Yi Xin as a concubine

"puff!"

"what!"

"Ping!"

The dull sound of the weapon piercing the flesh, the woman's groan of pain, and the sound of the broken sword being knocked down were heard at the same time.

Xin Baoer was awakened by the familiar voice. She opened her eyes suddenly and saw Zhao Xian holding his shoulder with blood flowing from between his fingers. The tip of the sword, which was broken into three sections, was stuck there.

Behind her stood Wei Yu with a solemn look on her face. She got a broken knife from somewhere and stood in front of her and Zhao Xian as a protector.

Not long after, several guards surrounded him. Probably because Wei Yu was holding a knife, they came over and started fighting with Wei Yu without asking any questions.

Although Wei Yu is usually quiet, likes to solve problems with force, and doesn't like to use her brain, it doesn't mean she has no brains. On the contrary, her brain works quite well.

In the current situation, if she really killed these guards, not only her life, but also Zhao Xian and Xin Baoer's lives would all die here.

After a brief thought, Wei Yu decided to hide his weakness. However, there were too many guards and his arms and legs were injured in a short while. The three of them were surrounded together.

Xin Baoer was no longer afraid at this moment. She hurriedly pulled off the veil that was in the way. She tore it a few times with her hands, but found that she couldn't tear it off. So, under the vigilant eyes of the guards, she picked up the broken sword on the ground, and without caring about her injured hand, she used her sleeve to pad the sword and began to cut the cloth.

So Xin Baoer methodically bandaged the wounds of the two little friends while the two guards who were guarding them looked at them like fools. This was something she learned in an extracurricular extension class in her previous life. She had only done it on herself before, but now it was much easier for her to do it on others.

After Xin Baoer pulled off the veil, Mo Xuan Yifan, who was hiding in the dark and lazy, and the old man Mo Yuan, who was protected by gray clothes, both brightened up their eyes, as they finally found the person.

I finally breathed a sigh of relief, but at the same time I couldn't help but get nervous, "Oh my god! Why did this little ancestor run to the center of the battle zone?"

Mo Xuan Yifan gave his grandfather a look, indicating that he should leave it to him, and then he moved carefully in the direction of Xin Baoer, trying to find an opportunity to rescue her first.

But before they reached the position, a few more screams were heard and the hall returned to complete silence.

The assassination attempt, which was carefully planned but was shattered by the old emperor's random punches, finally ended in failure.

So it can be said that General Ning was quite capable. As long as he wanted to, he could govern the country well. Even if he could not achieve much, at least he would at least be able to govern the people well. It's a pity that he never seemed to think about it.

After Xin Baoer treated the wounds of her two friends, she finally looked around with some fear.

There were only five women left among those who had rushed out, and they were all dying. It was unknown whether they could survive. Qin Sheng, who had planned all this, was now thrown to the ground by the man in black, not knowing whether she was dead or alive.

The disgusting smell of blood filled the entire hall. The women's line had long been broken into pieces. Aunt Meng sat on the ground with a deathly pale face, dazed and stupid. It was obvious that she had suffered a great blow.

Perhaps she had not expected that her trusted personal maid had used her position to win over so many women among the candidates. Or perhaps it was not winning them over, but directly replacing nearly half of them. After all, not so many of the girls among the candidates knew martial arts.

The old emperor had a gloomy face and didn't even look at the blood and corpses on the ground. Those were too common for him. He had seen such scenes almost every day in the first half of his life.

He said a few words to comfort the frightened Concubine Xie, and ordered her to be sent back to her bedroom to recuperate. He then looked at the injured ministers and calmly ordered the imperial physician to treat them.

Finally, he searched the crowd and finally saw the person he wanted to see. He was still sitting in the chair, and there was even a space cleared around him. It seemed like a piece of pure land in this messy hall.

This realization made the old emperor very unhappy, and when he thought of Yingzhou behind him, his mood became even worse.

The great scholar Mo Xuan, who was leisurely drinking tea, looked up and met the old emperor's gaze, which was vicious and cruel, as if he wanted to kill him as soon as possible. He smiled nonchalantly.

