The beautiful and powerful minister hooked up with the crazy emperor and couldn't escape

Mo Ling was holding someone in his arms, and his sword had been thrown away, so he was now unarmed.

This group of people had a clear target, which was Mo Ling, so their swords and knives seemed to have eyes and all fell towards where Mo Ling was.

The Qianlong Guards also showed up when those people appeared, and the two sides fought each other.

But those men in black were not ordinary killers. They were not at any disadvantage against the Qianlong Guards. Instead, they forced the Qianlong Guards to retreat again and again.

Mo Ling protected Feng Jiuqing, his face gloomy. These people actually dared to assassinate the emperor in the streets of Kyoto. Who knew who gave them the courage!

Feng Jiuqing huddled in Mo Ling's arms, looking extremely frightened. In his heart, he was complaining that these dozen assassins were not enough for him to practice with.

The person behind the scenes was really interesting. He first arranged for someone to tease him in the alley, then sent a killer to assassinate Mo Ling, and also gave him orders in advance to let him block the knife for Mo Ling. He really arranged a wave of Ming Qing's roles for Ah He.

First, anger Mo Ling, then let him win Mo Ling's favor, and then Ah He can smoothly enter the role of Ming Qing.

These killers didn't look like they were acting. I guess for the sake of authenticity, the person behind the scenes really gave this group of people the order to assassinate Mo Ling.

If he really blocked the knife for Mo Ling, he would probably lose half his life if he didn't die.

He is not stupid. He must have a problem with his brain to block the knife for Mo Ling again.

The number of assassins is twice that of the Qianlong Guards, and each of them is very skilled. They are probably specially trained secret guards. The person behind this is really generous.

The Qianlong Guard was not careful and was torn open by the assassin, and a sharp long knife went straight to Mo Ling's chest.

According to the plot development given by the people behind the scenes, now it is time for Feng Jiuqing to risk his life to take the blame for love.

Mo Ling's pupils trembled, and he retreated backwards holding Feng Jiuqing.

Seeing the wall behind him, Mo Ling had nowhere to retreat. The knife that was originally pointed at Mo Ling's chest also quietly moved down a little. He was held in Mo Ling's arms. If nothing unexpected happened, he would be stabbed through by the long knife.

Feng Jiuqing held Mo Ling's shoulder with one hand, and jumped out of Mo Ling's arms with a little force. At the moment when Mo Ling was stunned, he pushed him away.

The assassin didn't expect Feng Jiuqing to do this, and his stab missed.

And Mo Ling has been pushed back into the protection circle of Qianlongwei by Feng Jiuqing. If he wants to hurt Mo Ling again, it will not be so easy.

Although the master warned them that they needed to give Ah He a chance to save Mo Ling, what the master said and what Ah He did were obviously different.

The killer was slightly confused, but in this situation, he could not afford to hesitate. He turned his long sword and attacked Feng Jiuqing, but compared to before, he had slowed down and let Ah He go.

"Qingqing!"

Mo Ling was held tightly by the Qianlong Guard, otherwise he would have rushed over to deliver the food with his bare hands.

Feng Jiuqing bent down crying and avoided the assassin's long knife.

Although the assassin intended to let him go, if Feng Jiuqing was left unharmed, their assassination efforts would be in vain.

After several consecutive slashes failed to injure Feng Jiuqing, the assassin became serious and his slash speed increased a lot. In Mo Ling's opinion, he would not stop until Feng Jiuqing was killed.

In his haste, he didn't care about too much, and his whole body exuded an aura of not caring about his life, which actually made him snatch the assassin's knife away.

He held the knife and rushed towards where Feng Jiuqing was regardless of anything. Qianlongwei had already retreated to the alley with him, but seeing Mo Ling like this, he could only accept his fate and fight back.

The assassin attacked Feng Jiuqing repeatedly, but Feng Jiuqing was like a slippery loach. Not to mention hurting Feng Jiuqing, he couldn't even touch a hair of Feng Jiuqing.

Every time he was just a little bit away from hurting Feng Jiuqing, the assassin began to suspect that Feng Jiuqing was very skilled in martial arts and was deliberately playing tricks on him.

But looking at the fear in Feng Jiuqing's eyes and his panic when he was dodging, he didn't look like he was very good at martial arts. Could it be all luck?

Maybe so. After all, the master has tried so many people, but only Ah He looks exactly like the dead Ming Qing. Maybe Ah He really has some good luck.

Seeing Mo Ling getting closer and closer to them, the assassin's eyes showed a hint of helplessness, and he repeatedly signaled Feng Jiuqing to run into his blade.

But Feng Jiuqing was crying and looked like he was blind and could not see anything, and he hid very quickly.

Mo Ling was already in front of him, so he had no choice but to give up Feng Jiuqing and attack Mo Ling fiercely.

Feng Jiuqing was happy to watch the show from the sidelines, so he was unwilling to help Mo Ling. If he really did, he would probably lose his disguise.

He didn't want to use Ming Qing's identity to confront Mo Ling. Even if Mo Ling had wronged him, so what? If he used Ming Qing's identity, he would be the one who would suffer in the end.

If he didn't use Ming Qing's identity, he could only use the identity of the Grand Tutor. The Grand Tutor would not suffer any loss against Mo Ling, but he would probably have an extra dog-skin plaster named Mo Ling, which he couldn't get rid of and was annoying just by looking at it.

He didn't intend to have any more disputes with Mo Ling.

"Don't be afraid. I'm here and no one will hurt you." Mo Ling comforted Feng Jiuqing while blocking the assassin's knife.

Thank you, but it's not necessary. If your martial arts skills were a little better, I would believe it.

Fengjiu rolled her eyes quietly behind Mo Ling's back. These were all well-trained assassins. The Qianlong Guards might be able to protect him, but Mo Ling could forget about it.

In just a quarter of an hour, the Qianlong Guards suffered heavy losses, while the assassin did not suffer much damage.

Although this place is not a busy area, it is not far from the street. There has been no noise outside for such a long time. It seems that the person behind the scenes was considerate enough to clear the area for Mo Ling.

We can't go on like this, otherwise Mo Ling will be seriously injured by these assassins. Apart from anything else, the Grand Tutor is in the court now.

Feng Jiuqing didn't want to finish his performance during the day and then have to review memorials for Mo Ling at night, which would be very tiring.

Feng Jiuqing nodded towards the darkness, and the people he was ambushing there rushed in from the alley after a while.

"They are committing crimes in broad daylight in the streets. Is there any law?"

Following the roar, a group of people rushed in and beat the assassin violently.

They were numerous and powerful, and they were trained on the battlefield. Although these assassins were highly skilled in martial arts, they could not withstand the ant bite the elephant.

Feng Jiuqing quietly sat in the corner like a crying mushroom. Seeing that he was no match for the assassin, he began to retreat.

There was a sudden noise behind him, and Feng Jiuqing curled up a smile. He had known that there was an assassin hiding in the dark.

He deliberately retreated this way in order to give the assassin a chance and prevent this group of people from going back to file a complaint.

"careful!"

The long sword reflected the sunlight and stabbed towards Feng Jiuqing coldly.

Feng Jiuqing was thinking and was about to move to avoid the blade, but suddenly he fell into a warm embrace.

"Pfft!"

The man groaned, but his voice was still gentle: "Don't be afraid, I can't hurt you."