After all, the Cui Mansion is not an ordinary family. Even in normal times, slaves cannot carry swords and medicinal materials that cannot be explained by the source and purpose. Before the emperor came in person, he conducted a thorough search. He first checked it himself, and then checked it in the harem and the court, and even a needle was not allowed to be placed at will.

Assassin Azhen has no weapons or poison.

She stood up, smiled and looked lovingly at the child she had been caring for for less than three days. She picked up a wooden sword beside her. It was a toy, which was only two feet long, light and fluttering, and looked undestructive.

She walked towards Trager, and at the same time approached the emperor who was close to the child, it seemed that she was just going to hand over the wooden sword. The four-year-old Trager was talking to the emperor about strategies to suppress bandits, and it was really necessary that this sword to show his identity.

Han Ruzi had long heard that this was the words Trager memorized. If it were adults, it was an annoying fraud. It happened to children, but it was just ridiculous and a little surprised. After all, this set of words is quite complicated, and Cui Teng may not be able to remember them well, but Trager could speak very well, as if he could really understand the meaning of it.

"...In the past, the bandit suppression always advances and retreats. Once the officers and soldiers retreat, the bandits return to their hometowns. Why do they do this? The officers and soldiers always make great contributions to the bandit suppression, fearing that the world will not know. Soldiers are a trick. When the officers and soldiers suppress bandits, they often stick to their own way and make publicity in advance, giving the bandits time to prepare..."

Han Ruzi was really a little moved and planned to ask Cui Teng afterwards who asked this strategy to suppress the bandits.

Now he would not say it out loud, but instead smiled and nodded, expressing appreciation. For some reason, he suddenly turned his head and saw his mother a few steps away.

The emperor was the first to recognize the assassin. This was not a very clear idea, but a kind of intuition. Without any reason, he suddenly felt that the woman who had walked within ten steps of him was unnatural. He looked at the child, and Yu Guang seemed to glance at him. This was an extremely impolite act and should not have happened to the servants of the Cui Mansion.

The first one to react was not the emperor.

Even more, Cui Teng saw his mother, but he didn't care. He waved his hand and signaled her not to come over now. However, Azhen continued to take the next step just as she didn't see it.

It was not Zhang Youcai, his eyes were only on the emperor and he did not notice his mother's abnormality at all.

The first person to react was the only guard in the room.

This guard is not the strongest. There are two reasons why he can be with the emperor. One is that he has a clean background and has practiced martial arts in the Guards since he was a child. After growing up, he was selected as a guard. He belongs to the most trustworthy group of people. The other is that he is good at boxing and kicking skills, and does not need to carry weapons. He is not so eye-catching when standing by the emperor.

He recognized the assassin a little later than the emperor, but there was a clear reason: the posture of the mother holding the sword and walking showed that she had practiced martial arts.

Unfortunately, the guard did not take action immediately, but hesitated for a moment, thinking that this was another trick by Mr. Cui.

In just one moment, my mother took another step, close enough to the emperor.

The guards fitted and rushed forward. It was not the assassin, but the emperor. This was the duty of the guards. At the most dangerous time, he had to protect himself.

For this assassination, Yun Mengze sacrificed dozens of good players. Azhen didn't want to fail, could not fail, and dared not fail. She still had a smile on her face, but the sword in her hand used all its strength. The wooden sword had no edge, so she could only make up for it with strength.

The guard was in the sword on his face, but instead of dodging, he stretched out his hands to hold the sword tightly, opening his mouth to shout "Save the Lord". Azhen slapped his other palm, and hit the guard's forehead. The guard tilted his head and took several steps back. He fell to the ground. The wooden sword left his chest and blood flowed out.

Cui Teng and Uncle Trager were completely stunned. They couldn't understand the scene in front of them. Why did the gentle and friendly mother suddenly change her appearance and actually kill people with a wooden sword!

Han Ruzi had not learned martial arts seriously. In critical moments, her reaction was not much different from that of ordinary people. She raised her right arm to block her body and stepped back step by step.

Azhen stabbed him with a sword, and Han Ruzi moved aside. It was not that his skills were more flexible than the guards, but because he did not have to protect others and did not need to face the wooden sword. Because of the guard's block, the distance between him and the assassin was also slightly further.

Azhen stepped after him, with Trager between her. She subconsciously bypassed and stabbed the emperor with a sword.

If it weren't for the blood stain on the wooden sword, it would have looked like chasing and playing around the child.

The room was surprisingly quiet, no one said anything, and he didn't even dare to breathe, as if he fell into the water, and could only watch the two of them in circles.

At this time, someone most needed to shout "Save the Lord" and call the guards outside in, but the only person who could do this had fallen to the ground, and the rest, including the emperor himself, forgot that they could still shout.

"Ah--" The first person to shout was Zhang Youcai. He had fantasized countless times how he would sacrifice himself to save his life if the emperor was in danger. At this moment, he realized that his body was out of control, as if he was pressed down by layers of thick layers, unable to turn over, and even felt difficult to breathe.

