The man's identity was revealed, his face panicked and ferocious, and he turned and threw himself at the big knife hanging by the bed. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

He hadn't taken a few steps before he fell to the ground with a bang, his hands and feet were weak, and he saw a pair of jade feet, and the enchanting woman on the bed stood in front of him wearing a robe, looking down at him, with a subtle gaze: "The smell of cartilage is not pleasant, third prince." ”

The man showed an unwilling and increasingly manic gaze: "Zhuji, I love you so much, you actually poisoned me." ”

The woman sneered: "Pampering? She remembered every abuse he inflicted on her, and she wanted to cut it with a thousand knives.

Zhuji stepped forward and stepped on the man's erection neck with her bare feet, gradually increasing the force, as if she only needed to push harder, the man's neck would be broken by her life.

However, the third prince of Beirong couldn't move like a fish on a knife, his whole body was stiff due to poisoning, and he couldn't even speak, but his expression was very painful.

"Don't worry, Jewel." Yang Zheming said softly, Zhu Ji restrained the anger on his face, let go of his foot, and took a step back.

Yang Zheming turned to look at An Ning, and his tone was indifferent: "Yang Xi, you came all the way to Jinzhong to find me, don't say that I didn't treat you well......"

"How about this gift?"

Yang Xi's mind seemed to have detached from his body, and he asked in a daze, "Who is he?" ”

Yang Zheming said: "The third prince Ali Tuna? Su Min - the son of Empress Beirong. ”

An Ning suddenly stepped forward, and the cuffs flashed sharply, and it was actually a knife tied to her wrist, and she walked straight towards the man.

Yang Zheming grabbed her: "What are you going to do, do it yourself?" ”

Yang Xi turned his head suddenly, his eyes were like ice: "Why not, just be the first person I killed in this life." "In her previous life, she was too naïve and cowardly, and she had never killed anyone herself, and she experienced it once in this life, and it was not in vain.

Let the blood of a prince in Beirong come to pay tribute to Qiao Mobai's spirit in the sky.

Yang Zheming looked down at An Ning, she was not the same as in her previous life, in her previous life, whether she was standing beside the emperor or Emperor Daqin, there was a bit of innocence between her eyebrows, even if there was a haze, she could almost see through what she thought.

At that time, she looked at a person, and there was always kindness and pity in her eyes, and this expression gradually turned to despair.

It was because of that expression that the Great Qin Emperor relented again and again, refused to abolish the queen, and argued with the empress dowager in the court again and again.

Finally, on the day she died, everyone realized that there was no one like her in the harem anymore.

She is like a flower that has been carefully nurtured, blooming throughout spring and summer, unable to survive the coldness of autumn and withering in winter.

Scorching and scorching, the legacy is independent.

Now she will unconsciously reveal a sharp edge and hatred all over her body, as well as a trace of panic and anxiety that even she can't detect.

Yang Zheming shook his head: "Yang Xi, a prince, are you satisfied?" ”

An Ning raised her eyebrows - naturally not, she wanted the entire Beirong to be destroyed, she looked into Yang Zheming's deep and dark eyes: "What do you want?" ”

Yang Zheming said: "Su Min has been favored since he was a child, but he is an incompetent and womanizer, he is not so smart, it is not him who planned to assassinate the prince this time." He is just a nobody who has been sacrificed by schemes. ”

"Who's that?"

Yang Zheming said: "Fourth prince, Ali Tuna? Su and. ”

An Ning slowly put down the dagger, she wanted to kill people now, so that Beirong could taste the pain of the cone.

An Ning looked up at him: "Yang Zheming, you said it, let me not trouble you, and don't come to you casually, now like this, what do you want?" ”

An Ning could almost imagine that Yang Zheming had set up this situation before she came, lured step by step, and waited for the three princes of Beirong to walk into the urn, step by step, calculating everyone, and there was no news at all.

He seemed to know everything, how much he was hiding.

She courted him, but he was indifferent, and now he took the initiative to give her such an important person - she didn't believe that he had nothing to ask for, he spent so much effort to catch a prince born by the Empress of Beirong, and found out the mastermind behind the scenes, so he easily gave it up?

Yang Zheming looked at her and seemed to be pondering: "I have three conditions. He calmly said, "You can choose to say yes or not." If you agree, I'll help you get revenge. ”

An Ning suddenly breathed a sigh of relief in his heart - this is Yang Zheming's style, every step has a purpose.

She stared at him, her mind turned around, and finally bit her lip and said, "Deal." ”

Her gaze fell on the third prince: "He is a prince, and there are no other retinues around him?" "Why didn't anyone find out when they broke in like this?

Yang Zheming glanced at An Ning, and there was a natural coldness in his eyes.

An Ning shuddered - those people were all killed by Yang Zheming.

He is such a person who will never leave any troubles and traces, and if he wants the third prince to disappear completely, he must leave no traces.

"The Beirong royal family will send someone soon, even if the king of Beirong doesn't care, the queen won't care. We want to make this act like the fourth prince Su He did. ”

An Ning whispered, "You want them to fight among themselves?" ”

Yang Zheming waved his hand, and Black Eagle walked into the room, picked up Su Min with one hand, and threw him on the bed. Su Min's lower body was still naked, and An Ning turned his head sideways and didn't want to look.

Yang Zheming had the rare patience to explain to An Ning: "Beirong has always respected the strong, and all princes have the right to inherit, although Su Min is the son of the queen, he has not been as capable and smart as the fourth prince Su He, and he has been trusted by the king of Beirong." He came to Daliang this time, I guess he was instigated by the Su He faction, and wanted to listen to Daliang's intelligence, or purchase some military funds......"

The fragrance in the room was a little strong, and An Ning's face was crimson, but she didn't know it, but it was a little charming in Yang Zheming's eyes.

He turned around and walked out of the house: "Su He's plot to kill the prince of Daliang is a plan to kill three birds with one stone, one is to establish a great achievement in front of his father, and the other is to borrow the hand of Daliang to trap the third prince in the territory......"

An Ning chased after her, and the air in the room made her breathless, so she heard Yang Zheming continue: "Three, if Da Liang catches the third prince and kills him directly, or Su He secretly sends someone to kill the third prince, there will inevitably be a war between Beirong and Da Liang." Su He will take this opportunity to win the hearts of the people and grasp the military power. ”

His gaze fell on An Ning: "So we must let Su Min live, and live safely, and return to Beirong to take revenge." We have to let Su Min know that it was the fourth prince who betrayed him. Let him understand that he has no other way to survive than to cooperate with us. ”

An Ning frowned: "If the tiger is released back to the mountain, how can we control him?" She was unwilling to send people back to Beirong, but she couldn't reach the whip.

Yang Zheming's gaze was unpredictable, as if there was a shallow light hidden in the obscurity, and there was a thrilling attraction: "Do you dare to go to Beirong with me personally?" ”