"Kill her!"

Under the magnificent color shed, more than a dozen figures rushed towards Yaoying, who was guarded by the soldiers, facing the swords and swords. Dressed in the costumes of ordinary civilians, they shouted loudly in Turkic, Persian, Sogdian, and Sanskrit, calling for helpers, with crazy hatred on their faces.

They are all royals.

Yuanjue was sweating coldly, drew a knife and chopped over a killer. There was no fear in the opponent's eyes, and he continued to rush forward, covered in blood, until he fell to the ground with all his strength.

He had lingering fears and looked back behind him.

The people screamed and fled in all directions, a figure rushed towards Yaoying, the cold light flickered, and a person rushed out of the crowd, hugging her and dodged.

The figure of the stabbing woman was as fast as lightning. The man slapped her with a palm, and the dagger in her hand was still sent out, a hood of blood splashed out, and Yaoying's dress was dripping with blood.

Fate was so frightened that he wanted to rush back to Yaoying's side. Several assassins entangled and blocked his footsteps.

They are not ordinary assassins, but dead men!

The soldier and the assassin trembled in one place, fighting each other, screaming with long swords and iron swords, screaming...Amidst the noise, Yaoying heard the man's painful hiss.

She pierced her heart, and she trembled.

The man held her, thinking she was injured, his arm muscles were tense, and anxiously asked: "Where did it hurt?"

The voice was dull.

Yaoying was sweating coldly, looking at his phoenix eyes exposed outside the face towel.

She was not injured, it was him who was injured.

Why is Li Xuanzhen in the royal court?

Yaoying had a splitting headache and fainted.

Li Xuanzhen's pupils were severely painful, and she knelt on the ground holding her, blood gurgling out.

The icy light of the knife shrouded them.

"Qiniang!"

The soldiers were frightened and screamed, trying to pull away to rescue, but they were entangled by other assassins.

The wind howled.

Yuanjue held his breath.

Suddenly, the surrounding area calmed down, murderous intent surging, and palm wind surging.

A long knife pierced through the air, and a figure suddenly pounced from a distance, with a strong wind.

A few cracking sounds sounded for the first time, and the scimitar in the hands of the assassins surrounding Yaoying broke into pieces, and fell to the ground without a scream, one by one fell to the ground.

The visitor was dressed in a white robe and a face mask on his face. He rushed towards Yaoying, faintly exuding a murderous aura.

Li Xuanzhen was unconscious, still holding Yaoying tightly with her hands, blocking her in front of her.

The white-robed man leaned over, pushed aside Li Xuanzhen, pulled away his hand, and picked up Yaoying.

The shouts of killing around him hadn't stopped, he turned a deaf ear, lowered his head to examine the wound on Yaoying's body, and put his fingers to the side of her neck.

Everyone in the field stayed for a while, reacted, raised the knife and beheaded the other assassins.

One person rushed to Yuanjue's side quickly, and said coldly: "Remember to stay alive!"

Yuanjue shook his whole body, glanced at the other party, opened his mouth wide, and then looked at the figure that suddenly appeared and forced back several assassins with a stab, his hair was horrified.

"General Ashina, that man..."

Bi Suo Hengdao said coldly: "It's him."

Yuanjue shivered.

Isn't the king in the Wang Temple? How would it appear here?

He has already strayed, and only then did his exercises forcibly... Is he a Buddha or Sultan Gu?

The sense of fate is as earthy.

Bi Suo also looked gloomy.

Seeing that the white-robed man appeared in time, the soldiers breathed a sigh of relief, and continued to respond to the enemy. After a while, they solved the remaining assassins, and Yuanjue and Bi Suo worked together to capture the two lives.

The nearby guards rushed over, and Bi Suo ordered them to guard all the main roads and track down their accomplices, so that people guarded not letting others approach, rushed to Yaoying, lowered her voice and asked nervously, "Is the princess okay? "

Tamara Gah embraced Yaoying who had fainted, shook his head, and the pair of blue eyes under the kerchief slowly closed.

There were no wounds on her body, and Li Xuanzhen's blood should be all on her dress.

The moment I saw her fall to the ground in the distance, my heart suddenly couldn't be suppressed, and the murderous intent that was surging out slowly receded little by little.

