The cold God of War Prince is passionate about the peasant wife

Yuan Chong quickly knelt down respectfully.

But just as he was about to salute, his pupils suddenly shrank and his whole body froze.

How could this be?
What about his voice?
Yuan Chong held his throat tightly, but he couldn't make any sound.

But then he understood.

Xiao Sanlang.

Just now at Dali Temple, Xiao Sanlang gave him a pill, and it was that pill that made him lose his voice.

"Yuan Chong, you were just silent in the street, but you made everyone doubt Du Shoufu! What a good move, silence is better than sound!"

Yuan Chong was stunned.

He suddenly remembered that when he met Xiao Sanlang in Dali Temple, Xiao Sanlang looked like him.

It turned out that it was Yi who took his appearance and framed Du Shoufu.

Yuan Chong hurriedly shook his head and waved his hands in denial.

Sikong Yan smiled coldly: "Why, it's not enough to betray me, you have to despise me in person!"

Sikong Yan's eyes shone with bloodthirsty light.

Yuan Chong was so frightened that he kowtowed repeatedly.

But he understood that this plan failed and nothing he said would help, not to mention that he was still speechless now.

The only thing he can do now is to tell the prince the news that Xiao Sanlang is still alive.

Yuan Chong quickly raised three fingers to Sikong Yan, his expression anxious and sincere.

In an instant, Sikong Yan's smile became even stronger: "Yuan Chong, do you think I will believe you if you swear now?"

Yuan Chong was stunned: "..."

Suddenly, Yuan Chong's eyes lit up when he saw the blood at Sikong Yan's feet.

If you can’t say it, then write it!

Yuan Chong suddenly pounced on the pool of blood.

boom!
The moment Yuan Chong was about to touch him, Sikong Yan kicked him hard in the chest.

The vicious force directly broke Yuan Chong's ribs.

Yuan Chong vomited a large mouthful of blood and fell to the ground unable to get up.

"If you still want to assassinate me, come and hang me up." Sikong Yan said coldly.

Yuan Chong hurriedly thought about it before explaining, but the guards had quickly gagged his mouth, tied his hands and feet, and hung him on the beam in the palace.

Ah Leng was let go.

Sikong Yan came to Yuan Chong with a cold dagger and said with a smile: "How many cuts must be made on your body before you die?"

"Woo..." Yuan Chong tried his best to explain.

Sikong Yan had already cut his chest with a knife.

Yuan Chong struggled even harder.

Sikong Yan's eyes were full of excitement, and he cut Yuan Chong's body with one knife after another. The knife was neither deep nor shallow, but the bright red blood flowed down the body to the ground in an instant.

In the blink of an eye, the ground was red.

In the end, Yuan Chong gradually stopped struggling.

His face was pale and his whole body was twitching, but there was reluctance and strong hatred in his eyes.

One step away.

He was just one step away from it, and his son, the descendants of his Yuan family, could escape from humble status and return to glory.

Blame him for not being cruel enough.

He should kill Xiao Jingzhong himself...

Suddenly, Yuan Chong trembled violently and stopped moving.

died.

But in his unbending eyes, hatred burst.

"Trash!" Sikong Yan threw the dagger in his hand displeased.

Ayu stepped forward again to help him clean his hands.

The palace people began to clean up the blood and corpses in the palace.

At this time, Du Yizhi, who had gone to change his robe, came back.

There were two people behind him, one was the leader of the Sky Eagle Sect, Murong Fu, and the other was Du Qingxiao.

As soon as Du Qingxiao entered the palace, he saw the dirty blood on the ground that had not yet been cleaned up, and deep disgust flashed in his eyes.

Du Yizhi and Murong Fu saluted Sikong Hu.

Du Qingxiao also knelt down, but as soon as he knelt down, he fainted and fell to the ground.

For a moment, Du Yizhi looked embarrassed, and immediately kowtowed to Sikong Hu and explained: "Prince, forgive me, this useless thing has suffered from heart disease since he was a child, and he did not mean to offend His Highness."

Sikong Yan stared at Du Qingxiao on the ground in amusement: "In that case, let the imperial doctor treat him well."

"Thank you, Prince!" Du Yizhi immediately called for someone to take Du Qingxiao down.

Du Qingxiao was taken away, and Sikong Yan's eyes fell on Murong Fu.

Du Yizhi said: "Prince, he is the leader of the Sky Eagle Sect, Murong Fu."

Murong Fu saluted respectfully.

"The reason why Pingliang Mansion's plan failed this time is because the veteran used people poorly. However, Murong Fu was cultivated by the veteran himself, and the Sky Eagle Sect was built by the veteran. There will definitely be no mistakes in this martial arts conference." Du Yizhi road.

