My father Zhao Kuangyin

Surprisingly, Su Xiao agreed to Zhao Dezhao's request to bring Ma Shi into the palace to identify the hidden accomplices and even their mastermind.

The Dali Temple was only five hundred steps away from the palace, separated by just one street.

And at this very short distance, on the wooden railing of a red building along the way, a black lacquered birch bow was perched.

Under the bright sunlight, Gao Qiong raised the bowl with his large hand, gulped down the wine, and then smashed it to the ground with a loud 'thud'.

"Which one is Ma Shi? Point him out to me!"

Upon hearing this, Guo Zhi, the clerk of Kaifeng Prefecture, twitched his eyelids but dared not delay for a moment and waved his hand.

"That's the one bound in shackles."

Gao Qiong was originally a rough and unruly man. He was ordered to assassinate Zhao Erlang, and he didn't care whether Zhao Erlang was by the carriage or not. He was completely calm and even boasted shamelessly.

"If Erlang is killed, our lord will gain the throne. What does it matter if I lose my life? At least my wife and children will be rich and powerful. I really don't know what you all think, or what our lord thinks."

Upon hearing this, Guo Zhi was so distraught that he wanted to cry but had no tears.

Shot Erlang to death?

You have the nerve to say that.

If Erlang really dies, how will my benefactor escape unscathed?

Given the current rivalry between the Crown Prince and his younger brother, if the Emperor were to learn of this, he would likely personally ride off on horseback, spear in hand, to put on a show of brotherly affection and respect...

Even if Zhao Pu dies, Erlang will not die, at least not now.

Besides, isn't there Shiro?

When the snipe and the clam fight, the fisherman profits. How can this deal be done if it results in a loss?

Of course, Guo Zhi only dared to complain in his heart; he certainly didn't have the courage of Gao Qiong to say whatever his benefactor said.

"Make way, I need to take a step to draw my bow, don't block my way."

"General, please don't be too loud. If someone sees us, it will be difficult to clean up the mess."

Gao Qiong said impatiently, "I've found that you scholars and literati are the most fussy. You can't do anything, but you keep making a racket."

Guo Zhi simply retreated into the side room and said, "Whether it passes or not, General, you will leave through the back door later."

"It's right next to the Imperial Street, less than a hundred paces away, how could I not pass?! I'm just waiting for him to get closer!" Gao Qiong said impatiently, "If you can't even withstand a trick, how can this kind of coward be the top scholar? A dog's foot top scholar!"

Guo Zhi disregarded whether the other man was making veiled criticisms and hurriedly went downstairs without looking back.

After saying that, Gao Qiong stopped talking and focused intently on glancing at it.

Unfortunately, today was the worst day; the sun was shining brightly, dazzling people's eyes.

His thick eyebrows blinked repeatedly, and hot sweat billowed out like mist.

The carriage rumbled along, for the prisoners were not far away, and Ma Shi walked on the inner side, relatively close to the red building.

The arrow was nocked, his large hand gripped the wooden arm tightly, and the bowstring gradually tightened with each breath.

"Whoosh!" An arrow shot out, disappearing into the bright sunlight.

"Bang!"

Perhaps due to the swaying of the road or the blinding sunlight, the arrow was suddenly blocked by the wooden yoke and embedded three-tenths of an inch deep.

Even though it missed, the impact still caused Ma Shi's body to sway.

But before Ma Shi could recover, his mind went blank, and his body trembled unsteadily, another arrow came whistling towards him.

"Pfft!"

When Zhao Dezhao lifted the curtain, an arrow pierced his head, and warm blood gushed out.

Blood splattered on his face, mingling with fine sweat, dripping down his face.

At this moment, a nearby officer immediately reacted, disregarding the fallen Ma Shi, and hurriedly lay down on the carriage shaft to shield him with his body.

"Assassin! Protect Erlang!!"

After the soldier shouted, the two rows of people who had been retreating were immediately thrown into a panic, like birds and beasts.

In this densely populated area of ​​the Imperial Street, some people looked up at the various pavilions, but couldn't see a single person in sight...

Two arrows, a full two arrows.

In the blink of an eye, right before his own eyes and in front of everyone, he assassinated a high-ranking official of the Imperial Secretariat and a serious criminal of the court?!

Lost in thought, Zhao Dezhao hurriedly rushed back into the car. He had been feeling nauseous from the smell of blood, but after a moment's thought, he was suddenly taken aback.

A moment later, he lifted the curtain again and looked out.

The people scrambled and pushed each other to escape, and Ma Shiyi, whose life was as fragile as paper, fell to the ground in a pool of blood, exposed to the bright blue sky.

These scenes caused Zhao Dezhao to momentarily lose his senses. Whether from shock or fear, his face began to twitch uncontrollably.

Before Anning had arrived for half an hour, the officials and soldiers who were blocking the carriage on both sides were all taken aback.

For no other reason than a sudden, muffled laugh emanated from the quiet room.