Xin Qiji, Zhong Can and Mo Xiaobao left in front of the Ye Mansion one after another. When Ye Qing was about to get on the Sixteen-carrying official sedan chair, a black shadow suddenly ran out of the dark place. Fortunately, before the black shadow approached Ye Qing, he was stopped by the guard who was ready to go.

Compared with the dozens of people who are usually crowded, two hundred personal guards have gathered at the gate of Ye’s mansion.

With Zhu Xi's call, Ye Qing, who had been hiding Zhu Xi for several days, frowned slightly and turned around. Looking at the torch, Zhu Xi, who looked more haggard than the previous few days, signaled his personal guard to let go of Zhu Xi, and then watched Zhu Xi walk to the front and back and speak first: "Mr. Zhu, Ye has something important today, I am afraid he will be rude. I hope Mr. Zhu won't blame him. Ye will definitely come to apologize..."

"Mr. Ye, I think there is no need to say anything polite? Although I am stubborn, it is definitely not stupid. I know that my request made Lord Ye embarrassed, but now... I am really desperate and have no choice but to plead with Lord Ye..." Zhu Xi grabbed Ye Qing's hand and looked firm. It was because he planned to sacrifice his life and asked Ye Qing to give him a clear answer.

Ye Qing looked down at Zhu Xi's hand that held his wrist tightly, took a deep breath, and wanted to persuade Zhu Xi again, but looking at Zhu Xi's firm expression that would not stop until he achieved his goal, he slowly said: "Mr. Zhu wants me to save Zheng Qingzhi and the rest of his disciples, but has Mr. Zhu ever thought about what would the court and the emperor think of Ye if Ye did this? The emperor issued an order to criticize Mr. Zhu as a pseudo-learning. If Ye helped Mr. Zhu at this time, how would Ye face the emperor and the imperial court? Or... Could he want Ye to rebel?"

As Ye Qing said, Zhu Xi's original strength of Ye Qing's wrist was gradually relaxed, and Ye Qing's calm voice was still in his ears: "Mr. Zhu is considering the problem from his own perspective, and why doesn't Ye also need to look at his request from his own perspective? Ye is also in a difficult position. If he disobeys the emperor's will because of his husband, then what face does Ye still have to be Song minister?"

"Mr. Ye..." Zhu Xi frowned. Although he did not agree with Ye Qing's words, Ye Qing's words were also reasonable. In the end, he could not offend the emperor because of helping him Zhu Xi, right? Besides, Ye Qing's current situation in the court is not much better.

Just as Ye Qing was about to break away Zhu Xi's hand and turn to the sedan chair, a guard suddenly ran out of Ye Qing. Looking at Ye Qing who had not left, he hurriedly said: "Sir, the target of the Mongolians is you! They sneaked into the backyard, and General Mo is in the backyard..."

"How are the two ladies?" Ye Qing shook Zhu Xi's hand away and ran to the soldier quickly and asked.

"Sir, the two ladies are fine, but they were just a little scared at first..." Before the soldier could finish his words, Ye Qing had already run back to the mansion, and the two hundred personal guards behind him rushed to the backyard almost immediately following Ye Qing.

Zhu Xi, who was confused and at a loss, stood there. He was just standing at the gate of the Ye Mansion, full of soldiers wearing armor, was empty in an instant. At this time, from the gate of the Ye Mansion, you could still hear a vague sound of fighting coming.

At this time, when Ye Qing rushed to the backyard, the intermittent fighting sounded gradually stopped. However, the sound of the Hua Family Army patrolling the defense and searching for whether there were still assassins.

However, Mo Xiaobao, who had been in the backyard for a little longer than Ye Qing, ran to Ye Qing with a trace of blood on his face.

Ye Qing wiped the blood on his face, and Mo Xiaobao said with a silly smile

: "Don't worry, sir, it's not the blood of the last general. The number of assassinated guests is not large, but it is still under statistics. The last general outside the wall of the courtyard has also sent people, and has also sent people to inform the Huahua Army at the gate of the city to close all the city gates and investigate the suspicious people..."

"I'll tell Jia She about it. If there is any abnormal movement, I'll report it immediately. Send someone to the Jinren Inn to block every exit. No matter whether it is a Mongolian or not, it is not allowed to enter or exit." Ye Qing patted Mo Xiaobao's shoulder, then looked at the attic window not far away. At this moment, the second floor was still pitch black.

"Madam is fine. It's the general of the Mo to ask her to go upstairs and then blow out the candles to avoid arousing the suspicion of the assassin." Mo Xiaobao looked at the second floor of the attic with Ye Qing's eyes and said.

Ye Qing nodded silently and signaled Mo Xiaobao to investigate the assassin. He walked into the attic with a Yanling sword in his hand.

The dark attic door was closed tightly, and no sound could be heard at all, but fortunately, Ye Qing had been here for a while, and even with his eyes closed, he knew how to avoid the furnishings and other layouts inside.

He gently pushed open the door that was not locked from inside, and a trace of surprise flashed through Ye Qing's heart, and his footsteps that were about to fall to the ground immediately became cautious.

He slowly pulled out the scabbard of the Yanling Knife in his hand. When the light outside reflected on the half-pulled sword, Ye Qing only felt that there was another sword light that slashed towards him like lightning.

