly towards the palace. Compared to the previous street, there are only a few pedestrians on the small road, and the roadside vendors are listlessly selling their goods. The sun is covered by a large white clouds, in the distance is a bright and shining piece, while the path is gloomy, the breeze rolls the dead leaves swept across the ground, scattered and depressed.

Oncoming a carriage, driving the carriage is a young man wearing a costume, sweating profusely, constantly urging the horse to hurry up, looks like a theatre troupe in a hurry to catch the show.

Pei Siyan moved aside, preoccupied with what she was going to do after entering the palace. Just in the moment she brushed past the carriage, two screams rang out one after another on the quiet side street, and before she could see what was going on, a large rough hand savagely yanked her onto the carriage as the sky spun!

Li Qingdian's sword was sheathed with lightning speed, cutting off the arm of the young man driving the carriage with a single stroke. The young man let out a cry of pain, holding his broken arm that was bleeding like a river, and tilted to the side. The broken arm was still holding onto Pei Si Yan as they rolled down to the ground, fortunately she landed a little further away, otherwise she would have been crushed by the wheels.

The carriages rumbled in pieces, wooden boards flying apart. Li Qingye jumped to Pei Si Yan's side while using his sword to clear away the pieces of wood that were strong enough to injure someone's life.

Six masked men in black jumped down from the carriage and quickly surrounded Pei Si Yan and her two. Pedestrian hawkers fled in panic at the sight of this situation, and soon only eight of them were left on the road, along with the young man with a broken hand who was rolling on the ground.

Pei Si Yan was shocked, and when she looked at the broken hand that was clasped around her, she screamed and almost didn't faint.

Li Qingyan protected her behind him, the slightest expression missing from his handsome face, calmly observing the eight assassins' every move. He recognised that the white gourd shaped pattern embroidered on the cuffs of these people represented the "No Kill Sect", a well-known assassin organisation in the Jianghu Lake.

The "No Kill Sect" is highly skilled in killing people, and every action is carefully planned, and once they make a move, they seldom fail to return. Therefore, the commission for inviting the "No Kill Sect" to take part in the operation is very high, which is not affordable by ordinary people, so it can be seen that the mastermind behind today's operation is not an ordinary person.

The killers attacked in groups, Li Qingdian took Pei Si Yan into his arms, and swept his long sword over the fallen leaves on the ground, only to see the crumbling leaves flying towards the killers like razor blades. One of the killers couldn't dodge in time, the fallen leaves drifted by, a long diagonal blood scar appeared on his forehead, he covered the wound, his white eyes rolled over and he fell to the ground, out of breath.

"I really shouldn't have brought this guy out, useless thing!" An assassin coldly grunted and took the lead to move forward to slash at Li Qingdian.

Pei Siyan glanced at it, only to see the surrounding buildings dazzlingly spinning, swords and swords, the sound of the clash between the lightning and the flames made the heart and guts crack. More than twenty years of living in a harmonious and stable society, when has she ever personally experienced a fight scene, at this moment she hated to shrink into a bug lying on Li Qingdian.

The previous assassin let out a strange laugh and jumped far away, avoiding Li Qingdian's sword Qi, "I didn't think that there was an expert like you hiding beside Wu Pan ... Then taste our 'Seven Star Club Destruction Formation'! "

The seven assassins' footsteps changed rapidly, laying down a formation around Pei Siyan and Li Qingdian.

Li Qingdian slowly turned around, coldly gazing at each of the assassins, the long sword in his hand refracting a dazzling light under the dim sunlight. With a twist of his wrist, he leapt and stabbed at the assassin standing at the left rear, at the same time the assassin's formation changed, the assassin's figure swayed and pinched with another assassin beside him.

The light dye from the light hastily back, helpless arms dragging a person, the speed of the feet can not reach the fastest, the pace of a minute slower almost by the sharp edge of the injury, he has not stopped a breath, the back of a fast wind scurrying to.

