Traveling through ancient times to escape famine, the prince led me to rebel

Chapter 390 Capturing Lan Zheng

After making up his mind, Lan Zheng lightened his steps, used a vermilion pillar as a cover, and quickly climbed onto the roof.

However, he never expected that the attic roof, which he viewed as a way of escape, would greet him with a dagger.

After Luo Xiaoran chased to the bottom of the attic, she found a position farthest away from the person who shot the arrow without any hesitation and climbed up quietly.

The original plan was to quietly climb onto the roof of the attic, then jump into the attic and launch a surprise attack on the person who shot the arrow.

Unexpectedly, the person who shot the arrow also wanted to climb up, although it was to escape, but when it came to "climbing the roof", he and Luo Xiaoran had a tacit understanding!

The first hand that climbed onto the red tiles on the roof was the right hand. The wrist was empty, and Luo Xiaoran did not get angry.

When his left hand came up and his head had not yet come up, Luo Xiaoran quickly inserted the dagger into the left hand of the man who shot the arrow, and broke his right wrist in the process.

"hiss!"

Lan Zheng wanted to scream, but he held it back. He groaned, seeming to be able to withstand the pain, but the bulging veins on his forehead could not deceive anyone.

Luo Xiaoran's movements were too fast, and the dagger was so sharp that it pierced through his left palm and nailed him to the side of the attic eaves.

Afterwards, Luo Xiaoran began to untie the crossbow on Lan Zheng’s left wrist.

Only then did Lan Zheng understand why his left hand was pierced by the dagger. It turned out that Luo Xiaoran wanted to steal his crossbow!

This woman was so scary. Not only did she guess in advance that he would go up to the roof, she also acted steadily, accurately and ruthlessly. She even had the leisure to confiscate his weapons!

The palace maids and guards who came to put out the fire finally arrived. Lan Zheng, a man hanging in the attic, immediately attracted a lot of people's attention.

Huo Qingyun rushed over as soon as he learned that the Heavenly Prison was on fire and was now at the front of the crowd.

He heaved a sigh of relief when he saw the familiar figure on the attic roof.

Afterwards, he arranged two groups of imperial guards, one to capture the young eunuch who was fighting with Wei An, and the other to work with other palace servants to put out the fire in the prison.

Lan Zheng was also a ruthless man. After realizing that the situation was becoming increasingly unfavorable to him, he forcibly removed his left hand from Luo Xiaoran's dagger, then quickly jumped into the attic and fled downwards.

Luo Xiaoran blinked. With this, the man's entire left palm must have been broken in half~~

But what does it have to do with her?

Putting away the crossbow, Luo Xiaoran continued to chase the man.

Huo Qingyun had been keeping a close eye on Luo Xiaoran's movements. When he saw her chasing the escaped eunuch, he immediately rushed over to help.

Lan Zheng was very cunning and good at disguise and escape, but both of his hands were disabled, so it was easy to find him among a group of eunuchs.

The young eunuch who fought with Wei An committed suicide with a knife before being caught by the imperial guards.

As for Lan Zheng... he was a man who valued his life, so he chose to surrender obediently.

"Why don't you commit suicide? Like that little eunuch in the prison!"

Luo Xiaoran loaded an arrow into the newly acquired crossbow, and then aimed at Lan Zheng, who was kneeling on the ground with his arms tied behind his back by the guards.

The surroundings were noisy and the fire in the prison had not been put out yet. Most people's attention was on the prison, and as for the confrontation in the corner... they pretended not to see it even if they saw it.

The commander of the Royal Guards was accompanying the future Princess of Yan to interrogate the assassin. How could they, the servants, have any say in that?

The muscles at the corners of Lan Zheng's eyes twitched, reminding Luo Xiaoran:

"The arrows are poisonous, please be careful."

"If you can't tell me who sent you to kill me, then you have no value to me, and there is no need for me to protect you."

Luo Xiaoran pushed the poisonous arrow in Lan Zheng's mouth forward, ready to shoot.