What's going on?
Before he could figure it out, more than ten masked men leaped out from the surrounding rooftops, each holding a long sword.
They surrounded the entire courtyard.
The leader shouted, "Kill!"
His voice was loud and clear.
More than ten swords were aimed at Jing Rong.
The commotion was so loud that Lang Po and Shi Ziran immediately rushed in with their guards.
The two sides were engaged in a fierce battle.
Swords and sabers flashed!
Those men in black seemed to be prepared to die. Their bloodthirsty eyes only saw Jing Rong, treating him as a live target. Moreover, their martial arts were extremely high. Whether it was in terms of martial arts techniques or methods, they were definitely not the same as Jing Yi's group of corpses.
Jing Rong picked up a sword from an assassin's hand and shielded Ji Yunshu behind him.
More than ten people crowded together in the courtyard.
It was a spectacular scene.
Suddenly, Jing Rong carried Ji Yunshu in his arms. With a leap of his feet, the two of them leaped over the wall and into the Wen family's workshop next door.
The men in black who were fighting immediately chased after them. Under the darkness of the night, another ten to twenty men in black appeared and blocked the people who were supposed to protect Jing Rong.
Those men in black continued to assassinate Jing Rong.
Jing Rong's every move was fatal, beheading several men in black.
The blood of the slain men in black stained Ji Yunshu's face. She could feel the warm blood sticking to her cheeks.
In the courtyard, the cloth hanging high up was torn down one by one or cut into two by swords.
The bamboo sticks that were used to set up the frame were also broken, and a crackling sound could be heard.
The courtyard was a mess.
Even if Jing Rong's martial arts were high, it would be difficult for him to defend against more than ten men in black.
Because he had to take care of Ji Yunshu on one side, he couldn't display his full strength. The men in black surrounded the two of them.
"You're courting death."
The man in black raised his sword and aimed it at Jing Rong's heart.
Jing Rong used the blood-stained sword in his hand and flicked it aside. In the next moment, he stabbed the man in the neck, cutting open a wound.
He died on the spot.
The other men in black continued to advance.
Jing Rong could only push Ji Yunshu back.
"Run."
How could she run?
It was a matter of life and death!
"If we leave, we leave together. If we die, we die together." She shouted at the top of her lungs.
"Let's go."
He pushed her again.
She fell heavily to the ground.
Jing Rong once again clashed with the men in black. Strangely, they didn't kill the defenseless Ji Yunshu.
Suddenly, she saw a sword thrust towards Jing Rong's back.
"Be careful."
As she shouted, she got up from the ground and rushed forward. Her back was firmly pressed against Jing Rong's back, and she spread out her arms to block the sword for him.
She widened her eyes, but there was not the slightest trace of fear in them. She stared into the eyes of the man in black. The man in black's eyes were filled with bloodthirsty killing intent, but when he saw that the person in front of him was her, he clearly shrank back. He pulled his wrist back, as if he wanted to withdraw his sword.
It was just that the strength of the thrust was too strong!
The speed was too fast!
Even if he wanted to change the direction of the sword, it was too late.
At the critical moment, a flute suddenly appeared in the air and deflected the sword. The man in black only felt pain in his wrist. His palm suddenly loosened, and the sword fell to the ground.
In the next moment, Jing Rong turned around and fiercely pulled Ji Yunshu to his side. The sword in his hand also took the opportunity to stab the man in black.
It went straight to the heart!
He died on the spot.
After the flute deflected the sword, a figure caught his own flute.
It was a young man in a light purple robe. His hair was tied up in a high bun, and the hair band on his crown swayed with the wind. He was truly an elegant and handsome youth.
His slender eyes glanced at Jing Rong and Ji Yunshu. Then, he moved to the side and fought with the men in black.
At this time, Mo Ruo, who was usually drunk, also rushed over to the Wen Family Embroidery to participate in the bloody battle.
Tang Si also came.
The silver whip in her hand was like a deadly chain that was entangled with countless chains, lashing at the bodies of those people!
"This grandaunt didn't kill you before, but now I'm going to start a massacre."
Soon, the men in black were all strangled to death. Not a single one was left alive.
In the courtyard of the Wen Family, several large vats of dye had been smashed to pieces. The water inside had all flowed out. The red, purple, and blue dye had all rolled together. In short, it was a complete mess.
The assassins lying in the wet water were mixed with the bloody blood. It was very scary.
"Your Highness, are you alright?" Lang Po jumped over.
Jing Rong turned to the young man in purple. "Thank you, young master."
The man in purple hung the flute on his waist and saluted Jing Rong. "It is my honor to risk my life to save Your Highness."
"Young master is?"
"This one is the young master of the Wen Family Embroidery, Wen Xian."
Ah!
He is the young master of the Wen Family?
As they were talking, the people of the Wen Family hurried over. When they saw the scene in the courtyard, Lord Wen and Madame Wen were terrified.
"This is …"
Jing Rong explained, "Lord Wen, these people came for this Prince. I really didn't want to dirty your courtyard. This Prince will order people to clean it up later."
"They came for Your Highness?" Lord Wen was shocked. "Who dared to assassinate Your Highness?"
He didn't know how to answer this question.
He only said, "This Prince has many enemies in his travels. Lord Wen, there is no need to be surprised."
"What's the matter, Your Highness?"
"Nothing."
Lang Po had already led some men to tear off the masks of the men in black. They searched their bodies for a long time before reporting to Jing Rong.
"Your Highness, I didn't find anything."
"Clean up the place quickly."
"Yes."
They didn't linger, nor did they give any explanation.
When they returned to Anchang Courtyard, everyone gathered in the main hall.
The atmosphere was heavy.
Tang Si, who couldn't understand the situation, wrapped the whip around her hand and said angrily, "Who did you provoke? Why are there always people trying to kill you along the way? This miss can save you once or twice, but that doesn't mean I can save you a third time. If it were me, I would find the person who wanted to kill me, cut him into a thousand pieces, and fry him in a pan of oil. "She looked at Jing Rong in confusion." I say, aren't you a prince? You're the son of the Great Lin Emperor, who would dare to kill you? "
She was chattering non-stop!
Everyone fell into deep thought.
Suddenly …
Jing Rong said, "Those people weren't sent by Jing Yi."
It wasn't doubt, but certainty.
He continued, "Whether it's their skills or their martial arts, they don't seem to be from the capital."
Lang Po asked, "Then who could it be? Since it's not Prince Yi, and they're not from the capital, who sent them? Those people are all martial arts experts. "
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