The autumn wind rises, the night is long, and the cold moonlight shines on the solemn and solemn Prince Feng's mansion, even if there are ten thousand bright lights reflecting, it still can't cover the sad color that permeates the entire palace. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

White, as far as the eye can see, the whole palace can not distinguish any other colors except for the combination of white and black.

When the subordinates in mourning clothes walked through the main hall of the palace, everyone's faces would show a look of sadness, and then they bowed respectfully to the mourning hall, and then they were reluctant to leave.

In the main hall, from time to time there is a low cry, so that the hearts of the listeners are pulled together, as far as the eye can see, there is a well-made coffin parked in the huge mourning hall, and there are two rows of maids wearing mourning clothes and burning paper money on the left and right sides of the coffin, and the cry is also coming from their mouths.

Everyone's eyes were swollen like walnuts, the tip of their noses was red and purple, and it was clear that they had been crying for a long time.

Directly in front of the coffin, there sat a man who looked a little sloppy and decadent, but when he saw him holding a wine glass in one hand and stroking the painting on his leg with the other, his godless eyes were full of sorrow: "Kite......." ”

He is Si Youguo, the Phoenix King Wei Jue, who is known as the brutal and bloodthirsty, it is hard to imagine that the legendary man who is as handsome as a god would now kneel in front of the coffin with such a very different image and cry bitterly.

But seeing that his ink-colored hair was scattered indiscriminately, his eyes were blank, his beard was unkempt, and his clothes were wrinkled, without the slightest appearance of being lofty and graceful in the past, such a scene made the four men kneeling behind him turn their heads sideways, and the dignified men also shed tears of pathos at this time.

The night was deep, the cold wind beat the unclosed window, as if playing mourning music for this place full of sorrow, although the cold wind blew bitingly, but the people in the mourning hall did not seem to feel the cold, they raised their heads one after another, and looked at the portrait of 'smiling like a flower' on the mourning hall, Princess Feng Li, a light and cunning woman, a woman who was only twelve years old and in the mood for love, just left them......

In the painting, although she is black and fat, she is extremely ugly, but she still can't stop the smile that makes everyone around her extremely kind and dazzling.

Some people are beautiful on the outside, but some people are beautiful from the inside out, even if the appearance is unsatisfactory, but when her soul is beautiful to a certain extent, people will subconsciously ignore the flaws on her body.

Li Kite is such a person, a 'beautiful' woman who relied on her own charm to conquer the Fengwang Mansion.

"Master, it's late at night, can your subordinates help you down to rest?"

Qing Yu, who was dressed in a green robe and had a face like a crown of jade, was as handsome as a man, silently hid the pain in his heart, and asked in a dumb voice to the man in front of him who was still drinking.

"Yes, master, we can handle the rest, tomorrow is the day of the princess's funeral, you have to take care of your body!"

Another Qing Ye, who was dressed in a black robe and had a solemn face, also looked at the once high-spirited and domineering master worriedly, since the princess left, he had been drowning his sorrows with wine all day long, how long could he last like this?

"Don't bother to make it, how can Seventh Brother still listen to the way he looks now?"

Qingchen, who was dressed in a white robe and had a gentle face, glanced at Wei Jue lightly, and glanced at the ink painting on the top of the mourning hall, the woman in the painting was sitting by the lotus pond with a smile and laughing, such a dazzling smile, they can never see it again?

"But the prince, the master has not closed his eyes for four days and four nights, tomorrow is the day of the princess's funeral, how can his body stand it?" The cold face of the gray-clothed Qingxuan, who was silent behind him, could not see his emotions, but the worry in his eyes was undoubtedly revealed.

Qingchen stared straight at the man in front of him who was already in a trance, but his waist was straight: "I knew today, why did you bother in the first place......? Do you think that by torturing yourself like this, you will be able to wash away your guilt against her? It's too late, it's too late!"

