The emperor's favorite gentleman is enchanting

Chapter 154 Killing one as an example (1)
This woman is really killing people, she is covered in knives all over her body.

After finishing his military uniform, Xiao Fengge raised his foot.

"My son, the old prince invites my son back to the manor."

This Prince Zhong Zhong sent someone to invite, Xiao Fengge figured out what his old man's plan was with his toes.

"This son still wants to snatch a kiss."

The person who sent the message took it: "The prince said, don't waste your efforts in vain."

Xiao Fengge gritted his teeth and kicked him: "Get lost!"

The young man jumped three steps high, without changing his face, he continued to pass on the message: "The prince also said that even if the world is turned upside down today, the dead king will not appear."

These words followed Xiao Fengge's hair, he thought for a while: "What else did the old man say?"

"The lord said that his heart is blocked and he needs a waiter."

Heart attack?Need someone to serve?
Fart the fuck!Talking nonsense with your eyes closed is not afraid of blindness.

Xiao Fengge endured it, and waved his hands: "Go back to the palace."

So, the three hundred guards headed back home in mighty force.

Ginger, sure enough, is still old and spicy.

At noon, the guard of honor for the royal family was approaching the city.

In Weiyang Palace, the empress was in a state of panic. In the palace, it was so quiet that one could feel panicked. Outside the palace, a palace official came in, panicking: "Empress, the sedan chairs of the prince and the two young ladies of the Rong family have already arrived outside the palace."

Empress Wen stood up from the phoenix couch, "Where's Xiao Shi?" The empress's eyes were dark, probably because she stayed up all night last night.

"The dead king has not been seen."

Empress Wen pondered, with deep lines on her brows: "What's the emperor doing?"

The palace man was sweating, and replied: "Outside the Changxin Hall, the iron guards are waiting in full force."

In just one night, a group of unfathomable guards in iron clothes appeared out of nowhere in the Jiaolan Palace, the emperor suffered a disaster, everyone in the entire palace was in danger, and there was no celebration of the wedding at all.

Emperor Hui was imprisoned. At this moment, the queen could not hold her ground.After some thought, the empress delivered an edict to the outside of the palace: "I will pass on the decree of the palace. The emperor is in poor health, and the dead king is missing. The city gate is temporarily closed. Emperor Liang's imperial chariot enters through the side entrance of the east palace, and the ceremony of the Jiaolan Palace is temporarily suspended. "

The palace man fell to the ground: "Your Majesty, think twice, the emperor hasn't made a statement yet, the dead king won't mess with you, Rong Jiuna..."

The evildoer is even more annoying!
People who even the emperor is jealous of three points, it's okay to provoke them.

"I still don't believe it, that evildoer can really turn the sky over." Empress Wen snorted coldly, her phoenix eyes were full of sternness.

able!Really!

The palace servants fell silent, wiping away their sweat.It's a clear day, how could that evildoer from the Rong family interfere.

At this moment, outside the gate of Chengnan Palace, the world is turning upside down.

Surrounded by red silk, a bare hand in the sedan chair carried by 16 people opened the bead curtain, and a woman's Qing Lingling voice came out: "Hey, what is blocking the way?"

In front of the wedding sedan chair, the Royal Forest Army cut off the way ahead and waited in strict formation. The military commander stepped forward and cupped his hands: "I will temporarily seal the gate of the city by the order of the empress."

Wife, turn on the light to illuminate the toilet.

On the side of the sedan chair, Thirteen's mouth twitched: "Looking for shit" in his arms, the marshal opened his teeth and claws and pulled the red bow tied around his neck.

In the sedan chair, the woman smiled sweetly: "So it's a running dog of Weiyang Palace, no wonder, good dogs don't get in the way." The red sleeves were lifted, revealing the woman's red skirt, and said two words coldly, "Get out of the way! "

The five hundred Imperial Forest Army remained motionless, and their expressions remained unchanged.