He held her, felt her breathe softly and slowly, and his hands trembled slightly.

She is fine.

Bi Suo looked anxious and whispered: "There are so many people here... I have a place close to another courtyard. Go to my place first."

Tamara Gha remained silent, holding Yaoying and stood up.

The soldiers surrounded him, helped Li Xuanzhen, who was seriously injured, and under the leadership of Bi Suo, he crossed a lane and walked into his other courtyard.

Tamara Gha carried Yaoying into the house, and Bi Suo asked the servant to find some clean clothes for everyone to change, and then entered the house.

Yaoying is not awake, Tamara Gha put her on the couch and checked her pulse, frowning.

"Are you scared?"

Bi Suo asked carefully.

Tamara Gya didn't say a word, took the hot towel and wiped the splashing blood drops on Yaoying's chin.

The maid enters the house and wants to change Yaoying's clothes.

Tamaraga stood up and retreated outside the felt curtain.

There was a heavy footstep outside the house, and Yuanjue escorted the captured assassin over.

Tamara Gya looked down, stared at Yaoying on the couch for a while, then turned and left the house.

Bi Suo raised his heel and saw a few assassins. They were not angry but smashed them with a punch. The assassin's face was immediately covered with blood.

"You are from the royal court, who instigated you? Why did you assassinate a woman?"

Today's assassins have a clear goal, they are directed at Yaoying. Yaoying did not reveal her identity. Why did these people assassinate her?

The assassin spat out a few **** teeth, grinning haha, his brown eyes looked at Tamaraga standing in front of the corridor holding his hands, his face twisted.

"Sultan Gu! You are Sultan Gu, right?! I didn't expect to be able to draw you out today!"

"We guessed right, the woman next to Yuanjue is indeed yours!"

Tamaraga looked at the assassin, her eyes as cold as snow.

Bi Suo sighed in his heart, sweating like rain.

The assassin looked up to the sky and laughed: "Who instigated us? I tell you, you are responsible for all this! You owe a **** debt, and we want to cut you a thousand times! Your martial arts are strong, and we can't do it. I can only wait for the moment..."

His blood-stained face trembled with excitement.

"Later we finally found an opportunity... When you entered the city, when you set out... Sultan Gu, you thought you were perfectly dressed, in fact, we have been inquiring about your whereabouts for the past two years. The woman who followed you into the city is very important to you... So We follow fate..."

Bi Suo clenched his hands into fists: "Just because of a little suspicion, did you kill someone?"

The assassin Jie Jie sneered: "I would rather kill by mistake than let it go. Who made that woman and Sultan Gu get closer?"

Bi Suo gasped.

The assassin's eyes widened and he smiled grimly: "Sultan Gu, you have killed too many people, and you should taste the loss of your love! Your relatives, your brothers, your friends...everyone you care about will die. Let's take it! No matter how strong your martial arts are, what's the use? We can always find a chance to start!"

"Today we missed, and tomorrow there will be others... You don't know how many people hate you, how many people are waiting for revenge, you will be punished sooner or later!"

Tamara Gaya stood in front of the corridor, motionless, lonely.

Bi Suo couldn't bear it, his figure bounced up, grabbed the assassin's hair, and twisted lightly.

The assassin was instantly exasperated.

The promenade became quiet, but the assassin's curse seemed to hover over the courtyard for a long time.

Bi Suo turned pale and looked back at Tamaraga.

"Regent…"

Tamara Gha closed his eyes for a moment, "I understand."

Regardless of his status, it will only bring harm to Princess Wen Zhao.

He is the son of Buddha, and believers will regard her as a witch. He is Sultan Gu, and she will be assassinated like today again and again.

Bi Suo's heart was heavy, his eyes were sour, and he couldn't say a word of comfort.

He thought of General Saisaner.

…

Nothing happened in the cave last night. But the healer said that Luo Jia's face improved. Although Luo Jia didn't want to keep Princess Wen Zhao, it was clear that Princess Wen Zhao was with him, and he was really in a good mood.

This morning, Luo Jia sat in the Zen room to copy the scriptures. After he finished copying a volume, a few birds flew from outside the corridor, tweeting and playing on the flower vines. After listening for a moment, he put down his pen and got up and went out.

