Chapter 34 Catch the assassin! Catch the assassin!

Jiang Lingzhou stood obediently by the door, his hand hanging on the door frame frozen in midair. He looked back blankly. Under the candlelight, the bride's phoenix coronet and bridal robe reflected the brilliance, but it made the anger between her eyebrows more obvious.

"Outside are all maids on night watch. You just go out so openly. Others will only think that the newlyweds are not harmonious on the first night of marriage. Where can I put my face?" Song Ci said reasonably.

Jiang Lingzhou's ears were hot, and he realized that he had not thought it through. He hurriedly withdrew his hand and stammered: "Then... Then I will sleep on the floor..."

Before he finished speaking, he strode towards the sandalwood wardrobe to get the bedding.

"Wait!" Seeing this person move so quickly, Song Ci stood up anxiously, and the heavy wedding dress rustled with his movements.

"Have you got your head in a pigsty? According to the rules, the matchmaker will knock on our door on the second day of our wedding. Do you want to be seen sleeping in separate rooms and criticized by others?" Song Ci was so angry at the idiot in front of him that his cheeks puffed up like a little pufferfish.

Jiang Lingzhou, who was usually cool and smart, seemed to be possessed tonight, stupid and dumb. His eyes were erratic like a child who had made a mistake, and he stood there at a loss, not knowing what to do.

Song Ci sighed helplessly. Then he turned to the bronze mirror and took off his red hairpin. Looking at the man standing there through the mirror, he said, "Are you going to stand there forever if you don't want to wash up?"

Jiang Lingzhou immediately understood and took action.

When Jiang Lingzhou came back from the bath, the beauty in the brocade tent was lying with her back to the outside. Half of the big red mandarin duck quilt was deliberately left empty. Jiang Lingzhou took a deep breath, rubbed the sweat from his palms, and gently got into the bed, but deliberately kept a distance from the beautiful figure. The faint scent of the girl's powder lingered on his nose, and the heat under him only increased, so he had to keep moving towards the edge of the bed.

Song Ci listened to the rustling sound behind him, and her heart beat like a drum. She tightly grasped the collar of her chest, fearing that the violent heartbeat would reveal her thoughts. It has been

a long time since she saw him again. In the past, Jiang Lingzhou was a sloppy gangster, but now he has a more heroic demeanor of a man, which makes her feel a little more inexplicable expectations in her heart.

The red candle has run out of tears, and the east is already white. The two did not sleep all night.

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Although Ye Wanwan has compiled countless storybooks, she used to think that the characters in her works were cold tools, just tools to help immortals and gods go through tribulations. But now, after three years of real experience in the mortal world, I found that the mortals in my writing are flesh and blood, they are alive, and they have their own life trajectories that are out of the setting.

"All palaces are to be locked immediately! No one is allowed to enter or leave without an imperial edict!" The command of the commander of the imperial guards cut through the night sky and echoed in the vast imperial palace. But it is not yet the hour of Xu, and it is far from the time to lock the palace gates. Such an urgent closure of the palace gates seems to have happened.

Ye Wanwan was still practicing Qi Guo's calligraphy under the candlelight. When she heard the sound, she looked up and saw Yun Ting running into the study in a panic.

"Miss, I see the guards outside searching around the palace, as if they are looking for something."

Ye Wanwan recalled the Tribulation Book when she heard this. It's just that she has been in the mortal world for too long and almost forgot the story she wrote down. She vaguely remembered that it should be...

an assassin!

She just remembered that a black shadow suddenly jumped out from nowhere. The cold blade touched the delicate skin of Ye Wanwan's neck, and blood slowly slid down the silver blade.

Yun Ting was about to call for help, but the masked man pinched Ye Wanwan's arm and whispered: "If you call for help, or take a step out of this room, your lady will die."

The masked man's hoarse threat made Yun Ting's scream stuck in her throat and turned into a weak whimper.

"Brother... Young man... Young master... If you have something to say, you can talk to me."

Ye Wanwan couldn't help but complain in her heart: As expected of the heroine, she will come to me for any "good things".

The masked man did not answer, but coughed a few times and seemed to be seriously injured, but he still did not put down the dagger in his hand. Instead, he threatened with anger: "If you dare to make a sound again, I will take your head now."

Ye Wanwan kept silent wisely. The footsteps and noise outside the hall were constantly piercing at this time.

The masked man held on for a while, but finally fell to the ground powerlessly. Seeing this, Yun Ting wanted to go out and call for help, but this time she was stopped by her young lady.

"Young lady, this..."

"Yun Ting, you go and guard the door, and no one else will notice anything unusual." Yun Ting looked at the young lady's serious expression and had to obey her order to guard the door.

At this time, there was only a man who fainted on the ground and a girl in gorgeous clothes beside him who was looking at him carefully.

Ye Wanwan took off his mask, revealing a clear and bright boy's face.

He looks pretty good...

This man was dressed in black, with a high braid on his head, and his angular features were clear. He looked like he was only sixteen or seventeen years old.

She patted the boy's cheek lightly, and the man did not respond. She moved her eyes down and saw a large piece of bright red blood on his abdomen. It seemed that he had fainted from excessive blood loss due to the stab wound.

