Chapter 1 The Emperor Summons to Assassinate the Prince
The cold water slowly slid over the smooth and jade-like skin, mercilessly stimulating Chi Guoguo's body. It was as if it was always reminding her of the identity that she could never get rid of!
Who would have thought that in the 21st century, she was an agent. After inexplicably traveling here, she would turn out to be a professional killer!
No! The correct statement is that the owner of this body is actually a professional killer!
Xue Meitong suddenly discovered that she was destined to be associated with a career like an agent killer for the rest of her life!
She stretched out her hands, poured a handful of water, and placed it where she could see the light. The water in her hands reflected a dazzling light under the candlelight, and slowly slid down her fingers, leaving only a pair of pale eyes.
Paper bloodless hands.
The water is so crystal clear, but it still cannot be grasped.
Just like herself...
She suddenly let out a hint of mockery.
Once you get it, you can't escape. That was the case then, and it's still the case now! It's even more deadly than then, and it makes her even more exhausted mentally and physically!
well!
During the time she stayed here, she vaguely figured out some things.
The country she is currently in is called Fengyu Country, and this is Shengjing, the capital of Fengyu Kingdom. The owner of her body is also named Xuemei Tong, the fourth lady in Shengjing's famous pavilions and flower-filled buildings, whose true identity is...
…
"Miss Fourth!"
Frustrated, he immediately sank his body heavily into the water. He was so focused on his thoughts just now that he didn't notice anyone coming in.
Just as she was about to look back, a pair of warm hands touched her smooth shoulders, with just the right amount of force to knead the stiff and sore muscles in her shoulders.
She sighed comfortably, "Xiaolian, your gestures are so good!"
"Fourth Miss..." Xiaolian said softly while relieving Xue Meitong's muscle fatigue, "Mother Rong ordered me to come and deliver the message..."
Aunt Rong? Nothing good happens! Nothing good happens!
Speaking of Aunt Rong, on the surface she is just an old nanny who serves all the ladies in the flower-filled building. But in fact, everyone in the building has to obey Aunt Rong’s instructions and orders, and that person’s will
, will always be conveyed only through Grandma Rong.
Therefore, Xue Meitong always believed that Grandma Rong's identity was not as simple as she seemed on the surface.
"Xiaolian, what did Aunt Rong say?"
Xiaolian replied: "Aunt Rong asked me to tell the fourth lady that the emperor will declare you to be a saint in the palace."
Entering the palace to meet the saint?!
Sure enough!
Xue Meitong lamented in her heart.
You can never escape what is coming!
"Tell Aunt Rong to go as soon as I change clothes!"
"Yes, Miss Fourth!"
Xiaolian responded, bowed and retreated.
Xue Meitong washed herself briefly, then got up and left the bathtub, changed into night clothes, washed herself neatly, and galloped towards the palace in a hurry.
…
Night, quiet and peaceful.
The brightly lit inner courtyard of the palace was full of guards patrolling at night. But she, the fourth young lady with flowers all over the house, guarded her identity that could not be known, so she could not enter the palace openly and could only risk being regarded as an assassin.
Taking the risk, he pushed his Qinggong to the extreme, climbed over eaves and walls, passed through the densely lined Wei E palace, and found the imperial study room by relying on his memory.
This should be her second visit to the Imperial Study Room.
The first time was on the second day after she arrived at Huamanlou. Hai Cuiling, the manager of Huamanlou, suddenly knocked on her door late at night, woke her up, and took her all the way to the palace to meet the emperor.
Only then did she learn the unknown and mysterious identity of the owner of this body—the thirteenth secret guard of Emperor Feng Long Xiang.
Tonight, it was her turn to come alone to meet the emperor.
In the imperial study room, red candles flickered.
Feng Longxiang was concentrating on reading the first batch of memorials. When he heard the sound of ragged clothes at the door, he knew that someone was coming!
As soon as Xue Meitong's footsteps landed at the door of the imperial study, she saw the eunuch Xiao Linzi who was guarding the door and sitting dozing against the door panel. She shook her head slightly, secretly thinking that the eunuch was really pitiful, and stretched out her hand to push open the door of the imperial study.
"The Thirteen Secret Guards, with their snowy eyes, see my emperor, long live, long live, long live."
Bend your knees, kneel down, kowtow to Fenglong Xiang, imitate what is played in the TV series, and say long live the three times.
"Your Qinggong is pretty good."
Fenglong kept his eyes straight as he read the first batch of memorials. He seemed not to notice that there was someone suddenly in the imperial study room.
Xuemei Tong replied respectfully: "Thank you for the compliment, Your Majesty, I am ashamed to say that I don't deserve it!"
"Your name is Xue Meitong?"
"If I return to the emperor, my subordinate is Xue Meitong."
"According to what Hai Cuiling said, you just graduated from the imperial court?"
The so-called "leaving the court" does not mean that a girl gets married or becomes an oiran, but refers to someone who has just received training from the Dark Tower, passed the exam, and been approved to perform tasks for the emperor. The so-called Dark Tower is the killer agent organization used by the royal family.
"Yes, Your Majesty!"
Although Xue Meitong didn't know what kind of hell torture the owner of this body had experienced in the Dark Tower before, she knew that the owner of this body had indeed just come out of the Dark Tower not long ago. The last time Hai Cuiling brought him
Her entry into the palace was to introduce her to the emperor and make her aware of her identity and responsibilities.
Feng Longxiang said: "I have a task for you to do!"
Okay! She knew that nothing good would happen if she entered the palace this time!
"Yes! Please give your orders, Your Majesty!"
Fenglong frowned and said majestically: "Although you are just starting out, this matter may be too difficult for you, but you can just treat it as exercise! You must always remember your identity. If you are caught by mistake,
You should know the rules!"
Xue Meitong lamented in her heart. The so-called rules are nothing more than committing suicide by biting poison. She is young and does not want to die like this! No matter what, she absolutely cannot let her life be left to her like this!
"Yes! Your Majesty! I understand!"
"I heard your mission clearly!"
"Please give me your orders, Your Majesty!"
"Assassinate the God of War Prince Feng Qingge!"
Xiami?! Assassinate the God of War Prince Feng Qingge?!
Feng Qingge, Feng Qingge, that is the legendary figure of Feng Yuguo! Feng Qingge commands the three armies. It is said that on the battlefield, he has a bronze ghost face covering his face, rides a black thousand-mile horse Juechen, and holds an ancient god in his hand.
The sword burns silently, blood splashes everywhere as it is turned and pulled, the murderous aura shakes the sky, the souls of all the troops fly away, the strong wind rolls up thousands of piles of snow, the blue clouds stand proudly in the sky and the earth, making countless people surrender willingly, they are invincible in battles, and they are invincible in all attacks, so they are called
For "General God of War"!
Of course, Xue Meitong didn't know whether the rumors were exaggerated or not! However, if she was asked to assassinate such a brave general who was so bloody on the battlefield, Xue Meitong could already foresee her own tragic fate. How could she be Feng Qingge's?
Opponent, woo hoo!
However, Feng Longxiang's words completely hit her bottom, "You can use a honey trap when necessary!"
Xue Mei Tong wants to cry but has no tears.
Feng Qingge was a well-known cold-blooded general who killed many people on the battlefield. He had been on the battlefield for many years and was weathered. She must have been a rough and bearded man, with a masculine smell of sweat and body odor. She didn't want to be eaten by such an ugly man.
Tofu! If it’s that hot spring beauty... that’s pretty much it!
Ouch! Why is she thinking about that beauty again?