Sikong Yan sat down in a high position. Behind him, Ah Wu gently squeezed his shoulders.

Du Yizhi looked at Murong Fu seriously: "Murong Fu, in this martial arts competition, you must not let down the prince's high expectations."

"Murong Fu will never let down the prince or his chief minister." Murong Fu said in a loud voice.

Du Yizhi nodded: "Keep in mind the real purpose of this martial arts competition."

"Yes! We must do it so that no one is aware of it and no ghosts are aware of it." Murong Fu vowed firmly.

At this time, his eyes fell on the portraits all over the hall, and he whispered tentatively: "The prince is looking for someone?"

Sikong Yan's eyes flashed: "Have you seen my little beauty?"

Murong Fu quickly lowered his head and said flatteringly: "I have never seen it, but I will definitely help the prince find it."

"Okay, okay, okay!" Sikong Yan said happily: "Come here, reward me."

Murong Fu hurriedly kowtowed and thanked, then left holding the portrait.

Du Yizhi took a deep look at his leaving figure.

"Mr. Ge, we need to hurry up about Nanyue. Neither I nor my father can wait this long." At this time, Sikong Yan said coldly.

Du Yizhi knelt down again and said loudly: "Prince, don't worry. I have been preparing for the deployment in Nanyue for so many years. This time, whether it is the martial arts conference or those people, the veterans have made arrangements properly and will never let the prince or the emperor." Long wait."

Sikong Yan finally responded with satisfaction.

Du Yizhi retreated.

In the garden of the side hall.

Du Qingxiao was blindfolded, laughing and playing catch with several palace maids, and there was no sign of illness.

Du Yizhi looked at him with a cold expression, stepped forward and slapped him.

The maids were so frightened that they hurriedly retreated.

Du Qingxiao slowly took off the veil and sat down beside him noncommittally.

"You bastard, how dare you pretend to be sick and faint in front of the prince!" Du Yizhi raised his hand to hit him again.

Du Qingxiao directly handed the company to him and said coldly: "Whether I am sick or not, doesn't my great-grandfather know better than anyone else?"

Du Yizhi's expression suddenly froze.

Du Qingxiao smiled sarcastically: "My great-grandfather's loyalty to the Jin Dynasty is really evident. For the sake of the Jin Dynasty, he would not hesitate to treat his own flesh and blood relatives like this, just to help that thing that is worse than a beast."

Snapped!
Du Yizhi hit him hard.

In an instant, the left side of Du Qingxiao's face became swollen.

Du Qingxiao still looked at him mockingly.

Du Yizhi said coldly: "You know what to do."

After saying that, Du Yizhi left.

……

Bai Su came out of the small house and went directly to the restaurant.

Today, when Bai Su and Su Yang were discussing medical skills, they successfully promoted the restaurant's new dish - stinky tofu.

Now, the restaurants are packed.

Bai Su came to help.

She asked Xiao Jue to go back home first, and Xiao Jue silently stayed to help.

"Smelly tofu and fragrant tofu are so popular, but they are just tofu!" At this time, an arrogant voice sounded.

In an instant, all the guests in the restaurant looked at him angrily, but when they saw who was coming, they all silently lowered their heads and ate their own food.

Bai Su also looked over and narrowed his eyes when he saw the person coming in.

The person who came in was none other than Murong Yue.

I saw a group of Sky Eagle Sect disciples embracing Murong Yue as they walked in.

The seats in the restaurant are already full, and everyone else is queuing up.

But they came right in.

They walked to the best position and drew their swords.

The people who were sitting down to eat hurriedly took their unfinished stinky tofu and stood up to give up their seats and go to pay the bill.

I don't dare to argue with the Skyhawks at all.

Also, one is a helpless common man, and the other is the largest sect.

They can kill you with one punch.

Murong Yue sat down naturally.

Bai Su looked at her and smiled coldly.

I was so busy during this period that I didn't have time to deal with Murong Yue. I didn't expect that she would come to my door.

well.

"Are everyone dead? Where is the waiter?" Murong Yue said displeased.

Bai Su walked over with a sneer.

"My son really didn't go up the mountain. He wasn't eaten by a wild beast. He didn't die. He really didn't die!" At this time, a shrill cry sounded outside the restaurant.

I saw a woman holding the officer's robe tightly, refusing to let him go.

"Your son's body has been delivered to your home. Believe it or not, there is nothing we can do." The official pushed her away and left.

"That's not my son's body! Official, please help me look for it again. My son has been missing for eight days. He must still be alive..." The woman rushed over and hugged the official's feet. (End of chapter)