Empress True Colors

Gray dark clouds slowly pushed across half of the sky like an array. The courtyard of the Zhaoming Office was shrouded in heavy ash.

This Zhaoming Office, which was specially used to detain high-ranking officials for investigation and made Dahuang's courtiers famous, was quiet at the moment, only a side room of a courtyard next to the palace road, with the windows open.

Yeluqi was standing in front of the window, raising his finger, and drawing a square against the dark clouds in the sky. It looks like you are calculating the distance from the dark cloud to the window.

Suddenly there was a bird's cry above his head, he raised his head, and ash fell on the beam, but the ash particles seemed a little big.

Yeluqi spread his hand and took a grain of "dust" in his palm. The dust shattered, revealing a small note.

"Gong Yin hasn't arrived yet, the queen acts as her agent."

The note reported what happened in Jingting today.

Yeluqi frowned slightly in surprise.

Then he closed his eyes, thought for a while, and suddenly opened them.

At first glance, he looked in the direction of Jingting Gongyin's bedroom.

He took a few steps in that direction, as if he was planning, and then tapped his fingers on the door panel, one long and two short.

Not long after, a ghostly figure appeared behind the door, apparently dressed as an official from the Lighting Office, but hunched over and out of sight.

He held out a very thin knife with both hands.

Yeluqi took it, smiled apologetically, and said softly, "Be patient."

The man seemed to be moved, nodded and turned around, silently lifted up his skirt, revealing his back.

Yeluqi smiled distressedly, but he didn't hesitate to strike, the knife landed on the skin, and blood was carved on it.

During the period when officials of the Illumination Office are under investigation, they are not allowed to go out. If someone goes out in an emergency, they need to conduct a body search.

Gong Yin's rules have always been strict, even if he is the head of the public office, he will be searched when he goes out at this time, and he must take off his clothes.

It's just that after a long time, everyone is acquainted, and some regulations are naturally not implemented too thoroughly. Although they dare not violate them, they usually save some face for their colleagues, for example, leaving a pair of short-nosed pants or something.

The writing on the back waist gradually appeared.

"Gong Yin may change, you can go to test it tonight."

There is also a small mark.

After the engraving was finished, the blood was wiped off, and the man took out the medicine and sprinkled it on himself, and the blood stains faded away, and even the notches were not very clear, so as to ensure that no blood stains would be contaminated and discovered by others.

"Be sure to convey it, hurry up, if you find something different, make a decision." Yeluqi said.

The man nodded and walked out silently.

The secret forces belonging to Yeluqi are all connected by one line. An internal response from the Zhaoming Office cannot be trusted by dictation. Only by engraving on the skin and leaving Yeluqi's logo can he mobilize his elite power.

After seeing off the internal response, Yeluqi looked up at the dark clouds, the gray twilight had spread over half of the sky.

"Just tonight," he said.

…

Jing Hengbo quickly went back to his bedroom, and closed the door to prevent anyone from entering.

She sat on the bed, and Feifei jumped onto her lap.

"I'm Fei." Jing Hengbo hugged it and pointed to the tall tower in the distance, "Go there tonight and destroy something for my sister."

With a destructive gesture, she picked up a pen and drew a long cylindrical shape on the paper.

"It's almost like this. It's hard to say how long or short it is, but it shouldn't be short. It's made of metal. Or it may be another shape. In short, it must be made of metal. As long as you see iron wires and steel wires, it's almost the same. This thing should be placed in the tower. The top is the legendary place where there are constant guards day and night.”

"This is a lightning rod, an important tool to ensure that the priest's tower will not be struck by lightning. I don't know if her family has acquired some secret technique, or if her ancestors had a time traveler, anyway, this is the so-called miracle in all likelihood." Jing Hengbo whispered in Feifei's ear, "She must have sent a lot of guards tonight, she can't send anyone to die, but you can go, do you want me to send Er Gouzi to help you?"

Feifei shook her head desperately—forget it, there are two dogs in the world, and there must be bad luck.

"Then, my sinister and cunning little monster pretending to be cute and stupid!" Jing Hengbo patted its head, "After the thunderstorm comes, go! Go and pull out that pillar that holds up the sky!"

