In the Buddhist hall.
The sweeping monk raised his empty hand, and Murong Fu was dragged up and sat cross-legged.
"Killing you now is like picking something out of a bag, but if you die, my disciple will definitely turn into hatred and take revenge on the Song Dynasty in the future."
"When war breaks out again, people are displaced and lives are lost. Isn't it my fault?"
The sweeping monk murmured to himself, finally sighed, and hit Murong Fu on the back of the heart with his palm.
The dagger inserted into Murong Fu's heart was immediately forced out of his body, and blood spurted out.
The sweeping monk pressed his fingers several times on his body, and the wound immediately stopped bleeding, and Zhongzheng's peaceful internal energy surged into Murong Fu's body.
If Wang Yuyan and Duan Yu were here, they would definitely find that the internal power of the sweeping monk is actually the internal power of the Shaolin Yi Jin Jing.
When the internal energy of the sweeping monk entered Murong Fu's body, the Beiming Qi in his Dantian began to absorb the internal energy of the sweeping monk on its own.
"It's just greedy..." ?.?????.ℂ??
The sweeping monk allowed Beiming's zhenqi to absorb his inner strength, but Murong Fu's zhenqi was too overbearing. After a while, even he couldn't hold it any longer.
Just when his internal energy was about to be exhausted, Murong Fu finally regained consciousness and restrained his skills in time, so that the foundation of the sweeping monk was not damaged.
Murong Fu had no time to chat with him, so he immediately hugged Yuan Shouyi and began to recover his energy.
It was not until dawn the next day that he managed to stabilize his injuries. After all, the dog eunuch's knife stabbed him too deeply. Murong Fu almost failed to protect his heart. In order to perform this scene, he was willing to risk everything. life.
As he slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air, the sweeping monk on the side also stopped his work and looked at him.
Murong Fu smiled proudly and said, "Old monk, I almost sucked you in and fucked you!"
The sweeping monk looked at him quietly, not wanting to express his opinion.
Murong Fu originally had no grudges against the sweeping monk, but since he learned that he taught Duan Yu his skills, his grudges have deepened, and he will naturally not miss every opportunity to attack him.
"Back then, I was so blind that I passed my martial arts skills to Duan Yu. Now that my skills are hard to reach its peak, you should be asking for trouble!"
The more Murong Fu talked, the more proud he became, almost laughing out loud.
"Have you ever fought?"
The sweeping monk said with some surprise.
"not yet!"
Murong Fu put away his smile.
"It seems there is still something wrong..."
"You don't have to remember today's feelings. Just treat it as something I owe you."
The sweeping monk sighed helplessly.
Murong Fu said, "Even if you are fair, if I couldn't kill you, and because of the close relationship between you and me, I would never be polite to you."
He is not someone who can pretend that nothing happened after someone plots against him.
The sweeping monk shook his head and asked, "It's just a show, why really push yourself into a desperate situation?"
The implication was that he was blaming him for wasting his energy.
Murong Fu's eyes gradually turned to self-blame and he said, "In order not to let someone down!"
For her, Murong Fu could only weave lies one by one into reality. When everything came true, she believed it, maybe even herself!
The sweeping monk didn't know much about love between men and women, and he didn't want to discuss too much about what had happened. He asked, "When will you leave Bianjing?"
"Leave immediately, don't stay!"
"For the next thing, I'll ask you, old monk, to help me act!"
As he spoke, Murong Fu adjusted his breathing and pretended to be seriously injured and on the verge of death, relaxing his shoulders and lowering his head.
At this time, the two assassins sent to assassinate him had already been taken away to confess their crimes. Once Murong Fu left the capital, they would be used as support for public opinion at the appropriate time.
Xiao Qi and Murong Chengze stayed outside the house all night. After hearing the sweeper's voice, they immediately walked in.
"Master, my father..."
Murong Chengze asked with red eyes.
"The remaining poison in the body has been eliminated, but there is a fatal injury. The situation is not optimistic."
The sweeping monk said calmly.
When Xiao Qi heard this, her red and swollen eyes shed tears again, and she suddenly felt very helpless.
At this time, Deng Baichuan on the side said, "The top priority is to leave Bianjing as soon as possible. Since the person behind the scenes is the palace man, if we don't leave now, I'm afraid he won't be able to leave after he reacts!"
Xiaoqi also woke up and decided to leave Bianjing immediately.
Deng Baichuan had already ordered someone to prepare the carriage. Several people left through the back door, got on the carriage, and fled straight out of the city.
Just as they were leaving, people from the Imperial City Division also broke into Prince Yan's palace, ostensibly to inquire about last night's assassination, but in fact they were ordered by officials to find out whether Murong Fu was still alive.
After seeing that all three members of King Yan's family had disappeared except for a group of servants in the mansion, the people from the Imperial City Department immediately went to seal the city gate with the Holy Emperor's instructions.
However, when they arrived, Murong Fu and others had already left the city in a carriage without a trace.
As Murong returned to the city, the news about the assassination of King Yan in the Changchun Palace last night also spread completely in the city. Even the details of the poisonous wine given by the officials were revealed by people who were interested and became known to the people.
This matter was not suppressed by the ministers in the court, so Huizong soon learned that rumors were spreading in the capital, all of which were unfavorable to him.
"You bastard, who spread the news last night? Who is it?"
Huizong looked at the several court ministers standing behind him, kicked over the incense burner in anger, and asked.
The several ministers were so frightened that no one dared to speak and lowered their heads one after another.
At this time, Cui Xiangxian, the imperial envoy, came in sweating profusely and told the news anxiously that the three members of King Yan's family had disappeared.
Huizong's expression suddenly changed, even showing a hint of panic.
He waved away several ministers and called Cui Xiangxian to the inner hall to ask, "What does it mean to disappear?"
"When my subordinates sent people to Prince Yan's Mansion, they found that Prince Yan, Princess Yan and the Crown Prince had long since disappeared. In the end, only a large amount of blood stains were found in the Buddhist hall in the backyard. Judging from the situation, it should have been left by Prince Yan. From the solidification of the blood stains Judging from the extent, Prince Yan should still be in the mansion before the third watch."
Cui Xiang first revealed the clues analyzed by his men.
Huizong looked ugly and said, "The curfew was only opened after the fifth watch. Does that mean that King Yan is either still in the city, or he left the city as soon as the curfew was lifted?"
Speaking of this, he looked at Cui Xiangxian with an evil look.
Cui Xiangxian's heart was pounding and he said hurriedly, "Don't worry, officials. The ministers have ordered people to close the city gate and start searching the city for King Yan's whereabouts. As long as King Yan is still in the city, our Imperial City Secretary will be able to find him again."
After hearing this, Huizong was furious and kicked him to the ground, yelling angrily, "Idiot, you idiot, do you really want to cause trouble in the city and everyone will know about it?"
"Do you think Murong Fu will stay in the capital like you idiots?"
Only then did Cui Xiangxian understand. He hurriedly knelt on the ground and said, "Weichen understands. Weichen will send people to guard the passes leading to Yanbei and strictly investigate the whereabouts of King Yan."
"What are you doing standing still? Why don't you go quickly?"
Huizong was so angry that he was extremely frightened. He felt quite uneasy about letting the tiger go back to the mountain.
