Quickly wear, the host has evil intentions

Lu Zhian turned his head and looked at the person in the high position.

Feeling his gaze, Duan Ci's eyes fell on him with a faint smile on his lips.

The young emperor's facial features were so delicate that they didn't look like a real person. His skin was as white and delicate as porcelain. When he looked at people with a smile, his peach blossom eyes made him look like a bewitching fox demon, beautiful and charming, yet not feminine.

Lu Zhian was stunned for a moment, but soon came to his senses, lowered his head slightly, and did not look at him.

He cursed himself in his heart for being so useless.

I also feel that it is a pity that such an enchanting face belongs to such a tyrant.

Looking at the assassins being taken away by the guards, he felt mixed emotions.

Did he do this because he knew those dancers were assassins?

Then it seems that this emperor is not that stupid.

"Ming Aiqing."

A clear male voice sounded, and then Lu Zhian felt someone approaching him. He did not dare to look up, but respectfully saluted Duan Ci.

"Your Majesty, do you have any instructions?"

"You don't have to be so polite, my dear Ming. I remember you can ride a horse. Please go for a ride with me!"

A bony hand gently lifted him up, with a smile in the eyes.

"Yes."

Lu Zhian bowed his head in response.

It was already dark, but the emperor wanted to ride a horse, so the arena would be brightly lit.

The servants brought up two horses, one black and one white.

The black horse belongs to Duan Ci, it is a Ferghana horse named Chengfeng.

It was carefully raised by a special person, and its fur was like satin, still shining softly under the dim light.

Lu Zhian glanced at the horse, and a bright light flashed in his eyes.

What a good horse!

Thinking that I had a similar horse, I suddenly wanted to ride my horse and compete with Duan Ci's to see whose horse was better.

But Duan Ci is the emperor, and he is the assassin who wants to kill him.

It was probably impossible for the two of them to ride together on their horses like this.

Duan Ci gently stroked the horse's head, and Chengfeng rubbed his palm affectionately.

A faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Lu Zhian was stunned when he saw the smile on his lips.

Although Duan Ci laughs often, this laugh is more real than any other.

Duan Ci got on the horse and looked down at Lu Zhian from his seat.

His usual smile returned to his face.

"My dear Ming, please mount your horse and compete with me."

The horse he gave to Lu Zhian was similar to his own and not worse, so the competition was fair.

He wanted to see what Lu Zhian’s strength was.

"Yes."

Lu Zhian saluted with his fists, then jumped onto the horse nimbly.

Seeing that both of them had mounted their horses, the eunuch standing by waved the flag in his hand and the race began.

The two men waved their whips and the horses immediately started running.

They were equally matched and chased each other.

Duan Ci looked at Lu Zhian who was about to overtake him, so he waved his whip and immediately surpassed Lu Zhian on Chengfeng.

When Duan Ci came to ride a horse, he changed into a black suit suitable for riding, and his black hair was tied up high with a red silk ribbon.

The wind blew, and the red silk was entangled in the black hair. The young emperor looked back, and his smiling eyes were full of the unrestrained youthful spirit.

Lu Zhian was stunned by what he saw, and was far behind Duan Ci.

Even though he chased after him fiercely, he couldn't beat Duan Ci.

Duan Ci pulled the reins and Chengfeng stopped.

He looked at Lu Zhian, who was a big step behind him but was about to catch up with him. Not bad, not bad.

I don’t know if I can recruit people to work for him.

Duan Ci was thinking about something, and when Lu Zhian looked at him, a smile appeared on his face again.

Lu Zhian didn’t like the smile on his face, it was too fake, even worse than the one just now.

"Ming Aiqing's riding and archery skills are indeed amazing!"

Duan Ci's voice woke him up from his dream. He immediately bowed and said:

"Your Majesty, you are overpraising me. No matter how good I am, I cannot compare to your Majesty."

He was shocked. What was he thinking about just now? He was actually thinking about the smile of this tyrant.

He is really crazy. Looks like he has to take an order tonight and calm down.

When Duan Ci got tired of playing, he let Lu Zhian leave.

Lu Zhian lowered his head, his long eyelashes drooped slightly, hiding the darkness in his eyes.

Duan Ci did not notice his abnormality, but asked someone to prepare bath water.

He was tired after a long day and wanted to take a hot bath to relax.

Duan Ci also had some fruits and drinks placed next to the bathtub, and sent all the servants away.

He took off his clothes and soaked in the hot water. He raised his glass and took a sip leisurely.

The hot water washed away his day's fatigue, and Duan Ci sighed comfortably.

He wanted to take another sip, but when the glass was close to his lips, his eyes darkened and he threw the glass away.

The wine glass fell through the gauze curtain and onto the ground, followed by a flash of cold light.

A figure in night clothes appeared, holding a sword and stabbing straight at the person in the bath.

Duan Ci looked at the Vermillion Bird pattern embroidered on the man's right shoulder and his eyes fixed. It was another killer from Xingxiu Pavilion.

It seems someone has offered a reward for him.

He gathered some strength in his hands and slapped the water surface, splashing hot water and blurring the vision of the man in black.

Duan Ci pulled his robe over and put it on, then he grabbed the fruit plate and threw it at the assassin.

Then he ran out, but before he could take a few steps, the assassin's sword was across his neck.

He was so scared that he stepped back quickly. There was water all around the bathtub, and his feet slipped and he fell back into the bathtub.

The assassin didn't waste any time and slashed with his sword, splashing water, but Duan Ci had already swam to the other side of the pool.

The assassin stepped forward, moved towards him, and slashed down with his sword.

Duan Ci dodged immediately, and perhaps because the sword was too thin, it actually pierced directly into the cracks in the bricks beside the bathtub.

The assassin couldn't pull it out no matter how hard he tried. Duan Ci saw this and wanted to run away immediately.

The assassin's eyes narrowed and he stepped directly on his shoulder.

Duan Ci's back hit the edge of the bathtub hard. He groaned in pain and tears came out.

He was wearing only an outer coat, which stuck to his body after being soaked in water.

The fair and charming face was flushed due to the hot water, and his tears had misted his eyes as he stared at the assassin.

Lu Zhian's breathing stagnated, and he felt a strange feeling in his heart. He even stopped drawing his sword.

He didn't know if it was because of the hot water, but he actually felt a little hot.

Duan Ci grabbed his ankle when he was not paying attention and pulled it down. Lu Zhian lost his balance and fell towards him.

His hand was on Duan Ci's chest, and the skin felt a little hot through the cloth.

The distance between the two people shortened, and Duan Ci put his hand on his waist.

Lu Zhian looked at Duan Ci with his eyes wide open.

Lu Zhian felt something was wrong and quickly distanced himself from him in panic.

I thought that I would never assassinate someone while they are taking a shower again.

At this moment, another black shadow appeared, drew his sword and slashed at Lu Zhian.

Lu Zhian immediately dodged the incoming sword by moving sideways.

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