…

Started shaking her big tail and jumped out lightly.

Then Jing Hengbo went to bed and got ready to sleep.

How many people Sang Tong tried to arrange to deal with her was in vain. She is the queen. Have you ever seen the queen go into battle in person?

She was lying comfortably, thinking about what Jingyun said, after the mother Jiaoyin came, she was sweating profusely from Zirui's question, so she hurried back to read "Gong Dian" and "Ritual Destinations", and she laughed even more joy.

After waiting for a while, I was sure that no one would come to Jingting to see him. She got up and went to Jingting, wanting to see how Gong Yin was doing.

When she passed the side door, she saw that the door leading to the palace road and Zhaoming Office was ajar, her heart moved and she couldn't help but push it open a little.

The door was opened by a line, and she saw the door of the Zhaoming Office opened, and a person came out. She thought it was Yeluqi, but after a closer look, it was just an official. Covering his waist, there was a slight pain on his face.

Jing Hengbo felt that this movement was strange, and then thought maybe it was a backache?

Since it wasn't Yeluqi, she felt relieved, closed the door, and went to Jingting through another side door.

This time, he knew the way and the way, and went straight to Gong Yin's bedroom. Seeing that the main hall was as usual, Gong Yin seemed to have not even changed his lying posture, so he couldn't help curling his lips boredly.

When he got closer, he found that Gong Yin was not sleeping. He closed his eyes slightly, his face was calm, but there was a hint of ice crystals and snow in the middle of his brows, and a faint white air rose. Similarly, in the depression where his collarbones meet, his chest On top of it, there is also white air rising, with a faint blue color in the white air, which seems to be absent. The three streams of air rise slowly, and finally float into the huge irregular white stone on the ceiling. There seemed to be another air flow descending from the white stone, this time it was pure white breath, escaping into Gong Yin's eyebrows, throat, and chest. Communication up and down, endlessly.

Jing Hengbo found it interesting. Gong Yin seemed to be exorcising the poison, or the poison was not exact. Tiansi powder was not a poison, and there was no antidote. The cyan gas, and the white stone acts as an exchanger, sucking the dirty things in, cleaning and purifying them, and turning them into clean and beneficial true qi, which is absorbed by Gong Yin back to his physical strength.

Jing Hengbo's eyes fell on his almost transparent silk robe again, and he finally understood why this abstinent guy would wear it so coquettishly and seductively in his bedroom. Direct exchange, wearing thick clothes, how can all the gas escape? It is said that the best effect is to be naked, but he probably didn't want to, so he put on such a thing that is equal to nothing.

Jing Hengbo secretly cried out that it's a pity, hey, sleep naked, let's sleep naked, and there are a lot of meat for people to see, hypocritical!

However, the master's way of practicing martial arts is peculiar. Jing Hengbo always has a strange feeling about the three words "Prajna Snow". He feels that if a martial art has a special name, there must be something unusual about it. He just doesn't know the taboos of this martial art. Where is it now.

She was staring at the man's chest and thinking about it, Gong Yin slowly opened his eyes, the black jade-like pupils were like the still water of the abyss, and the quiet pool had no waves, Jing Hengbo's heart was shocked when he saw it.

Immediately, she became complacent, sat down next to him, and said, "Today I..."

"Congratulations," he said.

Jing Hengbo was startled, so he already knew, had he been paying close attention to the movement in Jingting's study?

"Do you feel anything strange?" She stared into his eyes, "Aren't you afraid that my ambition will skyrocket and I will finally take your position?"

"If you have the ability, go ahead and grab it."

"Be careful of being too conceited, the gutter will capsize." Jing Hengbo raised his chin.

Gong Yin sat up cross-legged, with a gesture of his fingers, a snow-white cloak fell slowly from the shelf next to him, and he closed his eyes to adjust his breath.

Jing Hengbo looked at the thick cloak with regret, and then became happy, "How are you? It's not twelve o'clock yet."

"I can only do simple movements. If I want to fully recover, I'm afraid it will take midnight."

"I clearly remember that you drank soup yesterday evening." Jing Hengbo calculated that the time was wrong.