Bi Suo was worried that his injury would happen, so he was worried, and quietly followed him, and followed him to Long Street, thinking that he was understanding the sentiments of the people.

Finally, Tamaraga stopped in a hidden corner, looking in one direction for a long time.

Bi Suo followed his gaze, startled.

Yuanjue walked over from that direction. The woman next to him, dressed in fresh clothes, braided hair and draped over her shoulders, covered her face with a veil. Very happy, the soldiers behind her are also dressed by Wang Tingren, and two of the soldiers hold a bunch of new clever things for eating, drinking, and playing.

She stood under a high platform to watch the singing and dancing, and did not move for a long time.

Tan Moroga stood in the corner, with her back facing the lively singing and dancing on the stage, looking at her quietly through the crowd.

She played in Hongchen as much as he could, and he watched her outside Hongchen.

Bi Suo sighed secretly.

At this moment, the sudden change occurred, and the assassin violent. A woman rushed to Yaoying while her soldiers were not paying attention, and raised her dagger. A man next to her suddenly flashed forward, blocking the blow for Yaoying.

Bi Suo was frightened.

At that moment, the aura of Tamaraga changed.

He drew his knife sharply and rushed out, "The Regent, you shouldn't show up, I'll go..."

Tan Moroga glanced at him, drew out the saber around his waist, and stretched his figure.

Bi Suo was stunned, regained his senses, and followed.

…

Thinking of the scene at the time, Bi Suo still feels scared.

This is what he is most afraid of...Princess Wen Zhao has something wrong, and the king can't suppress the exercises...just like General Saisan's back then, he went crazy because of the tragic death of his family...

Now, discovering that the assassin actually assassinated Yaoying in order to retaliate against Sultan Gu, Bi Suo became more and more frightened.

"I will send additional staff to investigate this thoroughly, in case anyone gets closer to the princess..."

He said tentatively.

Tamara Gha turned and entered the house.

Both of them understood that this kind of deceased who was determined to avenge his death would be undefeable until he died.

In the past, he had encountered many assassinations. He was alone, he didn't care about life and death, he had no desires and desires, so he was fearless.

But thinking that she would suffer the same danger, his thoughts were ups and downs, and it was difficult to settle down.

He had nothing in his life, only this lust.

He would kill her.

Tamara Gha closed his eyes and turned to enter the room.

The maid was cleaning and changing Yaoying's clothes. The accessories, small daggers, cloth bags on her back, dew pouches, and brocade bags were laid down and stacked on the side of the couch.

With a snap, a sheepskin package slipped from the cuff of her changed clothes and fell on the felt blanket.

The maid leaned over to pick it up, and a shadow cage came down and picked up the package before her.

She raised her head and faced a pair of cold eyes, her face turned pale with fright, and she bowed and fled and exited the room.

Tamaraga took the package, sat down on the couch, unwrapped her face towel, put her **** on Yaoying's wrist through the veil, and looked at her pulse again.

There was obviously no wound on her body, and she didn't know what was going on. She hasn't woken up yet.

It might be really scared.

Tamaraga retracted her hand and touched her forehead, frowning slightly.

With the sound of footsteps, Yuanjue walked into the room and said: "The regent, Prince Wei’s blood has stopped, and the doctors said it will not endanger his life, but his old injuries have not healed, and new injuries have been added, which is really dangerous. He is really dangerous. Faintly, I asked Princess Wen Zhao and insisted on visiting the princess."

Tamara Gamma said indifferently, "Stop it."

Fate should be.

"Today..." Tamara Gya said suddenly, paused for a while, and then asked, "Is the princess happy today?"

Yuanjue quietly looked at his face, thought for a while, and whispered: "The princess is very happy today... The princess said that the customs in different places are different, and each has its own excitement. She also bought things for the king... The princess also said that she also wants to be with those Maiko dances together..."

Tamara Gya listened quietly, with no expression on his face, and waved his hand.

Yuanjue retreated.

Tamara Gya glanced at the piles on the side of the couch, his eyes stopped, raised his hand, and opened the brocade bag.

A stack of scriptures was exposed.

