"Brother Emperor, Qianqian has caused trouble." Xuan Yong looked ugly.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty is in trouble, that attendant has run away." The commander of the Imperial Guard ran over in a hurry.

Emperor Xuan Zhao's face turned cold, "Follow."

Xuan Yong's heart really skipped a beat.

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Meng Fangfei was close, and now only Fu Ronghua and his party were left. Qing He and Qing Liu were holding a lamp in front, and Ruixue held Fu Ronghua's hand and walked steadily.

It was late at night, and the lanterns in the palace were brightly lit, but it didn't seem so dark. When he walked to a small road, he heard faint movement. Fu Ronghua stopped and said, "Li Xun, go check it out."

She was wearing a long cloud-colored dress, and she stood there. Under the dim light, her face was dim, but it was hard to stop her charming appearance.

Hearing Li Xun's low shout, Rui Xue felt a figure flash before her eyes, and Fu Ronghua was held hostage by a man wearing eunuch clothes.

"Don't move," the little eunuch said in a female voice, which was clear, sweet, and extremely pleasant to the ear.

The commander of the Imperial Guard came over and his eyes went dark when he saw this scene, thinking that it was really over now.

Emperor Xuan Zhao walked slowly over. When he saw this scene, his expression instantly condensed into a storm. His cold aura and murderous intent shocked Xuan Yong behind him.

Fu Ronghua didn't know why, but he was still in the mood to think about other things at this time. She was held hostage in the woman's arms and chuckled, "Why did you assassinate her late at night?"

The woman raised her head and revealed a small snow-white face, "I know you are the queen of the day. This is your beloved concubine. If you ask Xuan Yong to let me go, I will let her go. Otherwise, I will kill her."

Got her."

The dagger in her hand was strong, but she didn't want to cut Fu Ronghua's neck. A trace of blood flowed out, which was very conspicuous in the dim light.

"Don't kill our empress. You kidnapped my slave, and I will take you as a hostage. Please." Ruixue knelt on the ground and kowtowed desperately.

Emperor Xuan Zhao's expression was tense. When he saw the blood flowing from Fu Ronghua's fair neck, his murderous intention reached its peak.

Fu Ronghua looked at Ruixue who was kneeling and moved his lips, "Ruixue."

Ruixue burst into tears, "Your Majesty, please save my master, Your Majesty."

The girl probably didn't expect to really hurt Fu Ronghua, and her hands were stiff for a moment. "I, I will do what I said." She raised her head and forced herself not to look at Fu Ronghua.

"Xuan Yong, my patience is limited." Emperor Xuan Zhao took out the bow and arrow from the guard behind him and aimed it at the eyebrow of the woman behind Fu Ronghua.

For a moment, the atmosphere was deadlocked. When Ruixue saw this scene, she collapsed on the ground, her fingers trembling, and tears fell into a ball.

Qingliu and Qinghe were even more frightened, "Your Majesty, Your Majesty, the master is still in the hands of the assassins."

"Brother Imperial!" The arrow shot out, and Xuan Yong subconsciously rushed over, "Qian Qian!"

The sharp arrow shot into the woman's wrist, and the dagger clattered to the ground. Fu Ronghua's body went limp and he fell to the ground.

Emperor Xuan Zhao's pupils shrank, and he quickly stepped forward to catch her.

The guards rushed forward and grabbed the woman. Ruixue got the strength from nowhere and hugged Fu Ronghua, "Master." She cried so hard that her voice became hoarse.

Under the dim sky, Emperor Xuan Zhao saw Fu Ronghua's eyes, which were indifferent and cold, with a bit of ridicule, and then she closed her eyes.
Chapter completed!