"Something went wrong and the hour was delayed." He glanced at Jing Hengbo.

Jing Hengbo thought with no shame that it was probably because she broke in last night and made a fuss about it.

"Sang Tong must be guarding the tower these few nights. The hermit of the Sang family is famous for the emperor's song, and his combat power should not be underestimated." Gong Yin said suddenly.

"Are you reminding me? So kind?" Jing Hengbo squinted at him with a half-smile.

"But I don't think you will go in person at all." Gong Yin didn't answer her topic.

Jing Hengbo had nothing to say to Gong Dashen's IQ. He smiled and lay lazily beside his pillow, "How can I use my beautiful knife to kill chickens? Feifei is enough."

"Test you," she stretched out her hand to pull Gong Yin's cloak, "What do you think I will do? Why do you think the tower of the Sang family can escape the lightning strike?"

Gong Yin first stretched out his hand and pulled back the corner of his clothes from her hand—if he ignored it, he would be gone. While casually saying: "There should be something buried at the top of the tower that can protect against lightning."

"Great!" Jing Hengbo applauded, "You really know."

"When I was in Dayan, I passed by a palace and saw dragon heads raised up on both sides of the eaves. There was a copper tongue protruding from the dragon's mouth, bending and stretching towards the sky. I guess this is probably the thing that welcomes the lightning, under the root of the dragon's mouth and tongue. , there must be copper wires or iron wires that penetrate the ground and lead the lightning away."

"Great praise!" Jing Hengbo clapped his hands again. I have to admit that Gong Yin's IQ is hard. She never noticed that Dayan had already used the prototype of the lightning rod early.

"Actually, a wizard once suggested to Emperor Taizu that putting fishtail copper tiles on the top of the palace can prevent the sky fire caused by lightning. Unfortunately, that wizard was struck to death by lightning when he placed the copper tiles. Sang's suggestion became an ominous curse, no one dared to try that again, but it finally helped the Sang family."

"It should be over." Jing Hengbo smiled charmingly.

"As a priestly family, the Sang family has the right to mobilize more than 300 guards to protect the tower when the tower is in crisis. Therefore, within three days, the Sang family has many people in the palace. If the tower is really hacked It's gone." Gong Yin glanced at her, "Be careful that Sang Tong jumps over the wall in a hurry."

"Are you caring about me?" Jing Hengbo bent his legs, propped his elbows on his knees, and looked at him with a smile without any look of anxiety on his face.

The light in the hall was dim, but she was shining in the dim depths, from her eyes to the tips of her nails, she was shining brightly. Half of the smile is the ease of playing in the world, and the other half is the fearlessness of the sword.

Gong Yin's eyes fell on her unconsciously pursed red lips, her heart trembled, and she couldn't help turning her eyes away.

For a moment, there was a slight bitter emotion rising, which overwhelmed the precise thinking.

This woman, she thought she had no intentions, but she had intentions.

She is bright, indulgent, and full-bodied, and she is not stingy about approaching everyone, actively showing her bright and full-bodied. When everyone is attracted by her style and can't help but follow her eyes, she may have turned her eyes away again loosely.

She is always so close that he can't tell what kind of posture she is really emotional. Those gentle smiles, raised eyebrows, winking eyes, and intimate gestures seem to be able to give everyone her pleasing eyes. It seems that they are close or like it, but it seems that it is all there, like it, not full of love.

Those who are easily emotional are the most cold, and those who seem cold are afraid of being emotional.

Suddenly I remembered the first time we met, if I had treated her kindly back then, what would she look like now?

There was a slight pain in his heart, biting his heart.

However, his face was still calm, and he said: "Sang Tong jumped over the wall in a hurry, and if he made a big move in the palace, it would also cause me trouble."

"I want to know why you allow such a hostile person to control a piece of freedom that you cannot interfere with in the palace. This is not like your style."

Gong Yin said nothing.

The concession is because there was a tacit understanding. When there was a palace change, at the critical moment, it was Sang Tong who reached an agreement with him, which led to the sudden death of the former queen and his superiority.

