Chapter 212 Assassinating Emperor Qing!

Fan Xian and Ye Ling'er chatted briefly for a few words and then he saw the Second Prince looking over here, obviously looking for his wife. Fan Xian immediately nodded to the Second Prince, with a harmless smile on his face.

The second prince is quite shrewd. To be honest, none of Emperor Qing’s sons are weak.

The other party nodded and smiled in response.

Ye Ling'er saw all of this and felt relieved. She was a simple and smart woman, so she naturally understood that as long as the two of them did not tear each other apart, there was room for improvement.

As long as the husband can let go of that desire.

Seeing Ye Ling'er's uncertain expression, Fan Xian thought she was worried about the elders at home, so he spoke again: "I think this matter will be resolved soon, and His Majesty will soon replace Master Ye."

"I hope so!"

It seems that the innocent and cheerful Ye Ling'er of the past is gone forever.

"What are you two doing hiding in this corner?"

The man is Qin Heng, the eldest son of Qin Ye, who is now over 30 years old. But his personality is still quick-witted. In this era when people over 30 can call themselves old men, he is still willing to interact with young people.

"The purpose of the chrysanthemum appreciation conference is naturally to see the flowers." In fact, Fan Xian was not very familiar with Qin Heng, but most of the powerful people in Kyoto were like this. They were all related to each other in some way, so from the perspective of relatives, the two of them still had some connection.

The Qin family accompanies His Majesty here to see the chrysanthemums every three years. To be honest, who in the army likes to see this?

Therefore, he started chatting with Fan Xian in a familiar manner.

"Qi! What flowers are you appreciating? Don't you understand His Majesty's intention? This is to ease the relationship between you and the Crown Prince and the Second Prince! I'm ashamed that you are the most energetic newcomer in the court."

Qin Heng was also a chatterbox, and he couldn't stop talking once he started. "You are so popular now, why don't people come to curry favor with you?"

"Mr. Qin, you are too kind. I'm sure you know what the Overwatch Council is. Where does the limelight come from? All this is just because of your Majesty's trust. All the power comes from your Majesty."

Qin Heng rarely saw young people like Fan Xian who knew how to advance and retreat and how to gain and lose. Most people who achieved success at a young age were arrogant. No matter whether that person showed it on the surface or hid it deep in his bones, Qin Heng could see it at a glance.

Although he said that Fan Xian was the most promising newcomer, in fact, he was the leader of the younger generation.

"I am a warrior by nature, and I can't get used to staying here. But Brother Fan, you are a poet, why don't you compose a poem in front of such a beautiful scenery?"

Fan Xian was finding it increasingly difficult to defend himself, and he didn't know how to get rid of this man.

Ye Ling'er, who was standing aside, had already noticed Fan Xian's embarrassing situation, and finally a smile appeared on her face, as if she was back to the past?

Her family and the Qin family were not on good terms, so she was not very polite when she spoke: "General Qin, my master has already said that he will no longer write poetry, so why are you forcing me to do something?"

Qin Heng was a bachelor, so he was not angry when he heard this. He would not bother with a little girl.

He slapped his forehead and said with a smile: "Look at my brain, don't blame me, don't blame me."

Upon hearing this, Fan Xian shook his head and said nothing more.

A long time had passed in the field, but the preparations on the platform were ready, and soon the event began.

The process of the chrysanthemum appreciation meeting was somewhat complicated and was held under the auspices of the Ministry of Rites. At the beginning of this meeting, it was just a simple activity similar to a royal outing. It has become so complicated today. I wonder what our ancestors would think after learning about it.

Fan Xian felt drowsy after listening to this, but his nose twitched violently a few times. In a trance, he seemed to really smell a hint of fire.

Barbecue? Bonfire?
I hope the platform is really on fire!

He was anxious and wanted to spread the news immediately. At the very least, he had to tell the guards who were guarding the emperor's safety under the platform and let the emperor and Wan'er come down first. But he found something wrong just as he was about to leave. Now he has the ninth rank of cultivation, and it is understandable that he can smell the smell with his sensitive ears and nose, but the guards under the platform are closer, it is impossible for them not to notice it.