He put down the teacup as if nothing had happened and slightly turned his body to reveal a man in a wheelchair standing behind him. The man seemed to be unconscious and did not move at all. The eldest grandson Ning Pei, whom he did not care much about, was also leaning in a wheelchair, and it was unknown whether he was alive or dead.

The old emperor's eyebrows jumped, and a bad premonition arose. He almost subconsciously looked for the whereabouts of the other princes. When he saw where they were, the old emperor laughed in anger.

"That's great, that's great! When I was being assassinated, you still thought of joining forces to get rid of your eldest brother. You are all his good sons!"

The great scholar Mo Xuan looked at the old emperor's knowing and angry expression, intending to provoke him with a few words, but thinking that he had not done the important business today, he suppressed the idea of ​​causing trouble and instead showed a look of sympathy.

Little did he know that this expression would further irritate the old emperor.

"The old gentleman has indeed seen a lot of things. He is still relaxed and at ease at a time like this. He is very courageous and magnanimous."

He said this with gnashing teeth, and it was estimated that everyone present could hear the old emperor's anger.

"No, no, I am not very frightened, thanks to the righteousness of the princes."

As soon as these words were spoken, all the court officials finally understood the current situation and were speechless for a moment. Several princes surrounded the prince, and the person in the center was none other than the unconscious Crown Prince. They were all thousand-year-old foxes and understood what was going on almost instantly.

Thinking about how the old emperor had initially mocked the great scholar Mo Xuan for being shameless in finding a woman for his grandson, and now, not long after, his own son came out and slapped him in the face, it would be strange if he felt happy.

"The prince's old illness may have relapsed. Your Majesty, please send a royal physician to treat him as soon as possible!" As the prince's father-in-law, General Duanmu came out at the right time to rescue the old emperor.

"Yes, quickly, send the crown prince and the eldest son back to the East Palace, and send the director to treat them personally." The old emperor quickly took advantage of the situation and acted like a good father and grandfather who loved his children and grandchildren.

The great scholar Mo Xuan sneered in his heart.

"Old sir, I still remember that you came here today to choose a woman for your grandson, right? It's been so long, but the choice has been made. Since my sons have been so polite to you, as a father, I can't refuse their kindness, so I will naturally fulfill one or two of them."

The great scholar Mo Yuan suddenly had a bad feeling. Judging from the old emperor's character, was he going to cause trouble?

After exchanging a glance with his eldest grandson, the great scholar Mo Xuan stood up and walked towards the front of the hall.

"I wonder how Your Majesty intends to accomplish this?"

"Yes, these three girls are all good-looking. They are all carefully selected by me. Now they are finally given to your grandson." The old emperor said, pointing to the three girls who had been selected before, including Xin Baoer.

The old emperor had a unique vision. He selected eight people, and five of them were assassins.

"How can I take away the one your majesty loves? I will just pick the one with the injured face, so that she won't scare your majesty." The great scholar Mo Yuan acted very humble, as if to say, 'I'm thinking about you.'

"I am old now, so I will not delay these beautiful little kids. These three, and the injured two, are also thoughtful. I think they have a good relationship. I will be a good person and let them serve your grandson together, which can also be regarded as a good story."

The great scholar Mo Xuan's eyes twitched slightly, and he looked very embarrassed.

"This, this is not good. I'm afraid I can't afford to raise my grandson!"

"There, your grandson will be rich and worry-free. I think five is still not enough, so send the others over as well." The old emperor said, pointing at the dying female killers.

The great scholar Mo Xuan's face turned pale, his hands trembled, and he looked so angry that he couldn't speak.

The old emperor was very satisfied with the performance of the great scholar Mo Xuan. He was the emperor, and everyone should worship him. There was no way for Mo Xuan to be so arrogant.

After admiring the miserable look of old man Mo Yuan, the old emperor in a good mood told all the ministers to choose the ones they liked and take them away, and the rest would be sent to the harem to be slaves.

A birthday party and a talent show ended in such a ridiculous way.

An ending that was both reasonable and unexpected.