He hadn't taken off his drapery hat, couldn't see his face clearly, and...

It was so sudden that Jin Zhao was a little caught off guard. How could someone say such words so easily, as if they were saying: "Master, it's not unusual to go out for a walk again."

Jin Zhao definitely saw that his hands were empty and he was not carrying any weapons. The sword pointed at his chest. His eyes were light and there was no trace of fear, as if he was not afraid at all that he would actually do something.

"Once born and twice acquainted, why does the sixth son still cover his face? It's too outlandish." He raised his hand and picked it up casually, and the veiled hat fell down in response, revealing that young and immature face.

He is really not afraid of him doing it.

"You always knew my motives?" Jin Zhao clenched the hilt of his sword tightly, and the edge of the sword pressed against the cloth on his chest. The blue veins on the back of his hand revealed his unstable state of mind at the moment.

That's right, when he received the assassination mission of Minzhen, he had done a long time of psychological construction, but when it came in handy, his hand seemed to be petrified, and he couldn't take a step forward.

"Sixth Young Master's intentions are written all over his face, is it... hard to guess?"

It seems that he is too young to fight against the old fox.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Shen Li raised two fingers to pinch Jianfeng, "Why don't you make a move, Mr. Six, my guards will come over later, so... can you still escape?"

"Shut up!" He didn't know what to do, he just wanted to make a quick decision. What the old fox said was not unreasonable, but...why did he feel weird?

"You...you haven't killed someone yet, have you?" Shen Li raised his eyebrows intentionally as if seeing his embarrassment.

"Why are you in such a hurry, anyway, you are going to die today!" Just as he was talking, there was a sound of footsteps outside the door.

He was flustered for a moment, and was about to draw his sword to leave, but in an instant...

He felt the sound of the sword's edge piercing into the flesh.

He was sure and sure, he didn't do it.

Just at that moment, Shen Li's two slender fingers clamped the sword edge, and at the position where Jin Zhao was about to pull away, he swiped the sword edge and punched his chest.

He was already wearing white clothes, and blood flowed out of the clothes in an instant.

Looking at this scene, Jin Zhao immediately petrified on the spot.

"You...you lunatic!"

A trace of blood dripped from the corner of Shen Li's mouth, but even so, there seemed to be an evil smile in the corner of his eyes.

What an out-and-out pervert!

As soon as the voice fell, the door was quickly pushed open from the outside.

What the guard saw was Jin Zhao stabbing into Shen Li's chest with a sword.

Ting Yu pushed Jin Zhao away and ran towards Shen Li.

"Master, how are you doing!" He quickly supported Shen Li who was about to fall to the ground.

Xunfeng also entered the room, watching this scene in disbelief.

"Master, how could this happen?" Xun Feng hurriedly walked to his side, stretching out his hand to cover the bleeding wound.

Jin Zhao stood where he was, watching this scene, the soles of his feet seemed to have taken root.

Shen Li's gaze was fixed on him for a moment, and after a while, the corners of his lips parted slightly, "Ping Liang intends to plot rebellion, commit a rebellion, send killers to attack this king, and this king can't return to Beijing, wait...Submit it to His Majesty, take down the assassin... and put him in Tingwei's prison for strict interrogation."

As soon as the words fell, three or five guards quickly stepped forward and held Jin Zhao down.

Jin Zhao struggled to raise his eyes, and stared at Shen Li with extreme dissatisfaction, "What a royal uncle, what a good Shen Li, you can believe this opera by yourself!"

"Bold! How can you call His Highness's name directly!" The guard kicked his ankle, and a numbness hit him, and he obviously didn't stand still.

"Drag people down, this king... I'm tired."

He waved his hands weakly, his face was pale and exhausted, it seemed that he could not stand upright at all, and his whole body was weak and vulnerable.