In front of Emperor Hongwen's tomb, the grass slowly turned into a faint yellow color. With a few autumn winds, these plants and trees were about to wither. Just after the beginning of autumn, it was the time when the autumn tiger was raging, so there were still a few more

Dividing the residual heat of midsummer.

Early in the morning, autumn cicadas chirped on the branches non-stop. At the height of the moment, thousands of buzzing sounds, people walked in such forests, listening to the terrible noise, and feeling them.

It was a strange quietness. Because of a light rain last night, the tree-lined avenue began to have a little thin moss and slippery.

This is the time when people are rarely visited.

The surroundings were empty, without a trace of human figure.

When you look closely, you can see a figure wearing a huge hat hidden behind a thousand-year-old cypress.

He leaned against Emperor Hongwen's tomb, and no one knew what he was doing. He had never even worshipped him. However, even a figure could see the deep sorrow in his heart.

Slowly, footsteps came from the mountain road.

Neat and solemn, full of the passionate and unrestrained feelings of the Xianbei people. It was King Jingzhao, who was open and upright and paid homage to Emperor Hongwen according to the rules of the Xianbei people.

Behind him was a uniform team of people, not many, only eight guards. According to his identity, whether he was traveling or sacrificial, he could carry at least 500 guards. But today, in order to show respect, he only brought him

8 guards.

Everyone knelt down in the distance, and only King Jingzhao approached Emperor Hongwen's tomb.

He knelt down silently, with his hands closed.

A slight voice came out of his mouth, almost muttering to himself: "Your Majesty, I know your grievances. I will definitely avenge you and let that evil seed get off the throne!"

His voice was filled with solemnity, respect, and loyalty.

After praying, the sound of the wind was heard in my ears.

He suddenly rushed out.

On the big tree next to it, a figure flashed.

His waist knife was unsheathed and he roared angrily: "Bound Bowman..."

After a closer look, the eight guards who were originally kneeling suddenly scattered at some point. Their standing position was a semicircular arc, just surrounding the grave.

Everyone holds a strong bow in their hands.

It even surrounded this thousand-year-old tree and was incomplete.

Only the figure wearing a hat slowly revealed his body - he could only look at his tall head, his tall body, and even his agile skills.

King Jingzhao's heart trembled, and suddenly felt that the figure was so familiar, like a ghost. This person must be removed! This person must be removed! He yelled without thinking: "Shoot the arrow!"

The arrowheads were densely packed and were about to shoot this person into a hedgehog almost immediately, without any hope of escaping.

At this moment, the man's body suddenly faded.

The hat stretched out, and the whole person seemed like a big roc that spread its wings and was about to fly.

Countless clusters of arrows shot on his cloak.

At this moment, King Jingzhao stepped forward again and saw him so clearly - although it was just a back, the back was also familiar.

Especially his posture - that is the standard walking and tiger steps.

He felt a trembling heart, and suddenly remembered Yihun - how Emperor Hongwen pretended to die and deceived Yihun and killed this minister in one fell swoop.

He was even more panicked and had only one thought. He must not let this person leave alive. His voice was trembling: "Hurry, kill this thief quickly... Kill it without any killing, and reward a thousand gold..."

Under heavy rewards, there must be brave men.

If they failed the first round, these powerful crossbowmen jumped up. Their positions were originally at a high place, and so they were even more condescending.

Another round of crossbow shot out.

The man wearing a hat suddenly shortened his body, and was surrounded by dense weeds, growing lushly, and there were mixed bushes. Arrows climbed up and got entangled with the bushes, just like a porcupine that couldn't walk.

There was no sound everywhere, and King Jingzhao was even more impatient. He rushed up and picked up the arrow himself. He was furious: "Hurry, you must catch him, catch this assassin..."

At this moment, the deep grass suddenly moved.

King Jingzhao roared and rushed forward.

He was originally a famous warrior among the Xianbei people. When he was young, he was second only to Luo Jia in various competitions. Even once, his archery skills surpassed Luo Jia.

At this time, a gray rabbit emerged from the deep grass.

The crossbowmen relaxed.

However, King Jingzhao did not relax at all.

His heart moved, and suddenly changed direction, and shot several arrows in succession.

But I heard a muffled groan in the grass.

If there is, it seems, it is not.

No one else heard it, but he heard it, he was delighted and rushed up again. Seeing that this man could never escape. He was at least shot by an arrow.