Those who exercise power must be controlled by power. When the power of the Sang family expands and controls the succession of kingship for several generations, naturally they will not be willing to be under others and want to replace them. What's more, the Sang family thought they were kind to him, and the benefactors would always be more presumptuous.

The Sang family was ready to move after he left Dayan, presumably, Yeluqi also had a hand, but Yeluqi could not completely control the Sang family, the Sang family found another alliance with the Xuanyuan family.

As for the queen, it was because although the queen had limited powers, she was able to replace priests. So for all the queens who are not supported by the Sang family, the Sang family hopes that she will not exist.

However, it's time for the Sang family's arrogance to subside.

If they do something, they will cross the bottom line of his tolerance.

Of course these cannot be explained to her, he changed the subject and said, "Is Yeluqi safe?"

"Nothing happened." Jing Hengbo was about to tell Gong Yin about the strange officials he saw at the gate of the Zhaoming Office, when he suddenly heard a thin bell ringing from behind the bed.

Gong Yin stretched out his hand, and pulled out a gold thread from behind the bed, with a bell tied on it. Holding the bell in his hand, he listened carefully to the trembling of the thread and the bell.

This must be the only way to contact him and his subordinates.

After a while he said, "Yu Chun asked to see him, saying he has something important to do."

Jing Hengbo said: "Aren't you unable to move? Shall I go and hear what's going on?"

Gong Yin hesitated slightly, nodded, and said: "Don't leave the hall too far."

"Reluctant to part with me, little Yinyin?" Jing Hengbo giggled, got up and walked away.

She ran so fast that she didn't see behind her. Gong Yin pursed her lips and lowered her eyelashes.

There is a door-opening mechanism in the main hall, and Gong Yin had told Jing Hengbo before, Jing Hengbo opened the door and went out, and saw fat Yuchun standing on the porch.

Jing Hengbo leaned his back against the landscape stone door, and said, "Gong Yin asked me to hear what's going on."

Yu Chun showed a look of embarrassment, and said in a low voice: "I need to report to the national teacher face to face..."

Jing Hengbo was not angry.

"Then go and talk to him yourself."

"Hey! Report back to Your Majesty." Yu Chun immediately said, "It's like this. Priest Sang sent three hundred guards into the palace, saying that he would strengthen the guards on the priest's tower. The guards of the imperial forest looked on, and those people were full of energy. , Unlike ordinary guards, who are worried about the impact on the defense of the palace, so I came here to ask for instructions. In addition, Priest Sang said that someone had sneaked into the tower recently, and was worried that there would be small thieves lurking in the palace, endangering the safety of the national teacher and the queen. The guarding circle has been expanded to the vicinity of Jingting Court. This is not allowed. Our people are negotiating with the priest. The priest insists on guarding Jingting Court and refuses to leave. We need the order of the national teacher to expel the priest."

Jing Hengbo knew it was aimed at her as soon as he heard it. Maybe when there was a thunderstorm at night, when the sky was dark and the wind was high, there would be "little thieves" haunting Jingting, and then the priests and guards chased them all the way. In the arduous battle, Unfortunately, His Majesty was assassinated by a thief, and the heroic guards of the priest tower also killed the thief after a **** battle, and avenged His Majesty.

"What do you need to ask for instructions? I don't know if the dogs that break through the door should be shot immediately?" Jing Hengbo waved his hand, "Go and tell them that the safety of Zhen and the national teacher is taken care of by the Royal Forest Guards and Kanglong Guards. It needs outsiders to be troublesome. The people in the priest's tower should just guard the priest's tower. Let them remember that if something happens to me, they don't need to be responsible. If something happens to the priest's tower, they will lose their heads. Find out the severity First."

"This...if they insist..." Yu Chun secretly praised the seemingly lazy queen, but she was a little hesitant at the same time.

Jing Hengbo really felt that Gong Yin had too many rules and refused to delegate power, which caused these guard leaders to be restrained and dare not do anything, without any domineering.

"Go," she casually pointed to a craftsman who painted the pillars in the distance, "take out his paint bucket, draw a line around Jingting and my bedroom, and set up bows and arrows within the line, and the rest wait , you are not allowed to step into the line. I heard that the palace is restless. This is our Jingting to strengthen the defense. It will rain soon, and the thunderstorm weather will not allow you to see clearly. If anyone breaks in, we will be killed by us as a thief Don't blame us for not saying hello beforehand."

