When Ji Lingxiao listened to Ji Wanrong's words and rushed to the emperor's side, he looked up and saw this scene.
Several assassins jumped up from the desk behind the emperor and attacked fiercely towards the emperor's back.
What's even more frightening is that the guards were stabbed in the heart by the assassin's sword before they could even react.
"Your Majesty! Be careful!"
Ji Lingxiao yelled.
Ji Lingxiao's voice made the emperor startle and react.
It turns out that their target is themselves!
Everyone present was shocked, and Mo Jiecheng's face turned livid.
This move caused the emperor to send out all the guards around him in order to protect the queen mother, empress and Ji Wanrong. However, he did not expect that the assassin actually killed a carbine!
The emperor turned around suddenly and saw the black assassin.
It's too late!
The assassin's long sword was striking towards his own facade, as fast as a gust of wind.
And the guards around him were falling down one by one.
The emperor's eyes suddenly shrank. He never thought that today's Mid-Autumn Festival family banquet would actually be the day of his death!
Everyone who was fighting in the palace saw this situation and rushed to the emperor's side without hesitation.
But Ji Lingxiao was faster. He made a desperate leap and protected the emperor under him.
The assassin's long sword shifted and hit Ji Lingxiao's shoulder, making him groan deeply, and blood seeped out of Ji Lingxiao's shoulder quickly.
The emperor who was being protected could even clearly smell the smell of blood on Ji Lingxiao's body.
But the injured Ji Lingxiao did not fall to the ground like this. He quickly stood up and protected the emperor behind him.
He held two long swords in both hands and launched an attack on the crowd of assassins without fear, holding out the sword flowers with both hands.
The long-term disability made his arms much stronger than ordinary people. No one expected that Ji Lingxiao, who was originally known as the "Confucian General" on the battlefield and never saw blood in his killings.
The moves at this moment were completely different from those before. He was almost fighting one against a hundred, sealing his throat with blood. The long swords in his hands ruthlessly shattered the assassin's neck.
There seemed to be a smile on his expressionless face, but the terrifying aura surrounding him made people feel like they were in hell.
The emperor is the emperor. Even though he had just faced death, he quickly calmed down at this moment.
The other princes and guards in the hall quickly arrived, tightly surrounding the emperor in the center, and began to support Ji Lingxiao who killed the assassin.
He took a deep breath, held Eunuch Gao's hand and climbed up from the ground.
He squinted his eyes, and the bright red blood on Ji Lingxiao's shoulder stopped his eyes for a moment, and then he turned around and looked at the main hall.
At this moment, the main hall seemed to be stained red with blood. The main hall that had just been singing and dancing seemed to have become a purgatory on earth, with countless corpses lying in a pool of blood.
Fortunately, there were not many assassins left, and the royal guards in the palace quickly arrived to completely eliminate the remaining assassins.
The crisis finally passed. Everyone who survived in the hall looked at the imperial guards dragging the corpses out of the hall one by one, with lingering fears and pale faces.
Mo Jiecheng threw the long sword tightly in his hand to the ground, his wrist was still a little sore, his face was gloomy, and his heart was full of thoughts.
What is the purpose of this assassin?
"Leave those who are not dead alive for me. I must investigate this matter thoroughly!" The emperor's face was both cold and solemn.
He almost encountered danger for his life in the palace, which was a great shame and humiliation for him.
Ji Wanrong listened to the emperor's words and slowly walked to the corpse of the assassin whose clothes had just been torn by Mo Jiecheng.
At this moment, his body has not been dragged away, and he is looking at the world with an angry look.
Ji Wanrong slowly knelt down and carefully observed the tattoo on his chest. He dipped his fingers into the blood on the ground and rubbed the tattoo on the material of his sleeve.
The arrangement and combination of lines on the tattoo are very messy, as if they were randomly drawn on it, perhaps some kind of text.
Imperial doctors came to treat the injured one after another. Concubine Hua took advantage of the opportunity and quickly asked Ji Wanrong to treat the Mongolian prince.
The Mongolian prince had completely fainted at this moment.
The injured part was at the tail vertebra. Ji Wanrong was a little embarrassed at the moment, so she called Dr. Sun from far away, took off Prince Mongolia's pants, and examined Prince Mongolia's tail vertebra.
In the end, it was discovered that the tail vertebrae were fractured. There was no cure. The only way was to prescribe some medicine to promote recovery and let him lie on the bed to recuperate.
After all, this was his own fault.
After Ji Wanrong had arranged things here, he heard the emperor's faint voice again.
"Today's banquet was hosted by Concubine Hua. In any case, this is Concubine Hua's dereliction of duty. According to my order, Concubine Hua's right to co-manage the Sixth Palace is revoked."
As the emperor spoke, he glanced around Mojiecheng, Prince Duan, and Prince Ping with his majestic gaze, and then spoke again.
"As for Jun Feng, stop traveling around. What happened today is about Guan Beili's safety and the negligence of your brothers. In that case, it's up to you to investigate this matter."
The emperor's tone had changed a lot from just now.
No matter whether it is Mo Jiecheng, Duan Wang or Ping Wang who investigates this matter, it is a matter that affects the whole body, and intrigues are inevitable.
As for the repeated assassinations in Mojie City, even after such a long time, there was still no clue, which greatly disappointed the emperor.
So he decided to appoint Mo Junfeng, who had never had any ambitions and liked to travel, to investigate, and personally handed him some of his power, which could be regarded as a warning to others.
As soon as the emperor said these words, the expressions of everyone present changed.
Concubine Hua knelt down with a pale face, and all the princes also knelt down and confessed their guilt.
The emperor changed his majestic look and calmly asked everyone to stand up, then turned his gaze in the direction of Ji Lingxiao.
"Just now, Ji Aiqing did a great job in saving my life. I am very relieved. What reward do you want? I can agree to it now."
Ji Lingxiao's face was pale at the moment. In addition to his shoulders, he also suffered various injuries in other places. The blood flowed down the corners of his clothes and fell into the carpet at his feet drop by drop.
When everyone heard this, they all cast envious glances at Ji Lingxiao.
Jun Wu joked that by saying such words in front of everyone, the emperor admired Ji Lingxiao very much. As long as Ji Lingxiao said a few nice words and put forward a condition that would not make the emperor unhappy.
For example, returning to the military camp and being loyal to the country.
I'm afraid the future will be bright.
But Ji Lingxiao was slightly startled.
He pursed his lips slightly, as if he knew what he wanted without thinking.
He walked up to the emperor and saluted him upright, with a solemn look on his face.
"Your Majesty, please forgive me for the death penalty. I really have something important to ask of you."
The emperor was a little curious, with a slight smile on his lips: "Oh? Can you answer directly without thinking? Ji Aiqing, you have to think carefully."
Ji Lingxiao's eyes were firm: "No, there's no need to think about it. Wei Chen wants Your Majesty to allow Sister Wei Chen to reconcile with King Han Mo Jie!"