At this moment, I heard the rapid footsteps, which was the voice of Zhou Hong, the chief in charge of the Imperial Guard: "Prince, what happened?"

King Jingzhao stopped and turned around, but saw Zhou Hong leading a large group of imperial guards coming over. Zhou Hong looked at the tense momentum around him in surprise, as if he had experienced a war and the solemnity in front of the tomb of the late emperor.

It formed very differently. In particular, there were a bunch of arrow clusters on the ground.

Who dares to be so arrogant in the tomb of the late emperor?

You know, it is a very disrespectful thing to see blood in front of the tombs of the late emperors of all dynasties. His face was dark and he stared at a group of crossbowmen: "This is the tomb of the late emperor, how can it be so rude?"

The leading crossbowman was timid and dared not answer.

King Jingzhao's eyes were sharp: "There are assassins here."

Zhou Hong was very surprised: "Assassin? Was the assassin the prince? Where is the assassin?"

King Jingzhao was hard to argue for a moment. Who did the assassin assassin assassin?

Assassinate the late emperor?

Assassinate yourself?

It's simply a joke.

Seeing Zhou Hong's eyes fell on the team of crossbowmen again, and came back again, looking at King Jingzhao again.

What is this to worship the tomb of the late emperor and bring such a powerful crossbowman? Moreover, the crossbowman should have been below and is not allowed to approach, but now, they are all standing above the tomb of the late emperor.

King Jingzhao also complained secretly. He was just here to test it today and had no other plans, but unexpectedly saw such a strange phenomenon. He knew that the enemy had already come out of the hole, but if he couldn't kill this time, he would inevitably suffer endless troubles.

.Especially, the crossbowman went up to the high place of the tomb of the late emperor, which was even more difficult to explain.

However, after all, he was of high position and powerful. At this time, he was not in a hurry and waved his crossbowman first before saying: "Assassin suddenly appeared, and he was in a hurry. I was afraid that some evil people would destroy the tomb of the late emperor."

Zhou Hong bowed his hands respectfully: "Prince, you can leave it to the villain here, please come back."

King Jingzhao glanced at the grass again, and suddenly took a few steps over it. Sure enough, there were blood in the grass.

But when the wind blows, the grass is waving, and where is there a half-person figure?

He knew that there was no hope of chasing, so he had to retreat in disappointment.

Another gust of wind passed, and the grass waves became sparse.

The sun shines through the cracks of trees on the grass, and leaves as big as palms cast shadows.

A man staggered and stopped, and behind him, a faint blood was sprinkled, falling on the grass bit by bit. He covered his arms tightly, preventing the blood from dripping even more violently.

He stopped, endured the pain, and suddenly used force to pull out the arrow cluster on his shoulder.

At first glance, the arrow cluster was actually a little black - it was a poison commonly used by the Xianbei people. Although it was mild, it would immediately kill people if there were too many.

He gritted his teeth and wrapped his arms around him, but he couldn't cover it, and his hands were very hard and his hands were soft.

At this moment, a flash of eyes suddenly appeared, and a man ran over, his voice anxiously, and he grabbed his injured arm: "Learn down quickly, don't move, don't move even if you move..."

His eyes went dark and he lay down as he said.

I suddenly felt very stable.

She didn't bother to say much, and opened her mouth and sucked on his shoulder. Soon, she sucked a large mouthful of black blood. She sucked several times in a row, then opened her eyes and looked around, picking a cluster of wild artemisia next to her.

, crushed it, made into a large ball, and applied it to his shoulders.

Luo Jia was not in a coma, but felt tired, and kept watching her do such a thing carefully. The weather on the mountain was cool, but her forehead was covered with fine sweat.

He suddenly laughed, and his other intact arm stretched out, hugged her shoulder, and said softly: "Little guy, why did you come so promptly?"

Fangfei was still scared and furious, "What do you want to do? Why do you take this risk? I'm so scared. These days, I've been restless and always thought something would happen. You're so good, you're going to provoke King Jingzhao,

Are you crazy?"

Luo Jia's eyes slowly dimmed. After a while, he said lightly: "It's him! He really has a second heart."

Fangfei disagreed. There are many powerful officials, but he has to take risks himself?

She knocked his arm hatefully. He grinned, and the pain was unbearable: "Hey, little thing, please be gentle."

"You know the pain, too? You know the pain, why are you doing this?"
To be continued...