Chapter 900

Jiang Zhao, who heard everything: It's not impossible.

He only likes to read vernacular novels, all kinds of interesting stories, and doesn't like to read those books that are precious but look boring.

Let's talk about this later. It's impossible for him to read it every day.

In the future, I will ask people to print a few more copies as burial objects, so there is no need to rush to read it.

If the live broadcast room mentions that a book is seriously missing, he can go and read it when he has time to help complete it.

[In the future, when the host is on vacation and has time to go outside the palace to play, he can look at more things outside. Even if they can't be preserved in modern times, it's good to leave images. ]

[That's right, that's right. According to the records, His Majesty will make changes to the holidays of the palace people within a year. At that time, the host will have a lot of fixed rest time and can go out of the palace to play. ]

Lan Siyu didn't refuse this.

She didn't know if she could go back to modern times, because she came to a strange but familiar dynasty, and her inner panic had gradually dissipated.

[The host is distracted. Did he forget that you and His Majesty are being assassinated? ]

[Don't blame the host. Look at what His Majesty is doing. He is still roasting a rabbit leisurely. He just sprinkled some seasoning on it. ]

Lan Siyu came back to her senses and saw Jiang Zhao roasting a rabbit seriously. The rabbit meat was sizzling with oil. She was not very hungry at first, but now she is a little hungry. Originally, it was a few Xuanling Guards who roasted the rabbit. If there is no assassin suddenly appearing, Xuanling Guards can only temporarily give up roasting rabbits and deal with the assassin.

Except for the arrow shot at Lan Siyu at the beginning, no more arrows were missed. Xuanling Guards quickly formed a formation and surrounded Jiang Zhao and Lan Siyu in the center. Countless arrows were shot from a distance and were all shot down.

Eight Xuanling Guards formed a formation to block the arrows, and two Xuanling Guards dodged the arrows while running away. When Lan Siyu interacted with the audience in the live broadcast room, they had already arrived in front of the assassin.

The assassins found that they could not approach Jiang Zhao with bows and arrows, and even the archers were ambushed by two Xuanling Guards. They adopted the next plan. Many black-clothed men emerged from all around, all holding swords with cold rays, and rushed here desperately.

Lan Siyu took a deep breath, and her heartbeat never slowed down. Seeing that Jiang Zhao was still roasting rabbit meat, she was surprisingly not so scared.

"What am I afraid of? I am Lanlan, the tea maid, and I will not die this time."

[That's right, don't be afraid, host. Your Majesty is long-lived, and Lanlan is also long-lived. When your Majesty was eighty years old, he would take you with him when he went out to play. ]

Lan Siyu: Let her calculate her age. Her age is about the same as your Majesty, which means that when your Majesty was eighty years old, she was about the same age. If it were in modern times, she would probably complain about the exploitation of capitalists.

But your Majesty definitely didn't take her with him for slavery.

Along the way, except for small things like making some tea when she stopped, she really didn't do anything. Many things were taken care of by Xuan Lingwei. Instead, she seemed to be on a public-funded tour.

Why did His Majesty bring her along? Lan Siyu couldn't figure it out, and didn't dare to ask more.

When Jiang Zhao sprinkled the five rabbits and twelve fish with seasonings and roasted them on the fire, the battle between Xuan Lingwei and the assassin was over. He was digging the ashes with a wooden stick, and there were sweet potatoes and bird eggs buried in it. They were buried before. The sweet potatoes will probably take a while, but the bird eggs should be baked.

He dug one out and cracked it with a leaf. The aroma of roasted eggs came to the tip of his nose, attracting Lan Siyu and the viewers in her live broadcast room.

Remove the shell of the bird egg, revealing the slightly yellow egg white, the temperature is just right, and the egg is not burnt. Put the egg in his mouth and taste it, Jiang Zhao quickly dug out all the bird eggs in the ashes of the fire with a wooden stick. Almost done. It will be burnt in a little while.

"Lanlan, come and separate the eggs." Jiang Zhao said, pointing to the wide leaves next to him, "Use that."

Lan Siyu hurried to act. It was fun to do this.

It was like having a picnic!

[Host, remember to share if it smells good when you eat it later. ]

[I am so envious. The host can actually eat the bird eggs and sweet potatoes roasted by His Majesty himself. ]

[There are also roasted rabbits and roasted fish. ]

[Fortunately, the assassin came a little late, and Xuan Lingwei had already processed the rabbits and fish. Otherwise, we would probably still see His Majesty killing fish and peeling rabbit skins. ]

[Thinking about that scene, I am actually looking forward to it. ]

"Young Master." Xuan Lingwei came back. One of the people who followed Jiang Zhao out this time was Yuan Cheng, the Yuan Cheng who cut his own tendons in the world of the eldest senior brother. He and Yuan Zhi are brothers, so he took them both away.

"We caught one alive, his jaw was already removed, all dead men." Yuan Cheng and Yuan Zhi were different. This guy would get straight to the point no matter what he did. He would not talk unless necessary, and would pick out the key points when he spoke.

"It's hard work, eat. If you can't get the answer, forget it. There are so many people who want to kill me. If they want to kill me, it must be because my existence threatens them. It doesn't matter whether they come or not, I will make them uncomfortable sooner or later, no rush." ​​Jiang Zhao leaned casually on the tree stump and glanced at the assassin who was tied up. Judging from his appearance, he was only in his early twenties, expressionless, with dull eyes, like a wooden man without a soul, "Do you understand what people say?"

The assassin in black looked up and Jiang Zhao nodded: "It seems you understand."

"I won't ask about your origins, and I won't torture you. This will not work for you."

"In that case, you don't have to commit suicide."

What are the death soldiers? They are a group of people who have been brainwashed and are not afraid of life and death.

Since they are human beings, they are still flesh and blood. They are just brainwashed and instilled with some strange ideas.