Chapter 35 Who is the assassin?

I don't know if the little palace maid had reported the news or the palace maid who died at his hands set up a suspicion array, but Fan Xian knew that in this fight, although he did not let the palace maid make a sound, he would definitely alarm the real master in the palace. So he didn't bother to deal with the corpse on the ground. His toes were a little on the stone floor, and his whole person had turned into a sharp arrow and ran towards the direction of the palace wall he had planned.

The palace wall was still so high, Fan Xian was a little annoyed at his speed. When he finally climbed to the wall, he heard a buzzing sound behind his head, and it seemed that the air behind him began to tremble.

He turned around in shock, and then looked at the corner tower of the palace city in the distance, and there was a general looking at him with his bow.

In the night sky, a feather arrow flew towards his face like a soul-devouring divine object!

A breath is in the sky, and a breath is in front of you.

There seemed to be a fierce soul on the arrow, which was arrogant. Fan Xian roared wildly, and the black scarf on his face was shook into pieces by the roar. The nameless domineering true energy that had been silently practicing for sixteen years in his body was infused wildly and violently on his hands at this moment of life and death.

The two fists hit each other in the air and happened to hit the arrow shaft!

In a moment, the violent true energy held by the fists hurried against the powerful force attached to the arrow. The shaft of the arrow had broken into powder. The arrow head was almost wiped through Fan Xian's hair and pierced the night sky from afar!

A loud bang resounded through the night sky of the imperial city, waking the sleeping people and terrifying the awakened people, like a thunder thunder struck on the palace wall.

This arrow was too fierce and was not as good as a mortal being able to shoot out. After both fists blocked it, Fan Xian's true energy was empty and he fell down from the palace wall with a weak and weak look. The black clothes were floating in the night wind, looking very miserable.

Yan Xiaoyi, the commander of the imperial palace in the corner of the distant palace wall, watched the assassin fall from the palace wall, narrowed his eyes slightly, revealing a very strong spirit, and said coldly: "I'm not dead, go and catch him."

"Yes!" The guards of his subordinates took the order and left.

Under the palace wall, Fan Xian, who was covered in black night clothes, fell dejectedly. When he was about to hit the ground, he forced his body to twist, supported the ground with one knee, one foot and one hand, making a muffled sound. The powerful anti-shock force made him spew out blood, wetting the remaining black cloth fragments on his face. Then, he growled and ran into the woods outside the palace wall. The moment before the guards at the Castle Corner appeared, he disappeared into the dark night in Kyoto.

On the second day, in an inconspicuous small room at the base of the imperial city, the old eunuch Hong seemed to be in a bad mood and sat in the main seat with half closed his eyes. The two generals below were also closing their eyes to rest, and no one seemed to be willing to speak.

A long time later, Gong Dian, the deputy commander who was resting at home last night, whispered: "Your Majesty is shocked."

Last night, a single arrow shot Fan Xian down the wall, Yan Xiaoyi, the commander of the big inn, slowly opened his eyes and said coldly: "A princess's personal palace maid died, and the princess is very angry."

After the two spoke, the old eunuch Hong slowly opened his eyes. He said in an old voice: "I was trapped in diversion from the mountain yesterday, and the Empress Dowager was very unhappy."

"Who is it?" Gong Dian asked for it for granted. In his heart, even if he was a tiger, he was targeted by a peerless master like Eunuch Hong who was still powerful in his illness, and there was no possibility of escape.

"I don't know." Eunuch Hong smiled slightly, "He showed only a level between the nine grades and the upper grades, but he was very familiar with the architecture in Kyoto. Especially in the dark, I was led by him to circle around Kyoto for a whole circle, but in the end I lost it. This person... is amazing."

It is amazing to make Eunuch Hong say that person must be really amazing.

Yan Xiaoyi is 35 years old this year, and it is the peak of his spirit. As the commander of the palace guards, he has to take on the safety of the entire palace. He glanced at the old eunuch Hong coldly and said, "Where did my father-in-law follow him in the end?"

"In an alley not far from the Dongyi City Mission."

Gong Dian said: "The results of the investigation today are out. Eunuch Hong's chopsticks pierced the first assassin's lichen. After comparison, the Supervision Bureau confirmed that it was from Tianxiang Salon."

Yan Xiaoyi began to close his eyes and rest. Gong Dian continued: "The Supervisory Office found out that the Dongyi City Mission had ordered a batch of clothes in Tianxiang section a few days ago, and it was not in the name of the Mission, but someone to order it." Eunuch Hong asked softly: "What do the Deputy Commander wants to explain?"

Gong Dian smiled and said, "Why do you have to use the name of someone else to order clothes? It is obvious that you are worried that some subtle traces will be captured by us. Judging from all the clues, the first assassin who came here for the first time should be from Dongyi City. If you can be of the ninth rank, the only disciple of Sigujian, who has been in Kyoto these days, has been extremely quiet in Yun Zhilan."

