"Bring it here." Si Ningchi sat up with his arms supported.
"Yes." Qian'er was stunned for a moment, then stood up and walked forward with the soup. She held the soup bowl firmly in her hand and handed it to Si Ningchi. She lowered her head in such a humble manner.
Si Ningchi glanced at her, and just as he was about to reach out and take the bowl, he saw a hand stretched out to block his hand.
She was slightly surprised and turned to look at Shen Ting. Seeing that his face was a little ugly, she stared at Qian'er for a moment and said, "What did you just touch?"
Qian'er's hand holding the bowl tightened, she raised her head and said, "I wonder what my father-in-law means?"
"It tastes wrong." Shen Ting frowned and stared at Qian'er. His eyes fell on the soup bowl in her hand for a moment, and he was about to say something.
Unexpectedly, Qian'er, who was approaching, suddenly let go of the bowl in her hand, took out a dagger from somewhere, and thrust it into Si Ningchi's heart without hesitation.
The ferocious-looking palace maid tore off her disguise, her eyes full of resentment and hatred: "Go to hell!"
This turn of events caught her off guard, and she was so close that even the palace attendants around her didn't expect it.
Si Ningchi raised his eyes and saw the dagger with a cold light coming towards him. His eyes were so cold that he didn't even try to avoid it. Su Yun almost screamed.
At this critical moment, Shen Ting reached out and grasped the blade of the dagger. His eyes were full of anger and his other hand directly grabbed her neck. Under everyone's horrified gaze, he broke her neck.
"You deserve to die." The tone that contained murderous intent had no intention of letting go after breaking her neck. The hand holding the blade never let go, and her body trembled slightly as if she couldn't control it and wanted to kill Qian'er. Tear into pieces.
"Chen Ting." Si Ningchi's call sounded from behind. The violent man suddenly loosened his grip and threw away Qian'er's dead body. His body trembled slightly and he turned around with a bit of nervousness and fear. He glanced at Si Ningchi with extreme caution and fear.
She, she saw...
Saw him kill someone.
Shen Ting lowered his head and knelt on the ground, trying to open his mouth to speak, but found that he was unable to open his mouth at all under the huge fear.
Si Ningchi lowered his eyes and looked at the kneeling Shen Ting, curved his lips and reached out to lift Shen Ting's chin, forcing him to look at him, and said in a brisk tone with a bit of joy: "Well done."
Such a light compliment instantly defeated all the fears in Shen Ting's heart. He opened his eyes blankly and looked at Si Ningchi, at her beautiful smile, and the eyes that looked at him with such joy and joy. I was half disgusted with him, but even when he showed such a ruthless side, I never disliked him.
The Queen...
"Empress! Are you okay!?" Suyun seemed to have recovered from the fright, and crawled in front of Si Ningchi, her face turned pale with fright.
"Come, come! There is an assassin!" Su Yongde finally found his voice and shouted in a high voice. The guards outside rushed in and saw only the corpse of the assassin whose neck had been broken.
The news of the queen's assassination shocked the entire palace.
When Zhao Zongheng heard the news, he almost rushed into the hall. Xu ran in a hurry and seemed to fly in when he crossed the threshold, which actually shocked Si Ningchi.
"Injured?" Zhao Zongheng's face was extremely ugly, and there seemed to be panic that had not dissipated in his eyes. He was half-hearted when he saw Si Ningchi sitting upright, but then he saw the blood-soaked cloth on the table, and his eyes changed. It sank.
"My concubine is fine." Si Ningchi shook his head and stood up. He glanced at the cloth on the table and whispered: "That's Shen Ting's blood. Shen Ting's hand was injured while saving his concubine. It was contaminated with blood." Bloodstains."
Zhao Zongheng closed his eyes and reached out to hold Si Ningchi's arm. Even he didn't realize how scared he was after hearing the news.
"It's fine." Zhao Zongheng frowned slightly and said, "It was my negligence."
"It has nothing to do with the emperor. The assassin has been killed. It's okay." Si Ningchi took Zhao Zongheng's hand and said: "I just didn't expect that she would dare to commit such a bold attack. If Shen Ting hadn't noticed the clues, I'm afraid..."
Zhao Zongheng's expression became even more ugly when he heard this. This was the Xuanming Palace, and he dared to commit murder right under his nose. It seemed that the palace maid had no intention of leaving alive.
Such a desperate move is really frightening.
Zhao Zongheng suddenly began to think seriously about the arrangements for the guards in Fengwu Palace.
Qian'er could really hold back, holding the Queen like an obedient dog, and letting her relax her vigilance before killing her. The soup was indeed poisonous, and even a certain piece of the pastry was poisonous. .
She was determined to kill Si Ningchi. If Shen Ting hadn't smelled it and stopped him, Si Ningchi would have been either assassinated or poisoned.
"I didn't hear what you said earlier, Shen Ting will use martial arts?" Zhao Zongheng learned the whole story. On the one hand, he was frightened, but on the other hand, he was secretly grateful. Fortunately, Si Ningchi had Shen Ting by his side.
"I only found out today." Si Ningchi blinked and said with a very grateful expression: "Shen Ting saved my life, the emperor won't blame him for hiding it, right?"
"Am I so unreasonable?" Zhao Zongheng looked at Si Ningchi and smiled helplessly and said, "Just keep it, I won't steal your people."
"Thank you, Your Majesty. Your Majesty really understands justice~"
Zhao Zongheng: "..."
She had long known that Shen Ting was extraordinary in martial arts, but she didn't know if Shen Ting was like this now. So when Qian'er assassinated her just now, she didn't give in. She was betting that Shen Ting would take action so that she could find out more about Shen Ting. Is he still a waste now, or has he just begun to show his talents?
If you ask her, she's not afraid of losing the bet...
Never thought about it.
She doesn't want to miss such an exciting thing, ha~
Shen Ting went to bandage the wound, and Si Ningchi also returned to Fengwu Palace. She was sitting on a chair in the inner hall. Shen Ting entered and knelt down with his head down without saying a word.
"Go down and recuperate." Shen Ting was originally waiting for Si Ningchi to hold him accountable. He had already made plans to answer truthfully no matter what she asked. However, he did not expect that Si Ningchi would remain silent. .< /p>
Don’t ask why he knows martial arts, don’t ask about his killing skills, and don’t ask how he noticed the strangeness.
She seemed to trust him completely without reservation.
Shen Ting raised his head and stared blankly at Si Ningchi, looking at the fair and stunning face under the candlelight, which was just as stunning as the first time he saw it. He didn't know what was wrong with him, but he knew, There is a kind of sinking that only takes one look, but now he is deeply involved in it without even the slightest intention of struggling.
He is willing, willing...
"Empress, this servant will always be loyal to you." Shen Ting lowered his head and kowtowed to Si Ningchi.