"Yes!" Yu Chun looked excited, rubbed his hands and ran over, picked up the paint bucket and ran away.

Jing Hengbo could hear the hustle and bustle outside becoming more and more intense, and there was a faint sound of shock and anger, and he smiled with satisfaction—he had already made it clear that no one needed to help guard him, he was conceited in life and death, and he drew a line as a boundary. One kills one, and one pair kills another! She doesn't believe in people risking their lives!

Jing Hengbo was sure, but Sang Tong didn't dare to force his way. After all, the tower hasn't collapsed yet, so she doesn't need to tear her face apart. It's just to see that Gong Yin is not here, and feel that the Queen is weak, so he came to squeeze the persimmon.

Just as this thought flashed across, suddenly there was a loud noise ahead, and then there was a loud bang on the palace door, and a person slammed into the door.

He was extremely fast, followed by a large group of people. Jing Hengbo heard Yu Chun yelling: "Stop him!" He also heard Yu Chun yelling: "Bastard! Is the high priest crazy? Are you crazy? You have already drawn a line, really dare to be tough!" Crush? Come, shoot arrows at them together!"

Then someone howled loudly: "No! No! Don't get me wrong! We don't know this person! This is not from our priest family! We don't know where he came from!"

The guards in the palace courtyard had already hurriedly greeted them, the swords were unsheathed, and there was a choking sound, but the arguments not far away could still be heard clearly. It's like a mess.

Jing Hengbo frowned, what's going on? Hearing the anxious and unexpected tone of the guard confronting the priest, it seemed that the one who broke in was really not from Sang Tong? Then who suddenly mixed in? What is the purpose?

She subconsciously took two steps forward, trying to see the other person clearly, the person jumped over several guards intercepting him like lightning, and suddenly looked up.

Jing Hengbo was struck by lightning.

The eyes were so bright and sharp, as if two knives were hidden, and two searchlights with strong penetrating power were buried, Jing Hengbo had an illusion for a moment that his eyes were X-rays! Penetrating her, looking somewhere!

somewhere where?

As soon as Jing Hengbo turned his head, he saw the mountain, water and stone wall behind him, which was the most secure pass into Gong Yin's bedroom, the door where no one knew the password.

Seeing the other party staring straight at the door, she felt uneasy, and took two steps back to block the stone wall.

The man glanced at her, and Jing Hengbo felt as if he had been swept by a searchlight.

This guy's eyes must be very special.

But watching the guards pouring in one after another, she was very relieved that he couldn't rush in such an impregnable wall.

But the man didn't rush forward, and started to retreat after taking a look at her. Jing Hengbo heard him let out a long cry, and he had already knocked away the pursuers behind him, and retreated **** all the way.

Everyone was stunned by this move, and they didn't understand why this guy rushed into the inner courtyard with all his might, and why he suddenly retreated.

Jing Hengbo felt even more strange, did this guy just want to take a look at the stone wall?

It doesn't work if you don't push it.

…

The assassin who sneaked in retreated bloodied. Yu Chun and others pursued him closely. Seeing that the guy didn't run away from the palace, he crossed the palace road and ran towards the Zhaoming Office as if in a panic.

Meng Hu who rushed over saw that something was wrong, and sternly shouted: "Shoot the arrow!"

With a buzzing sound, the blue arrows covered the sky, tore apart the low clouds, and rushed towards the man behind.

The man didn't dodge or evade, just rushed forward desperately, and crossed the courtyard wall of Zhaoming Office.

A large group of arrows flew from the Zhaoming Office, and the man was shot in the stomach and back, and rushed forward like a hedgehog, splashing blood, and rushed into the yard.

In the courtyard, in front of the window, Yeluqi, who had been standing and waiting, pushed open the window.

The dead man was lying not far from his window, covered in arrows, struggling to raise his head.

Yeluqi glanced over his horrific body without any fluctuation, and made a gesture.

The dead man seemed relieved, raised his head, and quickly spit out a series of words.

