The reborn sycophant

someone is coming.

The specially made soft soles stepped lightly on the hard stone road, and the sound was not much louder than the sound of a mouse crawling across the wall, but it was not difficult for Zhao Ji, who had been in a quiet environment for a long time, to recognize it.

Not the jailers, who don't walk so lightly and don't have jingling keys around their belts, and it's not some Dali Temple official who occasionally visits her and walks with his arms brushing across his body , The breathing is also heavier.

While thinking, the voice suddenly approached, such a nimble person.Zhao Ji lay there calmly, counting the distance between that person and himself.

When there was a difference of twenty steps, the sound of footsteps stopped, and one didn't need to open his eyes to know that the man was stopped by iron bars.

Zhao Ji maintained an even breathing and continued to wait.

The silence lasted only two or three breaths, and with a slight crisp sound, the lock that had been locked on the prison door was unlocked, and a pale, ghostly hand stretched out, and gently pushed the copper lock open, trying as hard as possible. Carefully and quickly pushed open the heavy iron door.

A cool breeze blows in slightly from the small open window in the upper left corner, smelling of spring rain and mud, but this wind is not as cool as the assassin's dagger.

No, not only cold, but also painful.

The moment the assassin rushed to dodge, the dagger slashed under Zhao Ji's left eye, a very faint bloodstain, two or three drops of bright red blood, Zhao Ji stood against the door, staring at the assassin, He reached out and wiped his face.

Then he pursed his lips slightly, feeling a little angry.

He was so fast that her attempts to grab his wrist were lost.

He didn't expect that she was awake, let alone that she could dodge his full blow. The assassin was obviously stunned for a moment, and then realized that she hadn't called for help, and immediately stuck up to her like a ghost, with his arms raised, a little A cold light suddenly lit up in the air.

Then it went blank again.

"I was scratched by you once, if I ask you to scratch me a second time, where will I put my face?" Under the soft orange pine torch, the little Highness who was said to have been imprisoned for a long time looked at him with wide eyes, There was a faint smile on his lips.

There was still a tinge of bright red on her face, and when she smiled like a monster, she was full of evil spirits just by looking at her.

"After all, I asked her to let you in. If I can't deal with you, I will really have no face to see her in the future."

After saying these words, Zhao Ji suddenly became murderous. The assassin came here with the intention of killing her, but at this moment he suddenly had the thought of retreating, but it was already too late. Having broken into his field of vision, in the small and cramped space of the cell, he tried his best to dodge back, dodging the blow, and then saw clearly what the bright thing was.

It turned out to be a dagger.

The direct attack did not produce any results, without stopping for a moment, Zhao Ji continued to push towards the assassin, the cell was only this big, the assassin dodged for a while, and was cornered at this time, he is good at agility, but this The little Highness obviously had a speed not inferior to him, and he couldn't dodge it. He gritted his teeth and grabbed the dagger to meet him.

Then, a long line of blood opened in mid-air, from the collarbone to the armpit, the assassin was cut deeply, and fell to the ground like a dead leaf, but the knife was not fatal, at least, within a few dozen breaths , he still can't die.

His eyes were wide open due to fear and reluctance, and in the gradually blurred vision, that slender figure squatted in front of her, and slowly grabbed his hand holding the dagger.

Not knowing what he was thinking, the person he wanted to assassinate just squatted there quietly, staring at the dagger that only drank a little blood for a long time.

It was really long, so long that the assassin closed his eyes permanently.

Struggling and hesitating, but it didn't take long. At a certain moment, those pair of beautiful peach eyes flashed with determination like a desperate situation, and suddenly revealed the ferocity of a cub biting its prey, but all of these didn't last long, and soon , all these emotions disappeared, replaced by a calm and indifferent look.

She continued to squat for a long time, as if her legs and feet were numb, but the assassin's hands were still hot, so it shouldn't be long.At a certain moment, when the heavy and familiar footsteps of a large group of people came from afar, Zhao Ji knelt on the ground, grabbed the assassin's hand and stabbed the dagger into his lower abdomen.

Blood poured out, and in the gradually rippling pool of blood, she gritted her teeth and let go of the assassin's hand, and took back her own dagger, curled up on the ground, pretending to kill the assassin with serious injuries.

Out of the corner of her eye, she finally caught sight of the corner of her official uniform, she finally felt relieved and allowed herself to pass out.

It hurts, Wei Chuyan.

I really want you to hug me, but you're not here.

The news of Zhao Ji's assassination quickly spread back to the palace, and His Majesty left the palace in a rage, followed by the Habayashi Army and rushed all the way to Dali Temple.On the side of Dali Temple, Wei Chuyan had already arrived one step ahead. When she arrived, Zhao Ji's wound had already been bandaged up, and he had been poured with decoction. His lips were pale, and his little face was also bloodless. Wei Chuyan After a hasty look, I felt dizzy for a while.

