Chapter 230: Stealth Assassin

In the afternoon, the Bath Buddha Festival begins. The ritual was solemn, the cigarettes were dangled in front of the temple, and the people worshipped on their knees. The monks lifted the golden Buddha statue and sprinkled it with fresh water on the water. The ceremony was short but grand. All monks sat on the floor and recited the scriptures. The quiet Sanskrit harmonies make the heart gradually calm and empty.
Nie Wushuang knelt in the palace and watched the monk carrying the golden statue of the Lord Buddha and slowly walked around the believers. Xiao Fengying's eyebrows gradually appeared in the rising cigarette, and she was a little hesitant for a while. He was always this way, calm and full of imperial energy.
Perhaps for him, the most important thing in his heart is the boundless rivers and mountains, the devout people before him.
Nie Wushuang sighed quietly and was about to close her eyes and read the sutra. Sudden changes suddenly occurred.
I only heard a very slight "du" sound in the sound of chanting, and a cold light shot over the crowd from a height to the clear yellow. With a flutter, almost a light voice came. Nie Wushuang raised his head, widened his eyes, and saw Xiao Fengxi slowly fall down.
Heaven and earth seemed to suddenly darken, and everyone was shocked. Nie Wushuang only felt that the whole blood suddenly fell back to his heart, forcing the heart to suddenly stop beating.
The queen screamed after knowing her, and supported Xiao Fengxi. Nie Wushuang turned back to his feet and crawled up from the ground. Into the eyes is Xiao Fengyu's painful face. A sharp arrow slung over his shoulder!
"There are assassins! There are assassins!" The Guards screamed when they saw the emperor injured, and drew out a sword to them. The gold knife guards around the emperor were even more tense, blocking them in front of the emperor. The people kneeling on the ground screamed and fled. The monks were also panicked.
Nie Wushuang and the queen helped Xiao Fengxi. Xiao Fengxi said in a deep voice: "Back to the temple!" The queen was already scared to tears, and the big prince on the side was at a loss.
Nie Wushuang supported Xiao Fengshou, and pulled the queen: "Hold the big prince into the temple." Then the queen suddenly came to her senses, quickly hugged the big prince and screamed, "Escort! Hurry up!"
At this time, the people at the bottom had messed up into a pot of porridge. They desperately tried to squeeze it out, but they were stepped on the feet behind them. The Guards surrounded the emperor, but they could not resist the crowds of people who were collided by the crowd. wave.
Nie Wushuang helped Xiao Fengyu to walk to the temple, and the Queen Mother had her own guard back to the temple. Nie Wushuang saw the queen mother's calm and watery face in her puppet, and she was slightly surprised, but she had no time to think about it, so she could only withdraw with the Golden Guard.
The heavy temple door was heavily closed. Only the people and believers who were still scared outside the temple remained messy.
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The guards in the temple were tightened. Nie Wushuang walked around in the mission room prepared for the emperor. Xiao Fengyi was lying on the soft couch, and his dragon robe had been untied, revealing arms. A long arrow stuck in his scapula. The accompanying elder doctor trembled open his shirt with a knife, exposing the wound that was shot by the arrow.
Nie Wushuang held his breath and stepped forward and asked, "Medical doctor, is there any poison on this arrow?"
The Physician took a closer look and breathed a sigh of relief: "It's not poisonous. But it's a little worse ..." He snorted quickly. If the archery man only needs to be more precise, the arrow will hit the emperor's neck. At that time, even the big Luo Jinxian can't save it. Not poison, is it because the archery person is too conceited, confident that he can hit it in one shot, or because he is reluctant to apply poison?
Nie Wushuang doesn't know which one, but this non-toxic news is indeed good news.
Although Xiao Fengzhen's face was pale, he still did not lose his calmness: "Medical doctor, pull arrows!"
The Taiyi doctor was shocked to hear: "The emperor ... this ... this in case I hurt my veins ... this ..."
Xiao Fengyan's eyes sank: "Are you going to die like this?"
His tone was already very severe, and the doctor was frightened: "Weichen dare not, Weichen dare not!"
"Then pull the arrow!" Xiao Feng shouted, and her pure black eyes revealed firmness: "How to heal the wound without pulling the arrow?" Cut off the flesh next to it ... "
Xiao Fengxian's face was calm: "Supporting you is not raising a bunch of waste! Needless to say nonsense!"
The doctor took the knife and slowly cut the flesh on the side of the arrow. Each knife poured more blood. Nie Wushuang sat on his knees and wiped it with a clean silk cloth. The queen on the side couldn't help but vomited. With a sound, he couldn't stand the smell anymore and rushed out.
Xiao Fengying was sore in cold sweat that he looked at Nie Wushuang aside and reluctantly asked, "Aren't you afraid, Shuanger?"
Nie Wushuang knew that he was talking to her only to divert his attention, and he kept himself from looking at the flesh and blood of his shoulder, and shook his head: "I'm not afraid of him."
Xiao Fengxu held her hand. At this moment, the Taiyi doctor had cut away the flesh next to him and said nervously, "The emperor, Wei Chen is about to draw an arrow."
Nie Wushuang glanced at it. The arrow was so powerful that it almost had to penetrate Xiao Fengshou's shoulders. She looked at the gray hair of Taiyi and said quickly: "Go and ask a guard to pull it. . "
The Taiyi was relieved, and nodded again and again: "Yes! Yes!
Xiao Feng suddenly smiled pale: "Why is it so troublesome, pull yourself!" He finished holding the arrow with his uninjured hand and suddenly pulled it out. A blood arrow suddenly burst out. When the half-fleshed arrow feather in his hand came to his senses, he quickly blocked his bleeding wound with a clean silk cloth. The doctor also rushed to get the good Jinchuang medicine and spilled it, which caused the bandage of Xiao Fengyu's wound properly.
When everything was handled properly, Nie Wushuang was tired and sat aside. Fright then spread from the bottom of my heart: Xiao Fengying was almost killed by this arrow feather that fell from the sky.
She lifted her eyes, facing his dark eyes, and couldn't help holding his hand: "The emperor, you're fine."

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