He pulled out the scriptures.

The scriptures are booked like a bay leaf, but instead of punching a small hole in the middle and binding them with a rope, they are a folded style. The pages are made of parchment paper that has been tanned through a complex process and becomes soft and thin. Exquisite patterns, lines drawn in gold, silver, and gemstone powder, exquisite and dexterous.

There are many scriptures in his room, all of which are heavy scriptures. Once Prajna asked her to find a few scriptures, she carried a large stack and whispered that the scriptures were too heavy. It was better to make a booklet that could be carried easily, which was easy to access, and accompanied by exquisite pictures. It was also beautiful.

Since that time he said that only a few scriptures would be enough, and she would often send him scriptures later, and would send him a few if new styles were published, and even borrowed his manuscripts for printing.

These scriptures must be new tricks.

Tamara Gha put the scriptures back into the brocade bag, picked up the package he had picked up and put it back, thinking of something, took a pause with his hand, and opened the bag.

A sweet scent overflowed, and the thorns in the bag were fresh and moist, and the color was like amber.

She looked at him baffledly and asked, "Is it sweet?"

He said: "Sweet."

She laughed.

Tamara Gha's drooping eyelashes trembled a few times, and she squeezed the package tightly.

The person on the bed moved.

Tamara Gha returned to his senses, put down the package, and looked at Yaoying.

She did not wake up, her eyes were closed tightly, and she shuddered slightly.

Tamara Gha frowned, raised her hand to remove her long hair, probed the side of her neck and forehead, and checked her pulse again. There was nothing unusual, but her brows were tightly furrowed, her face was white, her expression was painful, and her body was trembling all the time.

"pain…"

She whispered softly.

Tamara Gha suddenly got up, letting Yuanjue go to the doctor.

The doctor arrived in a hurry, diagnosed the pulse, and said in a puzzled way: "From the pulse condition, the princess is not injured, there is no internal injury or external injury..."

As she was talking, Yaoying on the couch trembled more severely, and layers of cold sweat came out on her forehead, she suddenly wowed and vomited a mouthful of blood.

The faces of the other people in the room changed drastically.

Tamara Gaya couldn't take care of the others. She sat on the couch, picked up Yaoying, and carefully checked her body for any wounds that were not easy to find, and pointed her fingers around her acupuncture points, and there was no abnormality.

Bi Suo frowned and said, "Isn't it poisoned?"

The healer shook his head: "There is no sign of poisoning either."

Yuanjue was so anxious that his eyes were red, and he blamed him for not being careful and not taking good care of the princess!

The doctor turned through several volumes of medical books, and then probed Yaoying's pulse, his expression changed suddenly.

"How could this be? It only took a while...the princess's pulse is weak, like...like..."

He slapped the spirit, and dared not say anything next.

Tamara Gha did not say a word, he also knew the art of medicine and knew the unfinished words of the healer.

She can't stand it anymore.

In an instant, he fell into the abyss.

Yaoying was still trembling, Tamara Gya tightly hugged her, her expression still calm and calm, but her eyes were filled with dark waves, and said, "Bring in the princess's soldiers and ask if the princess has this symptom before. "

"Interrogate the assassins and ask if they use poison."

The intonation is faster than usual.

Yuanjue and Bi Suo quickly rushed out of the house. After a while, Yuanjue brought a soldier over. The soldier had stayed in the palace and knew better than the others.

He saw Yaoying, who didn’t know about personnel, and fell on her knees with a puff: “The princess had been seriously ill before... Alang asked the medical officer, no one can cure it...”

Yuanjue almost fainted, and hurriedly asked: "Then how did the princess recover later?"

The soldier trembled: "Later, the princess made it by herself... The lady said, maybe it was the princess's dead uncle who had blessed her... The doctor of Jing Nan said that when the princess's illness attacked, no medicine would help..."

Yuanjue's face was pale.

Footsteps at the door, Bi Suo entered the room with a solemn expression, shook his head, and said: "The assassin can't get close to the princess, there is no poison."

Tamara Gya's hand holding Yaoying tightened suddenly.

"Where is Duke Wei Guo?"

Bi Suo said: "I have sent someone to invite it. Wei Guogong doesn't know that something has happened here, and there is no news yet."