Just as she regained her composure, His Majesty came, she could no longer guard Zhao Ji, and was "invited" out by the palace servants, her expression was still in a trance, and she had to lean against the wall so as not to fall down.

how come.......

She had obviously observed the assassin and made sure that he was not Zhao Ji's opponent before putting him in.

Zhao Yu is not much better, this is his only clean and kind child, if something happens, he will really hand over the throne to those bastards.It took a lot of work, and he brought a lot of imperial physicians to diagnose Zhao Ji again. After the imperial physician repeatedly assured that Zhao Ji did not hurt his vitals, but only lost too much blood and needed to rest, Zhao Yu calmed down a little, and announced vigorously. Obtained two decrees.

One is to imprison the second princess Zhao Chen.Zhao Chen assassinated the emperor first, and then framed his siblings. Zhao Yu held the assassin, and originally wanted to relax his treatment a little bit, but what happened to Zhao Ji greatly stimulated the emperor, and he finally began to show the coldness of his character. that side.Zhao Chen has a history of assassinating him, and now he even suspects that the assassin in Dali Temple was sent by Zhao Chen, so the treatment of Zhao Chen can be said to be the most severe.

The other way is to remove all positions of the Seventh Prince, and let him "think about his mistakes" in the mansion.In fact, this is house arrest in disguise.Zhao Ji's imprisonment was directly related to Zhao Jie's lax supervision, and what he did later made the emperor feel cold, and he could not escape the punishment.

As for the eldest prince, compared to what the second and seventh children did, the method of the eldest seemed much gentler, so Zhao Yu turned a blind eye and let him go.

But this kind of kindness only lasted for two days. On the third day, the origin of the assassin was clearly investigated. Zhao Yu learned that he was sent by the First Prince, and was so angry that he spat out half a bowl of blood.

"Okay, very good, all of these are hearts and lungs stained with ink!" The emperor sneered several times, and then called Qian Xiao and others with a livid face.

So far, the eldest prince Zhao Ao has not escaped the fate of being imprisoned. Several His Royal Highnesses have been convicted one after another. Such a big move made everyone in the court feel insecure. Straighten your back.But because their master was seriously injured, they weren't necessarily happy, and they couldn't care less about suppressing others.This kind of attitude fell into Zhao Yu's eyes, and it became an expression of self-control, which gave him a little comfort.

People who have been injured by the knife should not move. Zhao Ji rested at Dali Temple first, and then the wound was sutured. It's not too far away, only two streets away, so the first banquet brought her back home.Accompanied by a large group of imperial physicians.

Concubine Wan Gui in the palace couldn't hide such a big matter. She was also bedridden and recuperated, so she couldn't come to see her daughter. Only the precious medicinal materials were moved from the palace into the mansion. Soon, there were some in the two warehouses. Not enough.

Zhao Ji himself finally woke up under such meticulous care.

The first thing she saw when she woke up was Wei Chuyan. She liked it, so her eyes were curved like a clear crescent moon.

Wei Chuyan was a little haggard.

After so many days of busy work, she stayed awake for two days and two nights. This woman who never complained of being tired was obviously tired, but she didn't care about her physical condition. It was focused on Zhao Ji's body.

"I'm dirty again." Smelling a little strange smell, Zhao Ji's little nose wrinkled, a little cute, and then, she suddenly understood why, she immediately pursed the corners of her mouth and shrank back under the quilt, pointing at Wei Chuyan smiled flatteringly.

I was afraid that she would catch the cold, and that her wound would open. Except for the cleaning of the wound by the medical officer at the beginning, no one actually wiped her body. After staying in prison for so many days, it is inevitable that her body smelled a little of.

Wei Chuyan would not despise her. In fact, she had been guarding Zhao Ji for the past two days, as if she had lost her sense of smell for a short time.

Regarding the matter of Zhao Ji's injury, Wei Chuyan was only stunned for a moment at first, but later she figured it out, and guessed that the wound should be stabbed by Zhao Ji herself, and her heart burst into flames.

Therefore, Wei Chuyan would not be deceived by Zhao Ji's obvious diversion of attention.

"Stop talking about what's there, does the wound hurt?"

He opened his mouth lightly, and in his soft voice, there was a trace of sadness that had been suppressed for a long time.Zhao Ji sensed it sensitively, stuck out his tongue at her, and said with a bitter face: "It hurts, it hurts."

"Yes. When you stab yourself, don't you feel the pain?"

What a pity, in Wei Chuyan's annoyed eyes, Zhao Ji sneered, and completely retracted his little head into the quilt.

The author has something to say: Mi Liang: Your Highness, she dared to attack you and bite her.

Naiji (guilty): I, I dare not.

A Yan: Heh, you little bastard.

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