"But ......"

There was a straight-talking janissary with a bitter face, and he opened his mouth and said: "The person inside doesn't know who it is, the emperor left him alone in the palace, and there are assassins......

The smile on Zhuang Lijue's face was a little stiff, but it was also unnatural for a moment: "That one can rest assured, his words, you will know each other in the future!" “

God knows, when he said this, his palm was about to be pinched by his fingers, although Duan Jinrui hadn't said it explicitly these days, how could he not see the other party's irritability, how could he not guess why the person who had always been calm and self-contained was irritable?

Zhuang Lijue went to pick up Liu Moyan, Liu Moyan's injury was quite serious, even after more than ten days of cultivation, he only recovered the ability to walk, he couldn't see it from the outside, and the injury was extremely serious inside.

Zhuang Lijue is also selfish, he doesn't want Duan Jinrui to see Liu Moyan, he thinks that the other party has just ascended the throne, there must be a lot of things to do, the court, the harem, how many things are more important than Liu Moyan, if he can forget it, it's good, but, no matter how much selfishness he has, it doesn't mean that he can watch the heart of the beloved man flood, but he endures it alone and doesn't want anyone to know.

And Zhuang Lijue began to hate his current position, the commander of the palace guards, Duan Jinrui's thoughts, it was difficult for him to pretend not to know.

"Let's go, the assassin can come in tonight, the means are good, but why did he choose the time of the shift change, and those drugs are not something he can lay alone, if no one else answers, I don't believe it!"

I don't want to think about the two people in it reuniting after a long absence, what kind of joy and happiness they are now, Zhuang Lijue put all his thoughts on business, as long as he thought that if it wasn't for Liu Moyan to be one step faster, maybe Duan Jinrui would be as devastated as the floor he saw that was corroded by poison, and a chilling killing force would be unstoppable in Zhuang Lijue's heart.

Several guards who were close to Zhuang Lijue all felt a little chilled.

Zhuang Lijue was awe-inspiring because Duan Jinrui was almost injured, and Liu Moyan naturally couldn't let go of the assassin who looked extremely embarrassed and miserable in front of him, but he cut his assassin with a vicious look.

"Arrow, I wonder if you're curious about who this powerful assassin is and where he came from?"

The sword that was still in his hand was thrown to the ground casually, and Liu Moyan's left hand was gently rubbed at the wrist of his right hand, like a casual small movement, covering up the wound that was pulled open by force.

Duan Jinrui's mind was all focused on Liu Moyan, and when he heard that the other party was facing him alone, he said something like this, but he was a little unsafe: "An assassin, if you want to know something, there is a way to make her speak!" “

I didn't bother to glance at the assassin on the ground, for the current Duan Jinrui, it was like an inconsequential thing, and it was indeed insignificant, so I didn't care about it at all.

Duan Jinrui didn't notice the instant pain and resentment in the other party's eyes, but when the words fell, he suddenly pressed his hand carefully on Liu Moyan's shoulder, without exerting a trace of strength, but he clearly touched a thick layer of cloth that was different from the touch of the skin under the thick purple clothes, he was not a pampered nobleman who didn't know anything, he had also been assassinated, and he had dealt with the scars with his own hands, and his face was extremely ugly: "You are injured!" “

Not an inquiring tone, but an affirmative sentence: "Why didn't you inform me!" “

Questioning, his tone was anxious, obviously, this incident made the man very angry, compared to his own narrowly escaped death, Liu Moyan's injury itself was even more unacceptable to him.

Liu Moyan's body stiffened, and Duan Jinrui's hand on his shoulder was almost negligible, but that position was the place where Duan Jinrong was stabbed at the end, and he didn't know whether to be happy or helpless.

"I sent the Dark One with the most elite secret guards, the shadow guards to protect you, they actually hurt you, and they still hide from me until now, well, very good, it seems that I am really too merciful, actually ......"

Duan Jinrui carefully wanted to open the collar of Liu Moyan's clothes to check his injuries, his movements were very gentle, and the exact opposite of his movements was the coldness in his eyes and the solemnity in his words.

A slender fingertip was pointed on Duan Jinrong's wrist, making a clever effort, so that Duan Jinrui could not continue to exert force, Liu Moyan pulled up his somewhat scattered clothes with his left hand, and smiled helplessly: "I didn't let them say it!" “

He didn't wait for Duan Jinrui to continue to ask for the guilt, but directly stepped forward a few steps, with an inexplicable smile in his eyes, staring at the assassin whose body trembled as he approached: "If you directly drag me to the palace to treat my injuries, where can I catch this big fish!" “

Duan Jinrui didn't know why, Liu Moyan turned his back to him, and then, squatting down, the luxurious purple robe, soaked in the reddish blood on the jade ground, pure white, bright red, strong purple, the three colors complemented each other, for a while, as if a white proclamation, a picture of the most beautiful and bleak.