But he finally got rid of the shackles and pounced on the assassin.

Azhen was fully focused, and in just one step, she knew that in just one step, she could kill the emperor and complete the carefully prepared task for months.

She didn't even look at the person who was rushing to the scene, and she slapped it out with a casual palm. The eunuch flew backwards and fell down.

But she was too "concentrated" and circled around Trig, treating the child as an insurmountable obstacle. She took care of the child for a while and had no feelings for her, but because she didn't take action at the first moment, she forgot that she had other choices since then.

Zhang Youcai's pounce failed to stop the assassin, but it had some effect, breaking the drowning quietness in the room.

"Still, assassin!" Cui Teng shouted at the top of his lungs, roared, and pounced on it. It was the opposite of Zhang Youcai's choice. It was not the assassin, but the emperor who was rushing to learn from the guards to protect him.

He didn't notice his little nephew, and passed by Trager, taking down the child, but he didn't jump to the flexibly-steading emperor and fell to the ground.

Tregg, who was sitting on the ground, burst into tears.

Azhen finally woke up. There was no need for her to go around and could rush directly towards the emperor.

Han Ruzi also understood that he had no way to escape, and he could not escape from the assassin and could only take one move.

Facing the master's sword, Han Ruzi had no way to avoid it. She felt a sharp pain in her chest, but she did not fall down immediately. She waved a punch and hit the assassin's cheek.

Azhen then slapped the emperor step by step before hitting him with a fist.

This palm failed to kill the emperor, and even knocked the emperor down. Azhen suddenly remembered that Zhang Qinyan reminded herself that the emperor might have been practicing the internal skills of the righteous man. He looked at the wooden sword in his hand again, and then he found that the sword head was damaged and was originally blunt, and at this time it almost turned into a flat head.

She threw away the blood-stained wooden sword, and even with bare hands, she was sure to kill the emperor.

She jumped up and focused on the future of the thieves of several months of lurking, the sacrifices of dozens of good men, and the future of the Yunmengze thieves. She could crack the emperor's skull with a palm on the ground.

She jumped up, but couldn't be free.

Cui Teng, who was tripped by his nephew and did not pounce on the emperor, rolled around on the ground and happened to see the feet in front of him. Without saying a word, he immediately reached out to grab them, sat up with the force, hugged one leg tightly, and shouted: "Assassin!"

Even at this time, Azhen still had a smile on her face, but she could no longer remain calm. The opportunity was fleeting. There were many guards outside. A few more people came in. She was definitely not an opponent by herself. She had missed the opportunity to fight and could not be dragged on any longer.

If you can't delay time, you have to drag people. Azhen tried her best to take a step forward. Cui Teng, a big man, couldn't hold her with all his strength.

The house was not big, Azhen took another step and arrived in front of the emperor. The last smile on her face disappeared. She had killed someone and made all preparations. But assassinating the emperor was still more difficult than she expected. She didn't understand that the emperor was also a human being, a flesh and blood body. Why did she feel nervous before? Why was she tied up by a child?

Now she will not make mistakes again. The emperor she saw was just a pale young man, no taller and stronger than ordinary people, and it is even more incomparable to those martial arts masters who have studied hard for many years.

She stretched out her arms, ignored the emperor's clumsy obstruction, strangled her neck, and used her hands to force her.

Azhen's leg hurt, probably because she was bitten by Cui Er. She didn't care and continued to force her to watch the pale face turned red sharply.

Then there was a pain on the waist, which was a fatal injury. Azhen felt that her strength was disappearing quickly, but she refused to let go and gritted her teeth and persevered.

The third pain came from the neck, the shortest time. Azhen's eyes were distracted, and she couldn't tell whether she was exerting force or letting go. She could only concentrate her last bit of energy and stare at the emperor's eyes, hoping to see signs of death, hoping that all efforts were not in vain, hoping that she could deserve the instructions of many fellow practitioners in the world, and hope...

Meng E walked out of the window upstairs, and after landing, she flew quickly to the place where the emperor and others were. She was startled by the guards and followers waiting at the door. The guards were confused and shouted "Stop" and chased after him.

The distance was not very far, but Meng E didn't recognize the way. She searched for a while before she saw the eunuchs, palace maids and guards in a team.

"The assassin is by His Majesty!" Meng E shouted.

Wang He turned around and looked at Meng E. His first reaction was to be alert. Then he pulled out the knife, thinking that the palace maid had finally revealed her true face. He was one of the few guards who could carry a knife.

At this moment, a sound came from the room, followed by two "assassin" shouts, which were so sharp that they could not tell who they came from.

The people in the room felt as slow as if they were swimming underwater. For the people outside, it was just a moment. Wang He was the first to rush into the room, Meng E followed closely, followed by a large group of guards.

The assassin was killed and the emperor fell softly. Meng E took the lead and hugged him.

Everyone's hearts sank, but they felt dark as noon approached.
Chapter completed!