The First National Preceptor of the Tang Dynasty

Chapter 388

"The Emperor favors the Prince, but the Prince cannot help but become arrogant and disregard the Emperor's favor."

Xu Tian thought to himself, "It seems this old man has brought up the Emperor." He smiled slightly and nodded.

"Since you know, then come with me. You few protect the Minister."

After leaving the guesthouse, Qin Xian followed behind him, and the Minister of Works was also followed by a group of people. Soon, the group arrived outside the government office.

When Master Liang saw that Xu Tian had actually arrived at the government office at this time, he was first taken aback, then ran out to open the door.

Duan Lun entered the government office first, fearing that Xu Tian might do something underhanded. But he had just stepped onto the steps of the county government office.

Suddenly a dark figure flew down, holding a long sword in its hand.

A hint of worry flashed in Qin Xuan's eyes. He immediately stepped in front of Xu Tian.

Xu Tiantian instinctively said, "Beware of assassins! Someone, protect the Minister!"

The guards around Duan Lun also realized what was happening and immediately stepped forward to fight with Ke Dou again.

Duan Lun lay to one side, clearly unaware of why the assassin wanted to kill him. Soon, the daggers in the hands of the assassins were thrown against a pillar, only an inch away from Minister Duan's neck.

If he hadn't been lying in such a low position, he probably would have had his throat slit long ago.

Qin Xian ordered his men to surround Xu Tian in the center, and said with some concern, "Master, are you alright?"

Xu Tian simply patted non-existent dust off his sleeves, then turned to Duan Lun with a concerned expression and asked, "Lord Duan, are you alright?"

Duan Lun then realized what had happened, and helped himself to his feet with the help of his subordinate. He said, "I've lived long enough to live this long! Nothing serious has happened. I wonder where the assassin came from, and whether he has disturbed Prince Rui?"

Hearing him mention Prince Rui again, Xu Tian felt somewhat helpless, then waved his hand and said, "He's just a third-rate assassin! I'm very tough, and I also owe it to Lord Duan's good fortune. This time, I escaped danger without any real harm."

As Xu Tian continued speaking, he carefully observed Duan Lun's expression and noticed that the old man's face was deathly pale, and his eyes were filled with fear. It seemed that he was terrified by the assassin. Xu Tian immediately smiled faintly.

The treasury was not far from the Fu government office, just at the side gate. You had to walk up a few dozen steps to reach it. But as soon as Duan Lun stepped onto the steps, his legs gave way and he almost fell to the ground at the entrance of the government office.

After Xu Tian stopped, he sighed and said, "Lord Duan is getting on in years, why don't you rest for a while before going to the government office?"

"I have received the Emperor's decree and am deeply grateful for his great favor. How can I delay official business for my own selfish reasons? Let's continue on our way."

As soon as he lifted his foot, his whole body fell forward again.

Xu Tian was somewhat speechless. He instructed the others, "Minister of Works, Lord Duan, was frightened today. Someone go and hire a sedan chair to protect Lord Duan properly. As for the matter of inspecting the silver, let's do it another day."

Duan Lun stepped into the sedan chair, but when he turned around, he found that Xu Tian had arranged everything with remarkable clarity.

Clearly, they weren't too surprised by the assassin's appearance!

So it was this brat who did it!

Duan Lun asked from the side, "Did you see the assassin make a move?"

"This assassin is extremely skilled and looks like a martial arts master. We are incompetent and could not tell which school or sect he belongs to."

The assassin just fought his way through, and we were unable to capture him.

Duan Lun calmed himself down, looked at Xu Tian, ​​and then lowered the carriage curtain.

The only lead had gone cold, and there was absolutely no evidence to prove that tonight's assassination was deliberately arranged, so they had no choice but to swallow their anger.