After the death of the previous emperor, the Empress Dowager became arrogant

The soldier looked at her hands, which moved freely, and asked in shock: "How did you ..."

"Don't worry about this for now, just deal with the enemy first." Yuan Qing said in a serious tone.

She took a few steps out of the carriage, jumped down with one hand, and moved forward slowly while leaning against the carriage under the guard of officers and soldiers.

Just now, two arrows were shot at me, but now everything is calm again, as if nothing had happened.

The officers and soldiers were confused.

The official road outside the city was wide and open, and fine dust was blown up by the wind, whistling into people's eyes.

"Brother, do you have any extra weapons?" Yuan Qing asked, raising his hand to block the wind.

One of the soldiers took off the short blade from his waist and threw it into his hand, but he couldn't help saying, "What weapon do you need as a scholar? I have nothing but a dagger.

Be careful, this is my heirloom."

Yuan Qing took over, "Although Gong is a scholar, he is also a man. How can I hide behind you and ask you to block this disaster for me?"

Then he touched it again, and it felt cold to the touch, as if a chilling breath penetrated into his heart. He couldn't help but exclaimed: "It's really a good knife!"

"Of course it was passed down from my great-grandfather, how could it be bad?" the man said proudly.

Mixed with the dust was an unknown white powder.

Yuan Qing pinched a little and put it under his nose to smell it carefully.

Just as he was about to give a warning, the officers and soldiers around him fell one after another. They didn't even have time to resist and were almost wiped out.

Looking at the few people who were staggering and unable to stand steadily, Yuan Qing felt conflicted. Should she fall down as well?

Suddenly, several people came up to her using Qinggong, looked her up and down, and exclaimed in amazement: "This kid looks so frail, but he has managed to hold on until now?"

Another person also looked over and said, "Really? Now can he hear us clearly when we talk?"

The man said uncertainly: "I don't think so."

After all, they had just used a lot of medicine to knock down this group of good-for-nothings. If they could still survive until now, it would be impossible for them to escape unless they were masters with strong internal strength.

"Are you talking about me?" Yuan Qing stood up straight, opened his eyes and looked at them with a smile.

In order to confuse the enemy, she pretended to be drugged and deliberately leaned against the side of the car to lure them out. She didn't expect that she could lure them out so easily.

The man quickly raised his sword and pointed it at her, asking in surprise, "You're actually okay?"

Yuan Qing put the short blade he had carried on before into his belt, bent down, pulled out a steel knife from the soldier's side, and slashed it fiercely towards the opposite side.

The distance was too close, and the cloth-clad assassin had no time to block, so he took a few steps back to avoid the swiftly approaching blade.

"It's just a little bit of drugs. I grew up in a drug jar!"

As he spoke, Yuan Qing raised his knife and slashed at him diagonally. The man quickly blocked it with his sword. The knife's attack was so fast and sharp that it made the assassin's palm numb.

Seeing this, others rushed forward to provide support.

Yuan Qing wielded his long sword with great vigor, but there was no pattern in his swinging. It seemed as if he was relying on his brute force to drive the sword to fight the enemy.

She could still fool just one person, but with a group of people attacking her together, she would have to use her real skills.

Yuan Qing stopped moving, stuck the blade into the soil, put one hand on his waist, breathed hard, and said arrogantly, "Are you coming or not?"

It's still too weak. The knife in his hand should weigh at least three pounds. It wouldn't be so difficult to wield it with skill.

The key point is that in order not to expose her martial arts skills, she relied entirely on her own strength in the fight just now, so it was naturally consumed quickly.

Seeing her like this, the assassin tilted his head and spat.

He thought this guy was a hidden talent, but he turned out to be a paper tiger with a strong appearance but a weak heart. He thought he was going to die in his hands.

"Do you still have strength?" The assassin looked at her provocatively.

Yuan Qing lifted his foot and kicked up some dirt, which was blown by the wind and slanted onto the assassin's robe. He smiled and said, "Who said I want to continue fighting with you?"

"Then..." The assassin wanted to say something, but he felt himself being clamped, and his lower jaw was removed with a "click", and he couldn't utter a word.

The assassin was shocked. When did this person get behind him? !

Yuan Yi retracted his hand, walked out from behind him, came to Yuan Qing's side, and said, "Those in the dark have been dealt with. They are dealing with it. Are you okay?"

Yuan Qing pulled out the knife and put it back to its previous position. "It's okay. I just felt like playing with them."

There were only eight or nine assassins who appeared in front of Yuan Qing. Perhaps the sandstorm made them relax their vigilance, so they only sent so few people.

They underestimated the scholar's true ability.

"Keep these two and send them back to the capital to be handed over to His Majesty." Yuan Qing pointed, "Get rid of the rest, leave no one alive."

"Yes."

When the officers and soldiers woke up, they saw Yuan Qing sitting on the shaft of the cart with his knees bent, his other foot hanging freely, and a green dogtail grass in his mouth.

Hearing the noise, Yuan Qing spat out the grass and jumped off the car, "You are finally awake."

His demeanor was respectful and upright, as if the casual young man just now was not him.

"Why did we suddenly faint?" someone asked puzzledly.

Yuan Qing acted like he didn't know, "Maybe you are too tired?"

The man's eyebrows twisted even more, "So many people fell together?"

Yuan Qing spread his hands, indicating that he didn't know either.

"Where is the assassin?" he asked again.

"Or maybe he saw that we were more in number, so he didn't show up and just shot two arrows and left." Yuan Qing continued to talk nonsense.

It’s not that she doesn’t want to explain about the assassin, but it would be too troublesome to explain, so she might as well just pretend that he never came. They don’t know about it anyway.

"Is that so?" The man obviously didn't believe it.

However, as long as the prisoner was still there, it would not be considered dereliction of duty, so he stood up, patted the table, and planned to continue on his way.

In view of Yuan Qing's good performance, they did not tie her up this time. Instead, they let her lie comfortably in the carriage and escorted her all the way back to Beijing.

Yuan Yi and a group of secret guards were accompanying them in the dark for protection, and there were no more assassinations on the road. The journey was so smooth that the officers and soldiers almost suspected that what they encountered outside Pingjin Prefecture that day was all their imagination.

As the capital was waiting anxiously, they had no choice but to speed up their journey. In just five or six days, they reached the Yuan Dynasty capital, where the emperor was standing.

——Yuanjing.

The speeding carriage stopped, Yuan Qing was shaken awake, he drew aside the curtain and saw the two big words engraved on the city gate.

Finally came back.

Come to think of it, she hadn't had a good look at this city for five years.

Once she steps in this time, she will be imprisoned in this prosperous and bloody power field for a long time. She doesn’t know how long she can hold on.

Unlike outside, what is kept here are not humans, but a group of beasts full of desire. They smell the fishy smell, bar their fangs and bite each other.

More cruel, more vicious, more sinister...

"Sir?" A soldier knocked quietly with the handle of a whip, "We have arrived at the capital. According to the rules, we should put chains on you."

Yuan Qing retracted his gaze, lowered the curtain, and said slowly: "Come in."