Ye Wanwan checked his breath and didn't expect that he was still alive after such a serious injury. He was indeed an important figure in her writing who pushed Qi Youan to revenge.

He is Song Zhixiao. His parents were killed by Qi Li, so he hated him to the core. He attacked the palace tonight to assassinate him. Unfortunately, he was young and frivolous, and was stabbed by Qi Li's guards. He fled everywhere and happened to come to Ye Wanwan's palace and was rescued by him. In the future, he became Qi Youan's right-hand man by chance.

No wonder she was inexplicably scratched by the scissors

on the dressing table a few days ago. It turned out that she was waiting for him. Ye Wanwan found the ointment that was applied to the wound under the dressing table, and then gently pulled open the lapel that had been attached to his belly, revealing the hideous wound on his abdomen, which seemed to be scratched by a sharp sword. With his weak breathing, blood was still slowly oozing out.

Ye Wanwan mercilessly sprinkled all the gold wound powder on Song Zhixiao's wound. The sharp pain made the boy sober up. He opened his eyes vaguely and saw the concubine in front of him.

Song Zhixiao thought Ye Wanwan wanted to take the opportunity to kill her, and tried his best to pull out the sword beside him, but the unbearable pain made him unable to use any strength at all, and he could only turn into a fish on the chopping board to be slaughtered.

"Don't move, I'm saving you."

Song Zhixiao snorted coldly, and said with disdain: "You? You can kill me or cut me up, don't talk nonsense." His breath was weak, but he was still full of arrogance.

Seeing that he was so ungrateful, Ye Wanwan pressed hard on his wound. The sudden pain made Song Zhixiao arch his body, and cold sweat instantly penetrated his temples.

"Don't be so ungrateful, if it weren't for me, you would have died long ago." Ye Wanwan choked back.

"Miss, the guards are searching the palaces one by one, and now they have arrived at the front yard of our palace." Yun Ting came to report in a panic.

Ye Wanwan's eyes flashed, and after looking around, she immediately thought of a good idea.

"Hurry, come with me and drag him into the closet."

"Miss, let's stop shielding this man of unknown origin." Yun Ting stamped her feet anxiously, but seeing that the young lady was determined to drag him up, she chose to obey.

Ye Wanwan folded the seven-foot man behind her clothes, and then gently said to him, "Don't make a sound." Then she hid him completely in the darkness.

"I pay my respects to Madam Ye Fei. I hope you will forgive me for coming here rashly today." Looking at the guards holding swords in front of him, Ye Wanwan returned to his usual cold and aloof appearance.

She slowly returned to the table, took a sip of cold tea, and said calmly: "What's the matter?"

"To be honest with you, there is an assassin who is now escaping from the palace. The emperor is worried about your safety, so he ordered me to investigate."

"Assassin!" Ye Wanwan pretended to be panicked, and the teacup fell to the ground in fear, and the splashed tea wet the corners of her clothes.

"Please rest assured, your majesty, we will stay outside the palace tonight. If there is any danger, we will swear to protect you to the death."

Ye Wanwan nodded slightly and calmed down: "Then you can go out if you are fine."

"It's just..." The chief guard hesitated and said, "There seems to be a smell of blood in your study." He sniffed again and confirmed his suspicion.

Ye Wanwan didn't expect that this guard had a dog nose. His heart beat like a drum and his brain was running fast like a gyroscope.

What should I do? What should I do? Seeing the guards getting ready to make a move, Ye Wanwan was thinking about what excuse to use to prevaricate.

In a hurry, she had to cut the old wound that had not yet healed under her sleeve again, and then stretched out her right arm to show the bloody cut: "Did you see it clearly?"

The guard only took a glance and dared not look any more. He quickly lowered his head to apologize and left the door.

After the people walked away, Ye Wanwan was able to drag Song Zhixiao out.

"Why did you save me?" Song Zhixiao saw that the woman in front of him was sincere in saving him, and his attitude softened a lot.

"You can't take care of yourself, why are you talking so much nonsense." Ye Wanwan was busy applying the medicine and was too lazy to mediate with him.

"No matter what, today I owe you a life, tomorrow..." Before he finished speaking, he seemed to see something, and a terrifying light burst out of his eyes. He suddenly raised his hand and grabbed the wooden sign on Ye Wanwan's waist, and asked excitedly: "Why do you have this wooden sign? Are you a member of the Song family?"

Ye Wanwan was not surprised to see his expression, but was extremely calm. She leaned close to Song Zhixiao's ear and said: "I will only say this once. My name is Ye Wanwan, a Rong countryman. This wooden sign was given to me by a good friend of the Song family, so that I can find her relatives in Qi country when I am in trouble. Do you understand?"

Song Zhixiao was stunned for a moment, and suddenly realized: "So you are a Rong countryman, no wonder your accent is so strange."

"Believe it or not, I will throw you out now." Although Ye Wanwan threatened with gritted teeth, Song Zhixiao's expression was obviously unconvinced. He lived in Rong country when he was a child, and knowing Ye Wanwan's identity would make him feel like meeting a fellow countryman.

"My name is Song Zhixiao. You can make our Song family hand over the wooden sign, which shows that you are not the same kind of person as that dog emperor. I will repay you with my life tomorrow."

"You should save your life first." Ye Wanwan was so helpless that she laughed at the words of this young man.