Yeluqi thought for a while, then suddenly said: "The Queen's inscribed poem!"

He didn't make a sound, just lip language. After the man read it, he suddenly raised his head and roared.

"Poetry embedding female name queen!"

Then he bowed his head, breathless.

Yeluqi glanced at his corpse casually, flicked his finger, and the window creaked shut.

Shut out the thick **** smell and the rainy sky.

Then he turned around and sat in the darkness of a room. After a long time, a faint smile appeared on his lips.

Like a black lotus blooming quietly in a swamp of midnight fire.

The plain and clear voice lingered in the room.

"It turns out that you have already been so deeply in love..."

…

The people outside are all kinds of inexplicable.

I don't understand how this person got into the priest guard team. And why desperately broke into Jingting, then desperately exited, then desperately broke into Zhaoming Office, and finally yelled such an inexplicable sentence.

It seemed that he had done so many unimaginable actions, went to a lifeless death, just for a sentence that no one could understand.

Now that the person was dead, Yuchun Menghu was relieved and ordered the body to be dragged out. The guards on the priest's side didn't dare to make any more noise after passing by, and they all retreated behind the paint line drawn by Yu Chun.

It's just that when one packs up and the other backs down, the crowd is inevitably a little chaotic.

A black figure slid out of the priest's guard team without a sound, and then leaned against it without a sound, and then arrived behind a guard of the imperial forest behind Yu Chun.

He has a slender figure, and his actions are secretive and silent. Under the dark and flickering sky, he has a natural sense of fading. People around him are busy, and no one notices the existence and changes of this person.

After a while, those who should be withdrawn withdrew, and everything was taken care of. Yu Chun left some people to guard the line, and led the rest of the guards back to Jingting. The man quietly followed the last guard, step by step, until he entered the courtyard. .

After this man entered the courtyard, the guards all over the courtyard did not find him.

If someone stares at him at this time, you will find that he has been moving subtly, constantly changing the angle of his body. Every time he moves, he adjusts the angle of the other person's line of sight, entering the blind spot of other people's line of sight, so that people can see clearly. Scanned his area but couldn't see him.

This kind of ability sounds absurd, but it is actually a kind of research on the refraction of light. In the Great Wilderness, it is a legendary secret skill.

Jing Hengbo saw that everyone was returning to their positions, and the inner and outer peace had returned to normal, so he felt relieved and retreated into Gong Yin's palace.

She was not in a hurry to enter the main hall, she leaned against the stone wall, looked at Gong Yin questioningly, and said with a smile: "The man drove away, and the assassin died too, I just feel a little strange."

She told Gong Yin the doubts in her heart, and Gong Yin frowned, "Zhaoming Office?"

"Yes." Jing Hengbo guarded the door of the bedroom, and did not follow the Zhaoming Office on the other side of the palace road, nor did he know the last sentence the assassin yelled when he broke into the office. He just had a strange intuition, and said, "I saw him go I went in that direction. By the way, the Lighting Office is so close to Jingting, and Yeluqi is still closed, is it reliable?"

"The security of the Zhaoming Office is no less than that of Jingting, and during the investigation of any officials, people in the Zhaoming Office are not allowed to enter or leave. Normally there should be no problem."

"That's not right." Jing Hengbo, who was about to move forward, stopped, "I clearly saw officials coming in and out."

"What?" Gong Yin narrowed his eyes.

"That man is so strange," Jing Hengbo said with a smile, "Walking with both hands on his lower back, as if he had just been hit by a board..."

Gong Yin raised his eyebrows suddenly.

"Are you sure it's an official from the Lighting Office?"

"Well, they came out of the office and wore the official uniform of the office."

"Come out at this time?"

"Um."

"Are you hurt?"

"Um."

Gong Yin's face slowly changed.

"The assassin went to the Zhaoming Office just now?"

"should be."

"Hengbo!" Gong Yin yelled suddenly, Jing Hengbo jumped in shock—she had never heard Gong Yin make such a loud voice, and she had never heard him call her name.

"Get out of the way!" Another yell reached her eardrums, Jing Hengbo threw himself on the ground without thinking about it.

When she jumped, she was praying that there should be no gravel in the ground, so vigorously...