"This face is well done......"

Liu Moyan's hand gently stroked the assassin's cheek, admiring like this, Duan Jinrui was thoughtful, Liu Moyan's words and deeds were too strange, making him begin to pay attention to the assassin in front of him.

"It's a pity, it's a fake ......"

"Don't!"

In a terrible and hoarse, out-of-tune shout, Liu Moyan's two fingers in the middle of the food, a mask as thin as a cicada's wings, swayed lightly between his fingers, and the person who was broken in the tendon couldn't use his strength to cover his face, the only thing he could do was to subconsciously deflect his face to the other side, that was the opposite side of the direction Duan Jinrui was standing, that's it, the burned face, starting from the forehead, spread to the hideous scar under the nose, between the firelight beeping, twisted and turned, Like a living creature, hideous and terrifying: "Don't look at me! “

The wrist could not be strengthened, so he used his arm, and blood dripped from the severed fingers, rendering the ruined face more like a rakshasa.

"Willow ...... Hanlian? “

The one who called out this name was not the one who created Liu Hanlian like Liu Moyan with his own hands, but Duan Jinrui, who should have nothing to do with the woman in front of him.

"I have already ordered you to be executed, how can you still be alive!"

This face is so unique that he can't forget it as long as he sees it, but what Duan Jinrui recognized at a glance was the charming phoenix eyes that were similar to Liu Moyan that once occupied a little color in his memory, and Duan Jinrui couldn't admit it.

"Rui, Brother Rui, do you remember Han'er......"

Fang Cai also wanted to cover his woman, because Duan Jinrui recognized it at a glance, but forgot the pain, and looked at the other party obsessively.

"Liu Hanlian is a rebellious criminal, and his crime deserves to be a capital crime, and I recognize it!"

Duan Jinrui's face turned cold, and his tone was hard, although such an attitude was not gentle when facing him, but it was also bad in the face of others, which was equally unique.

Liu Moyan once guessed that Liu Hanlian liked Duan Jinrui, so when he suspected that this woman was not dead, and she was still in contact with Duan Jinrong, he was eighty percent sure that with the other party's heart, he would come to Duan Jinrui sooner or later, but Duan Jinrui's attitude and their conversation made him start to wonder.

"Brother Rui, how can you be so ruthless, you once said that you like Han'er, why did you abandon my affection like a shoe, I will do those things with Duan Jinrong for you, if you don't want me, how can I!"

Liu Hanlian shook her head and bit her lip, her blood blurred.

"Shut up! I used to treat you as Mo Yan's beloved sister, so I would treat you differently, who knew that it was all your lie! “

"Mo Yan, Mo Yan, it's all Liu Moyan, I love you so much, why do you only remember one Liu Moyan, you should die, you all deserve to die, Duan Jinrui, I'm going to kill you!"

Liu Hanlian's reason was completely cut off because of Duan Jinrui's words, she was obviously seriously injured, in this burst of hatred, her waist bent, and she actually bounced towards Duan Jinrui with strength, if it weren't for Liu Moyan's quick movements, reaching out and pointing at the other party's acupuncture points, I'm afraid she would really be attacked by her.

"Ink ......"

Duan Jinrui frowned, wanting to explain something, but he didn't know how to speak, and his face became more and more tense: "I didn't know your relationship before......

"Duan Jinrui, you lie, you obviously love me, if it weren't for Liu Moyan, if it wasn't for that slut, we should be together!"

"He doesn't love you at all, what he likes is someone like Duan Jinrong, he is with Duan Jinrong, you and I are together, what a perfect thing, why do you want to deny it, it was Liu Moyan who seduced you, it doesn't matter, I will make him regret it, I will make you regret it, I can't get it, no one wants to get it......"

Liu Hanlian looked a little confused, and as she spoke, she showed a foolish smile, with cruelty and viciousness, looking at Duan Jinrui and Liu Moyan.

Duan Jinrui's clumsy explanation, Liu Hanlian's vicious curse, Duan Jinrong's attitude that he was always sure of Duan Jinrui's relationship with him, the two met intentionally or unintentionally, and, at first glance, what he had forgotten, when he was young, he sighed at his little sister, what kind of person he liked, he didn't like people who danced knives and guns like his father, even he liked to dance knives and guns, he envied those men with literary temperament who were personable.