A piece of Japanese incense

Feng Zhixu ran for a long time before he realized that he had no idea where Yunfu was. Just as he was about to ask someone for directions, someone suddenly shouted excitedly:

"Look! It's your Majesty!"

"God's grace! The emperor has come to Xuande Tower in person to enjoy the Lantern Festival with us!"

"I heard that your majesty was not in good health, but isn't he as healthy as ever?"

"My emperor's achievements are known all over the world, and will be remembered for thousands of years and forever!"

"May His Majesty live a long and healthy life, and enjoy the grace of God forever! Long live His Majesty!"

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The people knelt down in unison, put their hands on the ground, pressed their foreheads against the ground, and muttered something.

Feng Zhixu raised his head and looked at the man in a yellow robe and a crown, standing majestically on the top of the Xuande Tower. He couldn't help but shake his head and smile.

How could that be the Emperor Grandpa? It's far from it! Even in terms of attire, he should be more similar. The Emperor Grandpa doesn't have any white hair on his head.

While he was still standing there thinking, he happened to see Zhi Yihe jumping down from the carriage in the distance.

He jumped up to greet her, but unfortunately they were a little far away. Feng Zhixu saw that she seemed to be preparing to walk home, so he took a few quick steps and ran towards her while shouting.

Everyone stood up, ending the kneeling ceremony. Sweat slid down his forehead, blurring his vision. He had no time to wipe it off. His eyes were fixed on Zhi Yihe, chasing her as she was about to disappear in the crowd.

"There are assassins!"

"It's murder! Help!"

When Feng Zhixu realized what was happening, he found that not far from him, several innocent people had been shot by crossbow arrows and fell to the ground groaning in pain.

There was an indescribable feeling of oppression in the air. With sharp sounds of breaking through the air, several arrows shot towards him from all directions like released beasts.

The crowd fled in all directions, unable to avoid it. Feng Zhixu reacted instantly, turned his body sharply, and quickly grabbed a stall beam beside him with both hands. With the help of this force, his body flipped lightly like a swallow skimming the water, cleverly avoiding the fatal blow.

He was hiding behind the wooden boards of the stall, the agile vendor had his dagger pointed in his direction. At the same time, his eyes reflected the trajectories of several arrows and the rapidly approaching black shadows, like the tentacles of death, reaching out towards him mercilessly.

He instinctively dodged to the side, but the dagger still cut through his robe, leaving a trail of blood.

Each arrow was deadly sharp and flew straight at him, the tip of the arrow flashing with cold light, like a meteor falling rapidly in the night sky.

At the critical moment, one of the guards who was chasing him rushed forward without hesitation and used his body to block Feng Zhixu from the arrow. With a dull thud, the guard fell down in pain.

Feng Zhixu was unsettled and stood there like a wooden stake. Another arrow grazed the corner of his clothes and shot into a wooden box in the distance with a dull thud.

A guard handed him a long sword, blocked Feng Zhixu with his own body, and said in a loud and powerful voice: "Your Highness, run!"

Feng Zhixu tightly grasped the sword in his hand and looked in the direction of Zhi Yihe, but he was nowhere to be seen.

"Your Highness! Leave us alone! Run!"

Feng Zhixu covered his arm, breathing rapidly, a hint of determination flashed in his eyes, and without looking back, he quickened his pace and ran towards the city gate.