The thought hadn't crossed my mind, just as my body touched the ground, there was a slight "cha" sound, and I got up behind me.

Like a poisonous snake spitting out a letter, like lightning passing through a gap, a slender, silky light flashed slightly, penetrating the space behind the door.

When Jing Hengbo heard this sound, he felt the cool wind behind him, and the hairs all over his body stood on end.

The door is open!

The moment someone opened the door, a sword flashed!

She was leaning against the door just now, if she hadn't fallen down, the sword would have pierced her vest!

The visitor couldn't be sure whether there was anyone behind the door, but he immediately drew his sword the moment the door was opened, which showed that he was cruel, cautious and quick, and he was absolutely a first-class assassin!

Jing Hengbo looked up and saw the snow-white ground of the main hall, reflecting a floating shadow like smoke, a cold light flashed and flashed, it was the opponent's weapon.

As soon as the sky was bright and then dark, the door was closed, and the guards who had heard the movement were shut out of the door.

Jing Hengbo was shocked - once the door was closed, no one could open it, and only she and the immobile Gong Yin were left in the hall to deal with this vicious assassin!

How did this guy know the password?

There is wind overhead!

The assassin missed with his sword, and saw someone underground, so he immediately stabbed down hard!

When Jing Hengbo saw Jian Guang, he had already rolled over and rolled out.

With a crack, a corner of her clothes was cut off by the sword light and shattered silently.

She rolled over, "Crack." Another sound, a sword light slashed fiercely at her side, only an inch away from the tip of her nose.

Jing Hengbo was startled into a cold sweat, and Gu Lulu rolled out again. Just as she was about to struggle to get up, the sword flashed like rain above her head, so she had to roll over and over, struggling embarrassingly in the rain of swords.

She rolled around on the ground and cursed secretly, why didn't this **** assassin go after his target Gong Yin, why was he staring at her? Thinking about it like this, I suddenly felt something was wrong—why did the dense wind sound above my head disappear?

Looking up, the sword light all over his head suddenly dissipated. The sword light just now was not a real shadow at all, but an illusion!

Looking up again, the assassin had already approached Gong Yin's couch!

Jing Hengbo suddenly jumped up, and before he had time to move, he saw the assassin in mid-air, with a black line in his hand flashing towards Gong Yin's chest.

Too fast to catch.

Jing Hengbo wanted to scream, swear, and close his eyes, not daring to see the blood splattered in the next moment. The hand moved involuntarily.

"go!"

With a clang, the brass candlestick fell and hit the sword. The sword body tilted, and at the same time Gong Yin raised his head and moved half a foot, the sword light swept past his throat, and hit the curtains behind the bed.

The smoky assassin let out a "huh" and moved his hand, and the black silk-like strange sword retreated like a snake, stained with some fine white silk flocks on the curtain. There was only a slight shake in the air, and suddenly it cut across Gong Yin's neck.

This hand is so light that it does not contain any fireworks, it is actually the ultimate volley Yujian!

But at this time, Jing Hengbo's backhand also arrived, and she didn't have time to get up, lying on the ground and waving her hands, silently, smashing, smashing, smashing!

There was a sound of ping-pong-pong, and the candlesticks on the four walls fell one after another, hitting the assassin indiscriminately. Although not all of them hit the assassin and his sword, they disturbed him to some extent. A lampstand rolled on the ground a few times, the sparks were not extinguished, and splashed on the corner of the assassin's clothes, and suddenly a line of fire flashed and extended.

The assassin's sleeve, which used Qi to control the sword, pressed down, the strong wind rushed past, all the sparks were extinguished, and the sword's trajectory was suddenly distorted. Gong Yin raised his sleeve slightly, and the tip of the sword barely passed his chest. Penetrating through the curtains on both sides, a strand of fine white silk flocks was brought up again.

With a wave of the assassin's sleeve, the sword turned gracefully and strangely, piercing the curtain, appearing like a ghost above Gong Yin's head, and stabbing down like lightning.

