Chapter 51 The Bloody Kampot

The curfew in Bianliang City made the people of Bianliang City very uncomfortable. Many people of Bianliang City are used to it. After working hard during the day, they will be relaxed at night and relax their bodies and minds.

They all forgot when it was the closest curfew. Although they were not used to it, they had to endure it silently.

However, the city of Bianliang is not quiet. This uneasy is not just aimed at the Maitreya Sect, but also an undercurrent, trying to take the opportunity to overthrow Liu E's power.

Look, Zhao Qian just woke up and someone came to him.

"Disturbate! Prince Kuaiji!" Old acquaintance Fan Feng walked up with a faint and friendly smile on his face.

Zhao Qian just woke up, and was still a little confused, murmured: "What's wrong with me? My injury is healed?"

An imperial physician was cleaning up his tools and slowly said: "The prince's injury is not serious! Fortunately, the prince avoided the crossbow arrows. Although there were poisons, the arrow poison was much worse, just poison mixed with arsenic and anesthetics. In addition, the prince was strong and could only rest for a month! In addition, he had to clean the wounds and change the medicine every day. I have already told him about this matter."

"Oh! Fortunately, I am suffering from the Imperial Doctor!" Zhao Qian shook his head, but he still felt not very good in his spirit and thanked him weakly.

"Your Majesty is so polite! I'm going to say goodbye!" The imperial physician put on the medicine box, bowed to Zhao Qian, took a few steps back, hesitated for a while, and said to Fan: "Your Majesty is not in good health at the moment. Doctor Fan has something to say! I offended you!"

Fan Feng seemed to have a good temper and did not express any dissatisfaction. Instead, he said politely: "I naturally understand that the old doctor has left slowly!"

Zhao Qian lay on the bed and asked tiredly: "Brother Buzhi came to see me at this time, probably not just visiting me!"

Fan Feng could not have imagined that although Zhao Qian was half-deadly injured, his intelligence did not decline much. He couldn't help but smile embarrassedly and said, "Your Majesty is wise and powerful!"

"Ha! It's useless to flatter me! Don't say it, let me... I think about it..." After speaking, Zhao Qian couldn't help but breathe and closed his eyes.

After a long time, Zhao Qian didn't say anything, and Fan Feng could hardly help speaking. Just seeing that Zhao Qian's chest was still rising and falling from time to time, Fan Feng endured it. Otherwise, Fan Feng would have doubted whether Zhao Qian had gone to see Taizu Taizong.

Almost at the extreme of Fan Feng's patience, Zhao Qian spoke again, but his eyes were still closed and his voice was very light. This can be seen from the small amplitude of Zhao Qian's lips squirming. Those who are not paying attention may have thought that Zhao Qian was asleep. "But you want to point to the eldest lady? But I'm afraid it doesn't work much. Moreover, the eldest lady is not casual. Be careful not to steal chickens and lose rice!"

Fan Feng seemed to want to say something, but when he said something, he just turned into a squirming move. After thinking about it, Fan Feng decided to say that he was afraid that Zhao Qian would be stimulated before, but he didn't say it but couldn't get Zhao Qian's support. "The official family was assassinated!"

Zhao Qian's eyes, which were originally closed, opened immediately, and two cold lights that were as sharp as a blade made Fan Feng squint his eyes involuntarily. "How about my prince?"

Fan Feng finally calmed down his trembling heart, looked at Zhao Qian deeply, and tried to calm his tone. "Although the official family was assassinated, it was safe! Although he caught the assassin, just now, the assassin was silenced!"

Zhao Qian showed a sneer and said nothing.

Fan Feng glanced at Zhao Jin with a meaningful look, and then said, "My husband means that I hope you will find this little cloth when you were assassinated..."

As Fan Feng spoke, a ball of blood fell from his sleeve, and there were some broken cloth strips. Fan Feng gently placed the cloth strips in Zhao Qian's hand.

Zhao Feng looked at Fan Feng strangely. Seeing Fan Feng smiled and said nothing, he was too lazy to ask Fan Feng what the cloth strip is. He raised his hand with difficulty. Although he pulled the wound, Zhao Feng felt a stinging pain. But when he saw the words on the cloth strip, Zhao Feng didn't care about the pain on the wound!

"Still...Yanfu...life..."

There are incomplete characters between the four characters, but vaguely, there seem to be two incomplete characters, "Empress". Adding the two words "Yanfu" is enough to make people think of it. What does Yanfu mean? Of course, it is not a word of blessing, but Yanfu Hall! Who lives in Yanfu Hall? Where did Liu E and Song Renzong live.

But was it possible that the assassination of Zhao Jin was done by Song Renzong, who was also assassinated?

Of course it is impossible, so who is the arrow pointing to? The answer is self-evident!

But this cloth strip cannot withstand any scrutiny. It is right. Liu E doesn't want to let go of power. But is it possible to say that Liu E wants to kill Song Renzong and become Wu Zetian himself? If Liu E wants to be, a few years ago, when his power reached its peak, he did this, why do you have to do it until today when he is old and declining?

Just touching the soft material of the cloth strip, Zhao Jin realized a little. The fabric came from the gongbu in the palace. Perhaps what Zhang Shixun and the others wanted to do was not to press the charge on Liu E, but to take the opportunity to force the palace.

Zhao Qian looked at Fan Sheng deeply and said, "This matter is like playing with fire!"

Fan Feng said meaningfully: "Now people are either playing with fire, or they are going to be burned to death by fire!"

"It's over!" Zhao Qian shook his head, obviously disagreed. After a while, Zhao Qian couldn't help but sigh and said, "Forget it! It's just a real assassin, don't let it go!"

Fan smirked: "Of course! In broad daylight, even the prince dares to assassinate the officials. How could the husbands not be afraid? The next one is them?"

Zhao Qian didn't know what he thought of, so he shook his head helplessly and said, "I am tired!"

"Prince, please have a good rest!" Although Fan Feng didn't know what Zhao Jin would do, he knew that Zhao Jin was a smart person. Since he agreed, there would be no big deal in this matter! The rest is to see how Zhang Xianggong and others cooperated and how they went down the river!

When Fan Feng left, Zhao Qin called the maid in and opened the carved wooden window. Today the stars outside were very bright, and from time to time you could hear a burst of rapid footsteps and rustling armors.

It seems that these days, neither outside nor inside will be calm!
Chapter completed!