Yin Yin's face turned pale with pain, she covered her wrist, and the blood flowed down her wrist like a stream, and fell on the snow-white snow along her fingers. The pen %fun %pavilion www.biquge.info was seriously injured in his right wrist, his tendons and veins were cut, and he had no strength to hold the weapon at all, and the big knife fell to the ground with a sonorous sound.

The king and queen of Beirong stood up in shock, and all of them turned pale.

This set of kills is very crisp and concise, almost seriously injuring Princess Yinyin, and such an injury is almost fatal on the dueling table.

The eyes of the Beirong generals were surprised and incredulous. A trace of surprise and obscurity crossed General Bu's eyes—he didn't expect that A-Ning really took his words to heart—did he do something wrong?

Yin Yin is good at slashing, and he tells Aning to find a way to attack from above.

Yin Yin's face was painful, and she hadn't reacted yet—how could it be?

She looked at the little girl in front of her, A-Ning obviously didn't know how to use a sword, she only knew how to dodge blindly.

An Ning looked at her, the long sword in her hand pulled a sword flower, the skillful movements seemed to have been practiced for a long time, and as soon as she made this move, almost everyone knew - she had been hiding her strength.

Yin Yin's voice was bitter and hoarse: "Who are you?" ”

An Ning's gaze was as smooth and calm as it swept through the crowd, and they looked up at her on the altar, their eyes full of shock, fear, doubt, and respect.

- These people, these are the people who are proud of killing the prince of Daliang and celebrate Qiao Mobai's death, as if his death is the supreme glory that made them heroes.

By such despicable means, they killed a proud son of heaven, but they called it a heroic act, and called the person who plotted to assassinate him a hero.

Then, they should feel what is despicable and what is painful.

She looked at the King of Beirong on the high seat from afar, and her voice was clear: "The eldest princess of Daliang is peaceful, and she is fortunate to meet the king of Beirong." ”

As soon as she finished speaking, there was a dead silence around her, and even Princess Yinyin was stunned.

In the dark night, the wind and snow mixed with the cold and hard snow rushed into the collar of the person. The Black Hawk galloped through the snow, and the snowflakes were almost on his cloak.

From afar, they saw the Beirong military camp still burning with sporadic torches, and there were dozens of huge yurts in the barracks, and the bags were tight. Black Hawk raised his hand, and the man behind him slowly reined in the horse and stopped, and the horse stopped its hooves, panting for hot air, almost freezing in the cold air.

After a while, several black-clothed people and generals dressed in Beirong soldiers ran over, their steps light and almost silent.

The people on both sides got together, and Black Hawk said coldly, "What's the situation?" ”

The other party nodded and said, "The manpower has been arranged, and it is waiting for you." Most of the soldiers in the Beijon barracks were asleep, and the generals who stayed behind had almost gathered together to drink.

Black Eagle dismounted, drew his long sword, and the black-clothed people behind him fell off their horses one after another, the sword was like snow, the edge was exposed, and the killing machine was pervasive.

"There's no need to wait, once we start here, the rest of the world will know the news." His eyes were cold: "Remember, we have to fight quickly." "The time given to him by the prince is extremely short, and he can only do his best to buy a little time for the little princess.

Master, he is still soft-hearted in the end.

In the palace, the queen's bedroom, gold is the pillar, the white jade is the step, the gold is splendid, the tune is fascinated, there are two fountain pools on the left and right in the palace, the dancers stand in the fountain and play in the water and dance, only wear a thin shirt, the clothes are soaked, the fragrant shoulders are slightly exposed, the scene is very fragrant.

The third prince was lying on the couch drunk, raising his head and drinking the last glass of wine in the jug, looking at the drunk people at the banquet in the palace, and still chanting: "You drink...... Drink ......" he was already delirious: "You know, when I was in Daliang, I was not so happy. ”

-- These drunken Beirong people are all Beirong generals who are close to the queen's faction, and support and befriend the forces of the third prince. The third prince, Su He, entered the palace early and discussed with the queen to entertain them here, and the queen agreed, so she invited everyone over. Even the soldiers at the door were dragged in to revel, drunk and fell to the ground.

In the center of the main hall, Kyaukyue and Zhuji were in gorgeous dresses, each holding two bells in their hands, and their silver bell-like laughter spread far away, singing and dancing with the dancers, and the singing was touching and shocking.

They knew nothing about what was going on in the front hall, and seemed to want to die in a drunken dream tonight.

The third prince's shoulder was already oozing blood slightly, but he didn't feel it. Zhuji and Kyaukyue glanced at each other, and their eyes gradually returned to clarity - the time had come.

The two of them lowered their bodies, took off their costumes, tore off the long skirts that dragged to the ground, and stepped into the hot springs. After groping for a while, in the spring, he fished out a golden straight knife.

The two of them walked barefoot to the side of the banquet, and Zhuji kicked away a Beirong general lying on the wine table, raised his knife high, and stabbed him in the heart.

The blade entered the flesh, and blood immediately gushed out, but the Beirong general did not react.

Jewel drew her knife and walked towards the next person, one after the other, as easily as slaughtering an unresponsive animal.

Everyone was drunk, as if they were already dead.

And those dancing girls, under the manipulation of Kyaukyue, almost ignored all this, and were still singing and dancing.

The blood slowly spread, and the faces of Zhuji and Kyaukyue were slowly stained with splattered blood, like bloody goblins, cruel and secretive.

Yang Zheming walked into the hall and stopped in front of the spreading pool of blood, he stretched out his wide robe, and held an object in his hand.

"Jewel." He said softly, Zhuji stepped over the blood beach, walked up to him barefoot, and said respectfully: "Master, it's almost all settled." ”

Yang Zheming handed her the things in his hand, raised his chin and raised his chin, and pointed to the third prince lying on the upper seat: "He, it belongs to you." ”

The third prince was still dazed holding a wine jug, frowning and looking at them, and seemed to be incomprehensible to everything that was happening around him: "You haven't come to drink yet......"

Zhuji's gaze turned and fell on Yang Zheming's hand, whose pale palm was holding an iron whip with iron thorns in the center.

Yang Zheming looked at her and said in a gentle voice: "I promised you, and now he belongs to you." He always remembered the torture and whiplashes that poured down on her.

Zhuji took a deep breath, reached out to take the iron whip, and turned to walk towards the third prince. The looped whip fell from the tip of the whip, dragging the blood all over the ground, spreading a long trail and the bloody footprints she had stepped on.

The third prince looked up at her - the jewel in front of him, beautiful and bewitching, his body was splashed with blood, and there was a little doubt in his eyes, and as the medicinal properties of Xiaoyaosan dissipated, the pain came up, and his mind slowly cleared up.

Zhuji raised the whip high, smiled at him, shook his wrist, and the bell sounded crisply: "You should also wake up, Your Royal Highness the Third Prince." ”