Grace of the World: The best princess is too arrogant

Chapter 188: Sword, Light, Sword and Shadow

Zhou Fengxuan nodded, believing that Yan Xiaojun would never intentionally harm the Queen Mother, and said, "Dare to ask Jieyu, who do you think will be the person who framed you?"

"I can't tell, maybe it's the imperial concubine, Shu concubine, they have been targeting me everywhere, or maybe there is a deeper and more secret opponent, who can tell what is going on in the palace." Yan Xiaojun sighed Now she doesn't know who is the enemy and who is the friend, but only knows that Zhou Fengxuan is by her side.

"General Zhou, will you always protect me in the prison?" Yan Xiaojun looked panicked, and reached out to grab Zhou Fengxuan's sleeve, fearing that even he would disappear.

"Yes! The minister will always be here to protect Li Jieyu's safety!" Zhou Fengxuan's sonorous and forceful answer brought hope to Yan Xiaojun who was in trouble.

But no one can change the relationship between concubine and minister. She realized that she was being abrupt, and hastily withdrew her little hand, and the panic in her eyes disappeared a lot.

The moonlight was hazy, Yan Xiaojun fell asleep again, Zhou Fengxuan was worried that the iron bed was too hard, so he put his robe under her body, trying to make Yan Xiaojun sleep more comfortably.

On the skylight, a black shadow suddenly passed by.

A sharp saber flashed under the moonlight. Zhou Fengxuan, who was resting outside the cell with his eyes closed, frowned slightly, feeling a strong murderous aura.

Immediately afterwards, five or six tall men in black jumped down from the skylight.They held long swords in their hands, and another person hid on the skylight, holding a crossbow in his hand, aiming at Yan Xiaojun!
All of a sudden, several gloomy sword lights approached Yan Xiaojun... Yan Xiaojun seemed to sense someone was coming, and when she opened her eyes, she couldn't help but feel a chill in her heart.

With a tight shoulder, Zhou Fengxuan stepped forward to hug Yan Xiaojun and dodged to the side. Before she could exclaim in surprise, she saw a white-feathered arrow coming from outside the window, whistling past her ear!

Zhou Fengxuan protected Yan Xiaojun with one hand, and quickly drew out the saber around his waist with the other hand to fight with several men in black. The men in black's sword moves were fatal.

It was the first time Yan Xiaojun saw such a real and bloody scene when he was so old, and he was terrified in his heart, so he just grabbed Zhou Fengxuan's lapel tightly.

Unexpectedly, a man in black behind him raised his sword and wanted to stab Zhou Fengxuan, Yan Xiaojun yelled: "Be careful behind you!"

Zhou Fengxuan picked up Yan Xiaojun and turned around swiftly. In an instant, flesh and blood flew everywhere. The assassin had already been killed by his sword, and the swords of the other assassins became more and more fierce.

Zhou Fengxuan's left hand was still tightly hugging Yan Xiaojun, desperately killing the enemy, one of the black-clothed men quickly raised his sword and stabbed at Yan Xiaojun, before she could call for help, he quickly blocked the pair With her deadly sword, his right arm was bleeding profusely for a moment, but he still tightly protected her.

There were swords and swords in the cell, and Yan Xiaojun was so frightened that he closed his eyes, not daring to take another look.

Soon, Lin Feng rushed in with a group of guards. Seeing that the situation was not going well, the man in black wanted to escape, but was quickly captured by the guards. Zhou Fengxuan, ignoring the injury on his arm, shouted: "Who sent you? Why are you here?" Want to assassinate Li Jieyu?"

The men in black snorted coldly, with weird expressions on their faces, and immediately spit out black blood from their mouths, and fell to the ground dead.

But the person who shot the cold arrow outside the window saw that the situation was not good, and was about to escape. Lin Feng jumped up and rushed up, throwing out the sword in his hand, only heard a sound, it was the sound of someone falling on the rubble of the house.

(End of this chapter)