Xiao Lingyue stared at the scorched blackness on the Buddhist altar for two seconds, and then found the bodies of the two assassins and a torn dragon robe along the blood stains on the ground.
She felt slightly relieved.
It seems that Emperor Zhaoming did encounter an assassin, but he was not without the power to fight back.
Find someone quickly, maybe there can be help...
At this moment, a messy collision sound came from the direction of the ear chamber.
Xiao Lingyue's eyes flashed and she immediately rushed over.
The ear room is connected to the main hall, and there is no door in the middle. It is a place dedicated to worshiping spiritual tablets and everlasting lanterns.
However, now, the wooden shelves around the ear room have been knocked over, and the room is in a mess. Various spiritual tablets and oil lamps have been overturned on the floor, which is wet and slippery.
As soon as Xiao Lingyue rushed in, she saw an old man wearing a dragon robe and half covered in blood staggering out from behind the overturned wooden frame. He was holding something tightly in his arms, and the hair crown on his head was broken.
, gray hair hanging down messily.
A majestic and familiar face glowed with an ominous dark purple color.
Apparently he was poisoned.
"His Majesty!"
Xiao Lingyue shouted and rushed over immediately.
When Emperor Zhaoming heard the sound, he instinctively raised his head and his movements couldn't help but slow down for a moment.
At the same time, a strong assassin in black jumped up from behind the wooden frame, raised the blade high in his hand, and used the force of his fall to slash at Emperor Zhaoming's head!
Xiao Lingyue's pupils shrank!
The assassin was too close to Emperor Zhaoming, and it was too late to rush over at this time.
Once struck by the blade, you will be killed instantly!
At this critical moment, Xiao Lingyue was not allowed to think too much. She instinctively grabbed the long knife and swung it forward, shouting: "Your Majesty, lie down!"
Emperor Zhaoming also personally led troops on the battlefield when he was young. He was not the kind of pampered and weak Emperor Wen. Otherwise, he would not have been able to deal with assassins alone for so long without anyone's protection.
Although the situation looked very bad, at least he was still alive until someone came to save him.
Upon hearing the shouts, Emperor Zhaoming's body reacted faster than his mind, and he lay down on the spot without hesitation and rolled away.
The posture is awkward, but very effective.
The long knife rushed over like a broken bamboo, passed over his body, and pierced the assassin in mid-air. It still continued unabated, driving the assassin's body into the wall and nailing him firmly in mid-air.
"Ding Dong..." The long knife in the assassin's hand fell to the ground,
The assassin's eyes widened and he stared at Emperor Zhaoming on the ground. Blood flowed from his seven orifices, and he convulsed and died.
All the dust has settled.
Xiao Lingyue exhaled immediately, only to realize that she had been holding her breath and her lungs were about to explode.
She hurriedly walked towards Emperor Zhaoming, knelt down and helped him up: "Your Majesty, are you okay?"
Emperor Zhaoming's hair was disheveled, his body was covered in blood, his face was black and blue, his breathing was rapid, and he had almost only half a life left.
Only then did Xiao Lingyue see clearly that the thing he had been holding in his arms turned out to be the late queen's spiritual tablet.
The spiritual position was obviously well protected and there was no bump at all.
In contrast, Emperor Zhaoming's right arm and half of his shoulder, which was protecting the spiritual throne, were covered with black blood. The blood soaked into the dragon robe, but no obvious wounds could be seen.
"Your Majesty, I'm offended."
Xiao Lingyue knew something was wrong, so she supported Emperor Zhaoming, opened his clothes and took a look, and felt a thump in his heart.
I saw that the skin of Emperor Zhaoming's arms and shoulders had turned a highly toxic purple-black color, spreading towards his heart. It was covered with dense holes, and poisonous needles as thin as cow hair had penetrated deep into the flesh. Popular "