Seeing the killer is about to get, away from the light dye a stomp on the ground, leaping up, avoiding the blade, left foot along the trend of a little bit of the person's skull, the killer immediately bleeding, commissioned on the ground. Li Qingzheng didn't dare to relax a bit, in mid-air turned over a body, diagonally swinging his sword towards the immediately following killer.

However, he neglected his back! Another killer took the opportunity to leap up behind him, Pei Si Yan raised her eyes just in time to see, her mouth could not help but cry out in shock, time seemed to be frozen in time, she could only watch as the brightly shining sword slashed at Li Qing Dye!

In the nick of time, a purple shadow blocked Pei Si Yan's eyes, the white rainbow flashed, the sneak attack of the killer howled miserably, like a broken rag doll fell to the ground.

Pei Si Yan fixed his eyes, only to see the coming person's slender posture, purple clothes flying like a dance, like white jade like detailed face of the city, the divine splendour is enough to capture people's hearts and souls.

Hui Wang Lanxuan!

Li Qingdian had already forced the killer away and looked back without speaking. There seems to be a tacit understanding between the two, at the same time jumped up to kill the remaining assassins.

For a time, the figures were in disarray, sharp blades appeared, and blood and flesh flew everywhere.

The Imperial Capital Prefect came late with the magistrates in a hurry and surrounded the crowd. Watching the intense fight, the magistrates shrank back and dared not get involved.

Killer knew that one Li Qingdian was already not easy to deal with, and now that King Hui had come as a helper and had lost two more people, the advantages and disadvantages came to the forefront, and this place could not be stayed for a long time.

"Boom", smoke filled the street. Li Qingdian hurriedly covered Pei Si's mouth and nose, felt the right direction to leap onto the roof of the neighbouring building, and saw a few killers leaving in a hurry, but did not have the intention to chase after them.

When the smoke cleared, Li Qingye brought Pei Si Yan back down to the ground, releasing her to kneel on one knee towards Lan Xuan, "Many thanks to Your Highness King Hui for saving my life."

Lanxuan glanced at him but didn't reply, dodging to support Pei Si Yan, whose face was as pale as paper and whose figure was staggering, he asked with concern, "Lord Wuban, are you alright?"

Pei Si Yan bit her lips, unable to say a word. Previously, because of the assassin's successive attacks made only fear in her heart, everything else was blurred, and now that she was finally safe, she realised that her arm was bone-deep in pain, and she didn't know whose blood had stained her light blue flower-weaving wide sleeves red.

She pointed to the broken hand on her left arm, Lanxuan went to remove the broken hand, but was shocked to find that the hand does not move, but instead Pei Si Yan let out a cry of pain.

Li Qingyan's face changed slightly, carefully tearing open Pei Si Yan's sleeve, he was shocked to find that the broken hand had poked through the flesh!

"There's a medical centre up ahead!" Lan Xuan picked up Pei Si Yan, who was almost on the verge of fainting from the pain, and ran forwards.

Li Qingyan quickly recounted the events before and after to the Imperial Prefect, then chased after Lanxuan's figure.

In the medical centre, it was quiet with only a few subtle sounds. Pei Si Yan was passed out in **, her left arm was bandaged up with white gauze, and there were stars and dots of blood seeping out. Lanxuan arrived at the medical centre also found a wound on his shoulder, the killer's knife was coated with poison, he stayed together to be healed, and then and Li Qingyan silently guarded the bedside, outside the sky is dark, lanterns are lit up in front of every house, two or three hours have passed since the assassination.

The Imperial Capital Prefect has just come, reporting that the assassin is nowhere to be found, and is investigating the captured youth with a broken hand and the two who died.

Lan Xuan waved his hand and told the Imperial Capital Prefect to go back.

He gazed at Pei Siyan with a worried look on his face, glancing at the door from time to time, his long and polished fingers tapping the desktop without a beat.

At this time, a man dressed as a guard rushed in, seeing Lan Xuan revealing an expression of relief, and not noticing that there was someone beside him, he blurted out, ''Your Highness, something big has happened! His Royal Highnesses the Third Prince and the Fifth Prince have been killed by the Emperor!"