Chapter 53： Ancient: Assassination

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However, after waiting for a long time, I didn't feel any pain.

He opened his eyes slightly and saw the curtain lightly looking at him with a smile.

North Jiangsu blurted out, "Aren't you gone?"

Mu Qinghan replied: "If the king is gone, your majesty is afraid of being a lifeless one."

North Jiangsu nodded and did not forget to flatter, "So I said that the Regent is a good person."

In fact, Qing Qinghan didn't know why he had to shoot, and he was clearly allowed to be injured in the north of Jiangsu.

If he wasn't sure, he hit the wall and sent it to his door, but he still shot.

The assassin was quickly taken down, but it was estimated to be the dead, and he directly bite the poison hidden in his mouth and committed suicide.

Subei thought it was boring, and guessed that it was the old man of the prime minister, but he still wanted to come here.

Suddenly, Su Bei's eyes rolled and he immediately covered his shoulders, "Oh ... it hurts! I am hurt!"

Then he rolled his eyes and collapsed towards Qing Qinghan.

The curtain lightly reached out with a reflective hand and suddenly smiled, this little fox.

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Since the prime minister wanted to assassinate, Subei gave him this opportunity.

The next day, news of North Jiangsu's assassination and coma came to the palace.

Although the prime minister who had folded many dead men heard the news, some could not sit still.

Now that you are in a coma, there is no need to wait.

But whether it is true or false, it is still necessary to enter the palace to explore the reality.

After thinking about it, Cheng Cheng entered the palace, and begged the emperor under the guise of visiting a doctor.

Before he entered the palace, he saw the Taiji in and out of the emperor's dormitory. After a long distance, he smelled a medicine.

Prime Minister believed a little, he didn't think there was any brain in the pustule in northern Jiangsu.

Seeing that a great doctor came out, he quickly stopped and asked, "How is your majesty?"

Taiyi just shook his head, and his expression didn't look so good.

But because he was not at ease, the prime minister entered the palace of Northern Jiangsu himself.

When he saw that Northern Jiangsu was lying on the bed pale and the gauze on his chest was still bleeding, he believed it.

A smile that will surely be on his face.

But instead of rushing out of the palace, he went to the queen's bedroom.

When he went, the queen was teaching the prince to practice writing.

Seeing the prime minister came, the queen asked her men to take the prince down.

The queen asked the prime minister, "Last night was yours?"

The prime minister touched his beard. "Naturally, this emperor is more restless, and you are almost the same. Simply let that position be changed."

The queen frowned slightly, apparently worrying more, "Last night, those dead men were helped by the regent, who recently seemed to have a good relationship with the emperor."

The Prime Minister disdainfully said: "Even if the emperor seeks the help of the curtain light cold, but with the tiger seeking the skin, you think that the curtain light cold has little thought."

The queen groaned a little, "What about the father?"

The prime minister said calmly: "Your Majesty, An'er, a child. If something goes wrong with Your Majesty, An'er will take care of herself."

"Let An Er play a big filial son first. As for the emperor, since the coma has passed, then don't wake up anymore."

The queen said she knew, "I will arrange it."

Prime Minister got up and left, "The old gentleman over the curtain will be working with him, don't worry."

After confirming that no one would come, Subei finally woke up from pretending to be in a coma.

He knew that if he had something wrong, the old man of the prime minister would have to sit still.

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