"The general is out, and the military order has to do it. Miss Rong, offended."

In the midst of the tense battle, the Imperial Forest Army quickly changed its formation, and a tough battle was imminent.

"My concubine is impatient, so I'll say it one last time." The veil was flying, she was standing in front of the horse in a red dress, she had already pulled off her hijab, her pretty face was as cold as ice, she opened her lips lightly, "Get out of the way."

After a moment's hesitation, the military uniform issued an order: "Decree, seal the city!"

Immediately, someone moved.

Her quiet eyes narrowed slightly: "Who dares, I will use his hands."

After finishing speaking, there was a scream, the city gate was not closed, and under the lacquered palace gate, the man convulsed and fell limp to the ground.

She tiptoed on lotus steps, walked slowly to the palace gate, played with the fringed hijab in her hand, and looked at the struggling and twisted man on the ground with a smile: "It hurts."

The man raised his eyes, and what he saw was the woman's red embroidered shoes: "You, you..." His pupils were constricting, and his hands were hanging by his side.

A pair of hands were scrapped, but there was no trace of blood, but in the dim light, the silver needle on the man's arm was shining brightly.

She still smiled slightly, squatting in front of the twitching man, propping her chin: "I am a person who never jokes, saying that I will waste your hands, but I will never waste your feet." Her eyes were red with the tassel hijab in her hand, "Now, I want your life."

As the words fell, the red tassels on the fingertips turned slightly, passing over the man's neck, a trace of blood slowly oozing out, without struggling or even making a sound, the man fell down and lost his breath.

The air was tainted with a fishy smell, making one's hair stand on end. In the silence, the woman's wild voice resounded through the palace gate in the south of the city: "Get out of the way, this door of Xiao's house, even if I kick it, I will go in. Anyone who hinders me , so it will end."

Kill one to warn others, this dead princess of the Rong family, with her bare hands, is the most skilled at killing.The five hundred iron-clad imperial guards all turned pale, their hands trembling slightly as they held the arrows.

close, you must die; retreat...

Suddenly there was a rattling horseshoe, and someone came to report: "The Empress Dowager has an order, stop it." A decree was spread out, "Anyone who violates it will die!"

For a moment, the guards of the Hall of Harmony surrounded him heavily.

Alright, this old lady is also playing the trick.

Lifting her plain hand, the tassels flew up, Rong Qian said: "Then go die."

The silver needles were turned on the fingertips, the wide sleeves were raised, and the sky was full of cold white light. The woman was dressed in red, and the phoenix coronet and the xiamen jingled. In the dazzled eyes, the woman's face could not be seen, only a flash of red was in the air. The iron-bone man's arrows shuttled down, and his bare hands caught him straight. Every time, it was the lifeblood of the throat, and the blood-stained wind rolled up.

Apparently, the Shura field is nothing more than that.

The wind was calm, the woman's skirt fell slowly, and the wet blood on the dagger at the fingertips dripped down, smudged with red lines, but the tassels that dragged the ground were not stained with blood, but red wantonly.

Then, they fell down one by one, breathless, without moaning or struggling, and there was a pile of high bones in front of the gate of Chengnan Palace.

This is the first time that she has started killing.

Ten 23 was dumbfounded, the guards of Jiaolan Palace and Xiangfu were stunned, even the Marshal stared at his bony eyeballs without blinking at all.

This woman, it turned out that killing people was not only her method, but also her instinct.

clang……

The dagger was thrown on the ground by her, clanging, and the blood began to spread on the bluestone on the ground. Standing in front of hundreds of corpses, she wiped the blood from her fingertips with her red dress, and complained with the corners of her mouth raised: Dirty my wedding clothes, I really hate it." Leaning down, he picked up the fringed hijab that fell on the ground, raised his eyes, glanced at the squirming escaped man, and smiled, "Don't be afraid, I'm very gentle."

(End of this chapter)