Yan Xiaoyi suddenly opened his eyes and said, "It's not Yun Zhilan. If the people from Dongyi City want to sneak into the palace, why buy any new clothes? Just knock a pedestrian out of the street. If you peel his clothes, Yun Zhilan is such a straightforward person."

Eunuch Hong nodded: "Although the ninth rank concealed his sword intent, he still followed the path of Sigujian, so I am very interested. If it weren't for Yun Zhilan, would there be someone in Dongyi City come and dare not listen to Yun Zhilan's orders?"

"There is a great possibility of framing the blame." Gong Dian frowned slightly as he heard the two of them: "It's so coincidental, so someone may be framing Yun Zhilan."

"How many people in Dongyi City may have taken over the Sigujian Mantle?"

"Three ninth grades, including Yun Zhilan."

"The other two are suspicious."

"Let's talk about the night walker on the top of the city at the end of the Great Commander. I heard that the Great Commander's power was shocking the entire palace, but unfortunately he did not shoot the other party to death." Hearing his tone, it seemed that the old eunuch Hong and the commander of the Great Inner did not have much confrontation.

Yan Xiaoyi looked down on this castrated man at all, but knew that the other party was really the most unfathomable person in the palace. He snorted coldly and said, "The second assassin is also a ninth-grade figure. Although it is only a ninth-grade, if I can shoot him to death with one arrow, wouldn't I become the four great masters?"

"Another Nine-grade?" Gong Dian was shocked. He had been wandering in the eighth-grade upper realm throughout his life, and he was still unable to make progress. He heard that two ninth-grade masters sneaked into the palace last night, and had to develop many complex emotions.

"There are only seven ninth ranks in the entire Qing Kingdom, and only four in Kyoto. How can there be so many ninth ranks in this world?" Old Eunuch Hong said lightly, obviously not believing in Commander Yan's judgment, believing that the other party was shirking responsibility for him.

What Gong Dian fears most every time is this kind of scene. He quickly said: "Your Majesty has a strict order to order us to close the case within one tenth. I will immediately transfer people from the Supervisory Office to investigate the situation of each palace. First, I will judge clearly why the other party took such a great risk and sneaked into the palace."

Yan Xiaoyi shook his head and said, "The latter person doesn't know why, but the former person must have something to do with Dongyi City, so start with the Dongyi delegation and see why the batch of clothes were ordered. It is best to find out where each piece of clothes is going."

While preparing for the investigation, a small eunuch suddenly ran in and announced the emperor's will. All the events of last night were handed over to Ye Chong, the garrison of Kyoto. The palace guards were as usual and could not be promoted.

After the little eunuch left, the three palace defenders in the room looked at each other. Yan Xiaoyi slowly closed his eyes, knowing that His Majesty began to doubt one of his three people. Eunuch Hong walked out with his hands behind his back, his face calm.

A few days later, the Assassin in the Beijing Central Academy of Sciences found nothing.

His Majesty’s decree actually helped Fan Xian, the real palace-entering person, to solve the problem. There was no big mistake in this plan, but forcing Wuzhu to wear the new brown dress was a bit clever, but instead she showed her strength.

Fan Xian secretly found out that the batch of clothes ordered by Dongyi City in Tianxiang Salon was because the son of Dongyi City Lord liked the retro style of Kyoto clothes, so he ordered a batch. As for why he had to place an order in secret, it was actually just because of a very simple reason - the young master of Dongyi City, who had a mixture of merchants in the world, actually envied the clothing of the Southern Barbarian Qingguo. After this incident was spread, he would be scolded to death by those brave merchants in Dongyi City who had always been very brave.

Of course, Fan Xian would use this more often, mainly because he did not believe that Uncle Wu Zhu could perfectly simulate the sword intent of the Si Gu Jian. If he had known that Wu Zhu was so powerful that he was so perverted, Fan Xian would have used the frame-up plan more perfectly.

However, the ending was good. At least the palace was still suspicious of the other two ninth-grade masters in Dongyi City. The Supervisory Office also began to confirm where the other two disciples of Sigujian were on the day when the enemy came to the palace.

No one would think of Fan Xian. Because on the night when the enemy came to the palace, the senior officials in Kyoto of Qing Kingdom watched him drink thousands of wine in the hall, and spit out blood from the great master of Northern Qi, Mo Han, who was so angry that he could not help but grow old all night. In the end, he fell drunk and fell at the feet of His Majesty the Emperor.

This is a misunderstanding of human thinking. It is not just that it is believed that Fan Xian could not get up after being drunk, but that people are used to doing something shocking when a person does something very shocking, and it is impossible for him to do another thing immediately.
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