Chapter 53: Why
Duan Chenjing raised his eyes to look at her, his eyes were cloudy, and he also did not allow any objections. Pen fun and pavilion www.biquge.info
Walking in front of him against the wind, it can be regarded as respectful and polite, "Lord Muqi doesn't know that this woman is a felony who assassinated the court officials, and her body will be handed over to the Criminal Department for disposal." β
Duan Chenjing looked down at her, "If you say, what if this king wants it?" Since Red Sleeves called him a word of Lord, he naturally had to fulfill the obligation of being a master. Red Sleeves is willing to be arrested in order to save them, even if it is not for Leng Chen, for the sake of this morality, he will not sit idly by.
Headwind took two steps back, and his hand slowly touched the hilt of the sword, "Then the headwind will be forgiven." β
Duan Chenjing glanced at her hand on the hilt of the sword, and then looked at her again, "Since General Headwind insists on doing this, then don't blame this king for being rude." β
After saying that, he used his fingers as pliers, and first buckled the neck of the headwind, making her unable to move.
The surrounding soldiers drew their swords one after another, and the Yulin Army also stretched out their bows and swords, and the spearhead was directed at Duan Chenjing. The crowd that was still watching the excitement just now, from the moment they started, immediately dispersed like birds and beasts.
Duan Chenjing has never liked to do things that threaten others, but in this situation, he has no choice. After all, the Yulin Army is a royal army, and once there is a bit of trouble, someone will definitely come to support. He just wants to solve it quickly, and if things get big, it's not good to involve a lot of people. Now, it's not time to go head-to-head with An Hongxi.
He swept his eyes coldly over the group of soldiers who surrounded them, "If you don't want to see General Headwind die here, let this king get out of the way." β
I don't know if it was because the headwind was in his hands, or because his own murderous aura was too strong for people to dare to approach, they took a step further, and those people took three or two steps back, consciously making way for them.
Duan Chenjing walked up to a big horse, took the body of the red sleeve from one of his subordinates, pushed the headwind forward, turned over on the horse, and swept away with a wave of the horsewhip.
Those Yulin soldiers also turned over on their horses one after another, but the headwind raised their hands and stopped their next movements, "Don't chase it, go back to the palace first and ask the emperor to decide." β
With that, he left, leaving those men looking at each other.
Imperial Studyββ
An Hongxi sat in front of the desk in a bright yellow dragon robe, and there were stacks of reviewed recitals on the table. A delicate hollow unicorn incense burner burns incense, floating in the air, rising and drifting, lingering and lingering.
Kneeling on the bluestone slab in front of him, heading slightly, fingers pinching the corners of his clothes, there was a trace of panic and nervousness in his expression.
On weekdays, she looks majestic in front of people, and perhaps in the face of An Hongxi, she will show the truest side of her heart.
An Hongxi's fingers were loose and tight, tight and loose, and his expression couldn't see anywhere, and finally he "snorted" and smashed his hand into a fist on the table. The things on the table pulsed visibly, crashing into each other, and then fell silent.
"This Duan Chenjing is really getting more and more presumptuous! Give him the title of a prince, and he really thinks of himself as a prince, and he dares to look at the king's law to such a point. β
The headwind was lower, she kowtowed and said: "The emperor is angry, it is the headwind that is ineffective, please punish the emperor." β
An Hongxi pinched his eyebrows with a headache, and the frowning pair of sword eyebrows did not soothe at all, he opened his eyes and looked at the red sleeves, and his tone was a little pleasant.
"You're no match for him, and it's easy for him to cut someone off your hands. You are so dedicated to doing what I have told you, why do you say that you are not doing things well, be even, don't keep kneeling on the ground. β
Only then did the headwind stand up from the ground, "Then your Majesty, what should we do next?" β
An Hongxi hooked his lips and smiled, thinking about it, "Go, send someone to invite Prince Muqi, and say that I want to have a good talk with him." β
Although he couldn't guess what he thought, he turned around and did so. In fact, as long as he spoke, every word was a holy decree to her, and she did not allow the slightest doubt.
This time, Duan Chenjing came happily, and he didn't have to guess that he knew that the emperor was just looking for him to ask the guilt.
He pushed open the door of the imperial study and slowly walked to An Hongxi, who was reading the recital, "The emperor has all the opportunities, and he should pay more attention to rest." If you are tired, the gains outweigh the losses. β
An Hongxi looked up at him and motioned to Gonggong Feng, who was serving next to him, to sit down, "No way, there are a lot of big and small things, and I really don't have time to rest." It's better for you to be idle and free all day long, and be happy. β
Duan Chenjing left, but Feng Yuhai sat down on the chair he brought over, picked up the tea in the palace maid's tray, lifted the lid of the cup and plucked the floating tea leaves, and after blowing two breaths slightly, he took a sip generously. In every move, it is really a bit chic and free.
He put the teacup back on the plate and stroked the folds on his sleeve, "Brother Huang specially summoned his courtiers here today, presumably for this morning's business, right?" β
An Hongxi put the pen holder in his hand onto the white porcelain pen holder painted with flowing cloud patterns, crossed his fingers with his hands, moved his body forward and looked at him and said, "I just want to know the reason." β
"Why?" Duan Chenjing raised his eyes and looked at his eyes, and then smiled, "There's no reason, it's just just appreciation." A woman has such a chivalrous heart that she refuses to tell her master's name until she dies, doesn't the royal brother think that such a woman is really rare? β
He really admires the red sleeves in his heart. It's a pity for such a woman who dares to love and hate. But in the end, he hurt her.
Last night, he lay on the roof of Leng Chen and thought all night, if he hadn't exchanged Chiyan Bead and Chiyan Needle for "Empty Yin Fu" in the first place, then Red Sleeves would not have been staked on the Ring Spirit Stone.
What's more, she wouldn't have met Leng Chen and would eventually be expelled. She wouldn't have followed all the way to this point and ended up in such a field.
If it weren't for his deep obsession with "Empty Yin Fu", she would still be the guardian messenger of the ancient country of Xiliang at this moment, not to mention brocade clothes and jade food, at least she could live a stable life, and she didn't need to run around for an uncertain future. Now the whereabouts of "Empty Yin Fu" are still unknown, and the two treasures of Chiyan Zhu and Chiyan Needle have not been saved, and they have made her head different.
In the end, he still can't stop her.
Obviously, An Hongxi was not satisfied with his words, he looked at Duan Chenjing unhappily, "There are so many heroes and heroes in the world, why do you only care about one red sleeve, if not you are her mastermind?" β
Hearing this, Duan Chenjing narrowed his eyes dangerously, looked at those eyes full of scrutiny and suspicion, and said, "What if I say yes?" β