I, Zhu Qizhen, am not called the Son of Heaven!

"Isn't it an assassin?" the protagonist was slightly puzzled, and after a long wait of nearly an hour, the door of the room was finally pushed open.

The person who came was a eunuch in the palace, and when he entered the room, the eunuch immediately knelt down on his knees: "Please forgive the emperor, let the emperor be frightened." "

Zhu Qizhen waved his hand indifferently, but his eyes looked out the door: "Pingsheng, what is the situation outside, why is there an assassin all of a sudden?"

"Back to the emperor's words, the slave didn't know what the situation was, but there was a figure dressed in black, constantly speeding on the roof!"

"Okay, you go out!" Zhu Qizhen naturally knew that the original eunuch was afraid of his own blame, so he directly waved his hand to let him leave.

After the eunuch left, the door was closed again.

"Kunlun Mirror, do you perceive anything?"

"And it didn't. "

"That's weird. "He has not gone out of the gate for the past year, and the people in the rivers and lakes do not know that the person who got the Kunlun mirror is the current saint.

Logically, there shouldn't be assassins or the like.

It was the eunuch who looked at it, and obviously, this reason was not convincing.

After thinking fruitlessly, Zhu Qizhen decided to ignore this matter for the time being, and after letting Kunlun Mirror simply arrange an illusion around his body, Zhu Qizhen fell asleep peacefully.

After all, the Kunlun mirror is just a mirror, it doesn't need to sleep, if someone approaches the surroundings of Zhu Qizhen, the Kunlun sword will naturally give a reminder.

However, just after the protagonist lies down, he suddenly realizes that something is wrong!

At the same time, a hurried voice also came from the Kunlun mirror: "Run, he's next to you'!"

Previously, Zhu Qizhen and Kunlun Jing had their attention around the room

Who would have thought that this assassin had already arrived in the house and hid in Zhu Qizhen's bed!

But at the moment it was too late, because a dagger was already at the protagonist's throat, and in the futon next to him, a somewhat petite figure was hiding.

"Who are you?" Zhu Qizhen was not flustered, he wanted to slightly turn his head to look at the appearance of the person who came.

But the owner of the figure was also very cautious, and when the protagonist was just about to turn his head sideways, he felt that the blade on his neck suddenly tightened a little.

"Although I didn't come to kill you, if you make the slightest move, don't blame me for having no eyes on my sword." A subtle and light voice sounded, it was a woman.

Zhu Qizhen slowly raised his hands, indicating that he had no threat, and then he asked, his voice suddenly lowered, otherwise the maids outside the house realized what was going on inside the house.

"Who are you and what is the purpose?"

The figure did not have any answer, and in Zhu Qizhen's surprised gaze, the remarks suddenly began to twist, not knowing what the owner of the figure was doing.

After about ten seconds, the figure in the futon stopped twisting, and then a pair of white and tender little hands appeared in front of the protagonist's eyes.

In these hands, a piece of paper folded in half several times appeared.

"This is..." Zhu Qizhen glanced at the letter, and then looked at the darkness in the humiliation.

"Sending a letter in this way is really a helpless move, I hope I understand. After leaving such a sentence, he shook his hands slightly and motioned for Zhu Qizhen to take the envelope.