With a "bang", the purple-shirted man who was sitting on the ground threw away his wine glass angrily, stood up with a portrait in his arms, his handsome face was full of coldness, and he raised his chin slightly with a miserable smile: "What did you just say......?

The slender hand trembled and raised, and the slightly misty eyes narrowed slightly, staring at the man opposite for a moment, deep and unfathomable.

The man in white looked at the strange brother in front of him, the anger in his heart exploded instantly, he clenched his fists tightly, and his eyes revealed distress and ridicule: "What if you say it again? Look at what you look like now? Where are your calmness, your wisdom, and your domineering? Is it useful to sit here all day long drinking in a daze? Can she come back? Am I wrong? You actually abandoned your sister-in-law for that woman, okay, and now that your sister-in-law is dead, are you satisfied?"

When Wei Jue heard this, he raised his chin slightly, and his narrow phoenix eyes were cast on the portrait above the mourning hall, showing grief, Iris, my Iris......

"Who dares to trespass into the Fengwang Mansion?"

Just as Wei Jue was in a daze at the portrait, several strong winds rushed to his side, and the mourning hall that was still shrouded in mourning immediately sounded a sharp shout: "Come on, catch the assassin, catch the assassin......." ”

The maidservants who knelt on both sides of the coffin quickly stood up and ran towards the courtyard, and here, in an instant, there were four tall and straight masked black-clothed people, and at the same time, dozens of light and wind-like figures around the palace also flashed out, instantly surrounding the entire palace.

Wei Jue sneered, slowly turned around, and pushed away the three Dharma Protectors who were blocking in front of him, "Get out of the way!"

"Lord Wang......" The man in the green shirt exclaimed, Wei Jue waved his hand indifferently, "An old friend visited, I don't know what happened, huh?"

As the words fell, they lazily looked at the surprisingly quiet assassin standing in front of them.

One of the four men in black, after hearing Wei Jue's words, couldn't help but chuckle: "Since it's an old friend, let's not talk nonsense, get out of the way, we have to take the people in the coffin." ”

"Let go of your bitch's big stinky fart, my sister-in-law, do you dare to rob it? Open your dog's eyes and see what kind of place this is before you speak, otherwise Lao Tzu will make you unable to eat and walk around." ”

As soon as Qingchen heard this, he angrily threw away his usual gentle side, and burst into foul language for the first time.

"Do you want to take her? ”

Wei Jue pushed away the man in the white shirt and went straight past him, his eyes were cold and fierce, like the coolest ice in winter, extremely gloomy.

However, the black-clothed man on the opposite side only smiled lightly at the corner of his lips, but his smile was not warm: "Oh? In that case, what nonsense?

When the words fell, he raised his hand and snapped his fingers, and there was a powerful murderous aura in his eyes, and in an instant, several black-clothed people waved the sharp swords in their hands and stabbed over......

After a fierce battle—

Looking at the long sword with a cold light on his neck, Wei Jue looked at the black-clothed man in front of him with a gloomy face, and scolded coldly, "Despicable!"

"Despicable? maybe...... However, if we don't have soft muscles, how can we subdue you? Who doesn't know the power of the war king of Si Youguo?"

With a cold smile, the masked man reached out and quickly tapped his acupoint, and then glanced at the person behind him, and the other four men stiffened as they struggled to resist, and they were stunned by their gorgeous beauty.

Wei Jue's eyes were glowing with blood, he gritted his teeth, and stared at the man in black in front of him: "If you want to take her away and kill this king first, why do you bother to do this?"

At this time, in addition to sorrow, his eyes were more annoyed, if he didn't drink, how could his alertness be reduced? How could he let these people ......succeed? Can't I even protect your body?

"Kill you, if we can, we want to cut you with a thousand knives...... Remember, Wei Jue, you have to live well, three years later, there will be an old man coming to the door!"

After the man in black glanced at him meaningfully, he carefully took out the petite figure from the coffin, and disappeared into the night with a light foot......