He turned around and came to the window, but without directly looking out, he took a stick and pushed the window.
"Chichi!" Two arrows almost hit him.
He turned around and said, "Your Majesty, do you want to call for the Imperial Guard?"
Zhao Yancheng snorted: "No need, I want to see how many people come to assassinate you today!"
He was worried about how they would deal with Chu Li.
If Chu Li is directly destroyed, then several of his own people will also die.
But he was more angry. In the capital, someone was blatantly using bows and arrows. This was a slap in the face to the emperor himself. It was really intolerable!
Deng Yue said helplessly: "Your Majesty, I didn't expect Butian Tower to be so powerful. I underestimated them, so I'd better invite the imperial guards to come over. Otherwise, today I might..."
Looking at this stance, he could see that Butianlou had gone crazy and mobilized all its forces, not just assassins, but also secret forces, which must have involved the military, otherwise the bows and arrows would not have been leaked.
This is the capital, not a foreign country!
Although the Dingru Divine Monk is powerful, it is still useless against dozens of archers. They only dispatch a few archers now, what if there are more?
"No need!" Zhao Yancheng said coldly, his eyes like spitting fire.
He cupped his fists at Chu Li and said, "Master, I and Anfu's lives are entirely in your hands!"
Chu Li said: "Your Majesty, please feel at ease."
"As long as the master is here, I have nothing to worry about!" Zhao Yancheng said.
Princess Anfu glanced at the four sword-wielding youths and asked curiously: "Master, won't you kill them?"
These four knife-wielding young men had murderous looks on their faces. Their faces were ferocious and hateful. Even though she was usually weak, she wanted to kill someone at this time. No matter how weak and kind she was, she couldn't help but feel angry and murderous when faced with someone who wanted to kill her.
Chu Li shook his head and said, "Don't worry, maybe we can find some clues."
He is now more and more curious about the Butian Tower, and wants to find out their details so that he can destroy the Butian Tower, which will be a great achievement.
"These guys are so bold." Princess Anfu turned around and said with a smile: "Father, from now on I will go out of the palace with the master, so that's okay, right?"
She had been restrained, saying that it was too dangerous outside to leave the palace, so she had to sneak out every time. The last time she was assassinated, her father finally found an excuse and completely gave up hope of leaving the palace.
"Yeah." Zhao Yancheng hummed.
There is no one else around, they all ran away during the previous assassination.
"Master, will they come again?" Princess Anfu asked.
Chu Li shook his head: "This disaster is over."
"He's leaving now" Princess Anfu was surprised.
Zhao Yancheng hummed: "Really leaving?"
Chu Li said: "If the poor monk is not mistaken, he should have retreated... This Butian Tower is really scary!"
Creating such a large formation, carrying out assassinations at all costs, and then escaping immediately when there is no hope of success. This assassin's style of behavior is the most troublesome. If you can't find their lair, there is nothing you can do.
He looked at the four young men holding swords and shook his head. These four baits were useless.
He reached around their chests and sleeves and found some bits and pieces, including lighters, ointments, and some maps.
He picked out a few maps and handed them to Deng Yue.
Deng Yue took it and took a look, his expression changed drastically.
"Let me take a look!" Zhao Yancheng said.
Deng Yue handed over the map, which was hand-drawn, with their route of action, place of stay, and Zhao Yancheng's appearance written on it.
Zhao Yancheng looked at the maps one after another, his expression getting increasingly ugly.
Chu Li said: "There are many informants in Butianlou, and they are all well-trained. Commander Deng still needs to be careful."
Deng Yue nodded bitterly.
He is an expert in intelligence and assassination. One look at these maps and it is obvious that these maps are definitely not something that ordinary people can draw, especially the appearance of the emperor. It is really lifelike. It is obvious that he has received rigorous training to be able to draw it so accurately.
Moreover, these maps and portraits all have one author, eight pictures, and were painted by eight people.
With such an eyeliner watching him, his every move might be monitored, and someone would assassinate him if he wanted to.
Zhao Yancheng said with a gloomy face: "If the Butian Tower is not removed, I really don't know if I, the emperor, can be stable!"
With such assassination and intelligence capabilities, it was too easy to bring chaos to the court, and Deng Yue and the others were powerless to stop them. It was like closing their eyes and opening their chests and letting the sword attack them.
Deng Yue's face was full of bitterness. He really couldn't keep his position as commander!
Chu Li said: "Your Majesty, why don't you go back to the palace first? I will follow Commander Deng to find these spies and pull out some. Maybe we can find some clues."
"...That's all, thank you, Master." Zhao Yancheng said slowly.
Deng Yue hugged his fists gratefully.
"Bang bang bang bang..." Neat footsteps sounded, and then a burly man climbed up like an ape. Even if the stairs were broken, he could not stop his figure. He was tall but agile. It was Song Kun, the commander of the guards.
"Your Majesty, I'm late!" Song Kun knelt down on the ground and pressed his hand on the handle of the knife at his waist.
Zhao Yancheng hummed: "It's not too late, let's go!"
Song Kun nodded vigorously.
While he was speaking, a ladder had been set up below. The three ladders were tied together and built directly to the second floor. Song Kun bent down and said, "I will go down with your Majesty on my back."
"I can just go by myself." Zhao Yancheng waved his hand.
Chu Li said: "Come, poor monk."
Zhao Yancheng nodded: "Then Master Lao."
Chu Li held Zhao Yancheng's wrist with one hand and Princess Anfu's with the other. His sleeves fluttered down like bats. He tapped his toes on the ladder and landed smoothly.
Deng Yue and Gu Yuanhe quickly slid down the ladder and looked up at the messy restaurant. Thinking of the danger of the stone falling earlier, they still felt faintly in their hearts.
Under the strict protection of Song Kun and other imperial guards, Zhao Yancheng and his party returned to the palace. Then Chu Li and Deng Yue turned back and found eight people through eight maps.
Some are small traders, some are teahouse waiters, some are green skinners, and some are travelers staying in inns.
After finding it, Chu Li used a silver needle to interrogate him.
They only accepted the mission in their own hidden places and had not seen their superiors. Through the paper and pen and ink written with instructions, Chu Li continued to investigate.
"Bang!" The door of the courtyard was broken open, and Deng Yue led nine people into Zhihu's usual courtyard and pounced directly on the middle-aged man who was feeding chickens in the courtyard. Before he could react, he had already bumped into him.
The middle-aged man sneered, kicked his foot violently, and at the same time poked out a black iron tube from his right sleeve.
"Bang!" There was a muffled sound, silver light burst out, and nearly a hundred silver branches shot out of the iron tube.
The nine people suddenly had silver needles stuck in their faces, looking extremely terrifying.
Deng Yue took a step slower, but was blocked and avoided the blow. He was suddenly furious and drew his sword to kill.
The middle-aged man smiled disdainfully and poked out another iron tube from his left sleeve. It was the same as before, shooting out nearly a hundred rays of silver light.
"Bang!" Silver light enveloped Deng Yue.
"Ding ding ding..." There was a crisp impact, and the silver needles were blocked by the stone table flying in front of Deng Yue.
Deng Yue kicked his foot fiercely, drew out the sword with his long knife, and shouted: "Thank you, master!"
Chu Li threw the stone table out in time to help him block the silver needle, but he became even more angry.