Subconsciously raised the Yanling Knife that had not been completely pulled out in his hand, and it sounded over Ye Qing's head with a sound. Without waiting for Ye Qing to take a step back, he felt a strong wind passing by behind him. Then the force on Yanling Knife's body disappeared instantly. Under the lights outside, a bearded assassin slowly fell down.

From Ye Qing pushing the door to one foot before he landed on the ground, almost everything happened between lightning and flint, but all this was good. Before Ye Qing walked towards the attic, several personal guards were still following behind him with crossbows in hand.

So even when Mo Xiaobao just said that the assassin had been completely solved, the personal guard behind Ye Qing did not relax his vigilance.

Therefore, when Ye Qing was attacked, the personal guard behind him who was about to guard the door immediately raised the crossbow in his hand, thus shooting and killing the assassin as soon as possible.

Ye Qing escaped the disaster without any danger, looked down at the fallen assassin, and then handed the Yanling sword in his hand to the guard beside him, holding the guard's crossbow in one hand, pulling out the field sword that never leaves his body with the other, and slowly heading towards the attic again.

Several personal guards behind him also followed Ye Qing with slight steps. Because the door opened, the originally dark first-floor hall could see the decorations inside more or less clearly.

As he stepped on the first stairs, Ye Qing, who was nervous, couldn't help but feel an unknown premonition in his heart. He was even a little afraid of continuing to go upstairs, fearing that Zhong Qing and Fangfei had already encountered an unexpected situation.

After all, he still didn't know whether there was an assassin or a few assassins in this quiet attic. He didn't know whether there were still assassins upstairs at this moment.

At the corner of the stairs, Ye Qing quickly turned around to face the exit of the second floor. In an instant, at the corner of the corner of the stairs, where the night merged with the night seemed to be alive, and a sharp wind sound came from Ye Qing's side.

The field sword in his hand met immediately. With a sound, Ye Qing felt a slight pain in his wrist. When the assassin's scimitar was separated, the tip of the knife still cut his wrist. However, almost as the field sword was raised, Ye Qing's other crossbow with his other hand was released, without waiting for the assassin to raise the scimitar and swing it towards him again,

There was a bang in an instant, and the assassin hidden in the corner of the wall instantly covered his neck and fell down.

"Sir..." the guard behind him whispered.

Ye Qing shook his head without saying a word and signaled to continue moving towards the attic. At this moment, his wrist holding the field sword felt a burst of burning pain.

The night became endless and long at this moment. Almost every step of the steps seemed to be stepping on Ye Qing's heart. He prayed in his heart that only the two men who had just been shot and had sneaked into the attic, while continuing to climb the steps nervously.

On the second floor of the huge attic, the guards behind him slowly searched everywhere and did not find any enemies. However, Ye Qing did not find Zhong Qing and Fangfei. Finally, when the lights were on in the study room, with the joyful expression of the guards at the door, Ye Qing walked to the door of the study room and saw Zhong Qing and Fangfei, who were pale in their faces. At this time, the two of them were holding a relatively small crossbow in their hands, but there were no arrows on them.

Standing at the door, he looked at Fangfei and Zhong Qing with nothing to do, and Zhong Qing and Fangfei's eyes slowly looked at him with some guilt, and then moved to the guard beside him.

Ye Qing followed the eyes of the two of them and saw two arrows inserted between one of his guards' shoulders and waist.

Before Ye Qing could speak, the guard squeezed out a relaxed smile and said, "Sir, I'm fine, I'm just scratching my skin."

Ye Qing patted the guard's shoulder silently, and then signaled everyone to go down. Then he slowly walked into the study and looked at the two women who were still sitting side by side behind the desk.

He took a deep breath, and at this moment Ye Qing realized that because he was nervous about the safety of the two women, his entire back was soaked in sweat: "It's fine, this time I was careless and almost got you involved."

"Who are they?" Zhong Qing, whose face was still pale, still trembling when she spoke.

"It should be the Mongols, Mo Xiaobao is checking their identities and numbers." Ye Qing put the crossbow and field sword in his hand on the table, and there was still a faint blood on his wrist holding the field sword at this moment.

"Your wrist..." Zhong Qing hurriedly stood up and looked at Ye Qing's wrist with blood under the light.

"It's okay, just cut a layer of skin, it's okay." Looking at the thin and long wound on your wrist, you can tell the sharpness of the knife.

"That soldier...is it okay?" Fangfei asked with a hint of guilt.

"It's okay, don't take it to heart." Ye Qing looked at the wound that had bandaged her wrist and responded to Fangfei's concerns.

After looking at Zhong Qing's carefully bandaged wrists, and then comforting the two women for a few words, Ye Qing walked downstairs. Now it is almost certain that the assassination tonight must have been planned by the Mongols.

The entire Ye Mansion has been thoroughly searched, and the assassins and bodies found in the backyard have been carried to the front yard by Mo Xiaobao.

Just as Mo Xiaobao interrogated the surviving assassins, Ye Qing, who came out of the backyard, found Zhu Xi standing behind several soldiers after the assassins were stuffed into his mouth by the rag.

"Mr. Zhu hasn't left yet?" Ye Qing walked over and asked.

"Mr. Ye, this is..." Zhu Xi's expression seemed a little unbelievable. Although he had heard the scream just now, he couldn't help asking involuntarily when he looked at the dozen bodies in front of him and the assassins who were being tortured.
Chapter completed!