Are we all suffering from rhinitis?

Seeing that they were still so quiet, Fan Xian thought to himself that he might have been overthinking.

When the sun in the sky was briefly obscured by a cloud, the breeze began to change direction and became gentler.

A wisp of black smoke rose up from behind the platform, gradually expanding at a speed visible to the naked eye and turning into a signal smoke!

The fresh smell in his nose was gone, replaced by a pungent smell of burning. Fan Xian suddenly woke up, and rushed towards the platform where the fire was getting bigger and bigger. A gust of wind passed over the guards, and what greeted Fan Xian were countless steel knives!

"Are you crazy? I am Fan Xian, the person in charge of the First Division of the Overwatch Council!"

"Your Majesty has ordered that no one is allowed to approach the platform without permission!"

Damn it! Fan Xian cursed angrily, and with a surge of his true energy, he passed through the crowd and went straight upwards.

The group of guards were about to shout and chase him when Eunuch Hou's voice came from the stage: "Your Majesty has ordered that Fan Xian be released!"

The guards then drew their swords and quickly took the sand and stones prepared on the side to start putting out the fire.

For such a grand event and this wooden platform, the Ministry of Rites naturally prepared a plan on how to put out the fire in case of a fire.

Soon, the fire was under control. Fortunately, the fire point was far away from the main structure of the platform, so the platform did not collapse. But this also told everyone that the fire was not an accident, but someone deliberately set it up to cause a riot!
Everyone in the audience was cursing loudly, the powerful and influential were running around to avoid the attack, and even the guards were a little panicked.

They are veterans of many battles, and their state of mind should not be like this. However, this matter is very strange. Instead of getting any credit, they were blamed. They don't know how His Majesty will punish them. How can they not be confused?

But no matter what, as more people came, the efficiency of firefighting increased. In a short while, the fire was put out by more than a hundred people.

Fan Xian had already arrived on the platform. He first protected Lin Wan'er behind him, then turned around and stood in front of Emperor Qing, keeping alert to his surroundings.

Fan Jian, who was on the second floor of the platform, narrowed his eyes slightly when he saw Fan Xian rushing onto the stage. It was unknown what he was thinking. Fan Xian was worried about his wife's safety and did not notice the uncertain look in his father's eyes.

At this time, there were figures everywhere on the platform. After coming up, Fan Xian found that the area above was very large. Not only was there a front desk, but there was also a room at the back.

"Fan Xian."

"Chen is here!"

"Send Wan'er to the Empress Dowager in the back room. Now that the fire below has been put out, she won't have to worry anymore." Emperor Qing looked at the reactions of the ministers below with contempt, as if mocking them. The corners of his mouth curled up slightly, revealing an indescribable sarcasm.

"Yes."

Fan Xian bowed his head, clasped his fists, and responded in a deep voice. After that, he pulled Lin Wan'er to the back room.

Just at this moment, something strange happened!
Whether on the platform or below the platform, there are guards with swords. Logically speaking, this should be the safest place. In addition, both myself and His Majesty are grandmasters, so safety should be guaranteed without a doubt.

But the enemy’s cleverness lies in this!
It’s as solid as a rock and an iron wall to the outside, but what about the inside?

The two guards closest to Emperor Qing suddenly turned around and stabbed at him. It was obvious that they were using all their strength, and the two slashes showed their strong eighth-grade cultivation! Emperor Qing was a great master, but he was caught off guard by such a sneak attack. If he was hit, he could take the lives of the two with his true energy, but he would also be seriously injured and die!

Why would anyone who dared to assassinate Emperor Qing care about his life? With such determination, this knife actually had some shadows of the ninth level!

Both of them were aiming for Emperor Qing’s vital points!
But they don’t know what the real weakness of a grand master is.

In a flash, Fan Xian pushed Lin Wan'er away, took out his dagger and rushed towards the two assassins.
(End of this chapter)