"Call other medical officers."

Bi Suo responded and ordered his subordinates.

Soon, Bi Suo's trusted medical officers arrived one after another, and after examining Yaoying's pulse, they all shook their heads and sighed: "This symptom looks too weird..."

Everyone was really at a loss. In the end, some people suggested to try bloodletting therapy, and others suggested to recite sutras.

Bi Suo's head was scorched, and all the people who couldn't help were driven out.

Yaoying's breath became weaker and weaker.

Tamara Gya hugged her tightly, mobilizing her internal strength, trying to warm her up, but she didn't respond, her body became colder and colder, and her lips gradually turned blue.

His eyebrows were flushed, the bottom of his eyes was surging, and there was a faint light passing by.

Bi Suo was thrilled to see, and prayed secretly that Princess Wen Zhao should never have an accident.

Fate's hands clasped together, turning around the room, chanting the scriptures aloud, praying for the blessings of the Buddha.

Yaoying was still getting weaker and weaker, she couldn't even feel her pulse.

Tamara Gha closed her eyes for a while, supporting the back of her neck with her hands, her arms tightening slightly.

He once took her to the pagoda to pray for her.

Under the gaze of the Buddha, he prayed for her, hoping that she would be free from illness and disaster, and be happy for life.

At that time, he confessed his distracting thoughts and desires to the Buddha, and he was the one who moved his mind and had nothing to do with her.

He didn't ask for anything for himself.

I just hope she can be at ease.

Fear in life, life is at stake in the morning dew. Worry is born from love, and fear is born from love. If one is separated from the one who loves, there is no worry and no fear.

Everything is empty, life and death are reincarnation, he looks down on everything, and still hopes that she can enjoy the world.

She is so good.

Tamara Gya held Yaoying and felt her life dying.

So suddenly.

It was like she came to him, silently, falling from the sky.

He seems to be falling continuously, the abyss is bottomless, and the surroundings are getting darker and colder.

Yuanjue choked softly, sweating like syrup.

Tamara Gya took off the beads from Yaoying's wrist and recited the scriptures.

It was getting dark, candles were lit in the room, the healer discussed in the next room, the decoctor vigorously fanned the fan, and the servants went in and out, and the atmosphere was heavy.

Tamara Gha's eyes closed tightly.

I don't know how long it took, the person in his arms suddenly moved and murmured a few times.

The warm sniff was on his chest.

Tamara Gha stayed for a while, her fingers squeezing the prayer beads tightly.

The person in his arms then twisted a few times, opened his eyes, his eyelashes quivered, his eyes were wet and his face was white.

"Is Li Xuanzhen okay?"

She asked dazedly.

Li Xuanzhen blocked a knife for her. She had a sharp pain in her heart just now, and she felt pain all over her body. It was only then that she was relieved. If something happened to him, she would not be able to get through this problem!

Tamaraga's eyes were deep, silent, and he probed her pulse with two fingers.

The pulse condition is still vacant, but at least it has stabilized a bit, much better than before.

He looked down at her face again, her face was covered with fine sweat, and the whole figure seemed to be fished out of the water, and the color of her lips had recovered a bit, not as white as before.

The body in the palm slowly warmed up.

Tamara Gha closed his eyes and held the prayer beads tightly.

Yaoying's consciousness hasn't recovered yet. She doesn't know what's going on. She just feels sweaty and sticky and uncomfortable. She struggles to sit up, "Where is Li Xuanzhen?"

She asked again.

Tamara Gha was expressionless.

The other people in the room were planning to go to the Buddha and kneel and pray. Unexpectedly, Yaoying, who was dying a moment ago, would actually wake up by herself. She was dumbfounded for a while, showing ecstasy, and rushed forward together.

"Princess! You are all right!"

"Is it better? Where is it?"

Yaoying rubbed her head, "I'm fine..."

She remembered what happened before she passed out, and she glanced over Tamaraga next to her, startled.

"Why is the regent here?"

Tamaraga stood up and went out without saying a word.

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"Fear in life..." The entire sentence quoted the Buddha's verse. The previous chapter also quoted two sentences from the Buddha's verse. I forgot the mark.