Jing Hengbo lay there, swung one hand fiercely, a candlestick kicked away by the assassin backed up in mid-air, hit the hilt of the sword, the tip of the sword brushed Gong Yin's hair, a few strands of black hair scattered in the air, and a few more strands The fine white silk was hung on the sword body leisurely.

Everything was just a flash of light, and in a flash, three swords in a row failed, and the assassin laughed back in anger. He swayed, and swept up like light smoke, bypassing the trajectory of all the lampstands landing, flashing and flashing, approaching in person Gong Yin.

At the same time, Gong Yin said anxiously: "Hengbo, get out!"

Jing Hengbo had just gotten up at this moment, panting with his back against the door, secretly cursing Gong Yin's bedroom for its simple decoration, nothing, and the candlesticks would be gone after being smashed.

Hearing Gong Yin's words, she smiled and said, "Okay." She immediately turned and opened the door.

The next moment she appeared behind the assassin, stabbing his vest with a knife, "Go to hell!"

At this moment, the assassin swayed, turning into a puff of black smoke that seemed to be substantive but not substantive, and rushed towards Gong Yin. Jing Hengbo saw his knife piercing into the empty space.

She reacted quickly, throwing the knife with her hand, and flung herself on the bed with open arms. Just hugging Gong Yin's waist.

At this moment, she felt as if she had broken into a dark cloud, and there was a heavy stench above her head, which was cold and gloomy, as if a wild beast was about to poke its cold nose, and the next moment would send her into the sharp teeth of death.

Jing Hengbo didn't have time to think about anything, he dragged Gong Yin with all his strength, then turned around, "Let's go!"

Her body shook, her feet fell to the ground, and the tip of her nose touched something cold again. When she opened her eyes, her eyes were filled with white flowers, and her breath was cool.

Jing Hengbo was at a loss for a moment—where did he teleport this time? Shouldn't it be dark outside?

Then she seemed to hear Gong Yin nonchalantly laughing.

As soon as Jing Hengbo lowered his head, he saw the familiar white stone ground shining brightly.

At the edge of sight, there is also a pair of black boots.

Her mind exploded.

Nima, it only moved to the door! The assassin is waiting here!

It really doesn't work to bring a personal teleportation! It was especially bad in this weird hall, the teleport distance with Sister Cui was shorter than last time, and I couldn't get out of the door.

Jing Hengbo grabbed Gong Yin and wanted to run again, at worst, he just walked around in this hall and forgot! Anyway, Gong Yin should have notified his subordinates.

The black filament-like sword coldly approached the tip of her nose.

Jing Hengbo looked up at the sword, even if he didn't know martial arts, he could tell that the sword was too close, as long as she moved, it would be enough to pierce her and Gong Yin into a transparent hole.

The candlesticks were all extinguished, and only the natural twilight of Baishi remained in the hall. She vaguely felt that something was wrong with the sword, but she couldn't see it.

She still maintained the posture of tightly hugging Gong Yin's waist, and forgot to let go under the tension. Of course, the person who was hugged didn't remind her to let go, and even one hand covered the back of her hand intentionally or unintentionally. superior.

Jing Hengbo was only calculating the time in his mind, Gong Yin said that he could return to normal at midnight, but now there is at least an hour before midnight, can she deal with this particularly ghostly and powerful assassin for an hour?

She looked outside anxiously, why did Meng Hu and the others still think of a way to come in?

"They can't get in." The assassin said suddenly, his body was covered with black smoke, and his voice was like smoke, "I have already cut off your signal golden wire." He seemed to laugh a little mockingly, "Of course, this is also thanks to Master You Guoshi's special caution. The door can be opened from the inside, but it cannot be violently entered from the outside. So, don't count on the guards to rescue you."

Jing Hengbo's eyes flickered, and he scolded the great **** for being too cautious for hurting himself. Suddenly he felt itchy in his palms, and when he looked carefully... Gong Yin seemed to be writing?

Ouch, write.

She can recognize characters, but after using the computer for a long time, she is only used to computer characters. If she really wants to write by herself, she will forget the characters, let alone figure out the characters written in the palm of others.

She just felt itchy and wanted to laugh. What did this **** write? Give a palm writing hint to such a child prodigy? Is it really appropriate to be so tall?

Ouch, what is the word?