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"Bring it in." The emperor took a deep look at Yu Qingyan, and he didn't appreciate her self-satisfaction and self-confidence at all. Occasionally sweeping over the right phase is also very meaningful.

He had already revealed his meaning, but he didn't expect that this old man still had no intention of repenting.

The ink has not yet dried, and the two palace people unfold it evenly.

The emperor just glanced at it, and did not say good, nor bad. Just waved his hand and asked the palace people to hold the painting and display it on all sides.

Whoever looks, all praise it aloud.

"Sure enough, it's the tutor of the right prime minister's family."

"Miss Yu San's pen and ink have a backbone, which shows her heart."

"It's very rare at this age."

For a while, no matter who it was, it was a common word. Not even a twisted acid jealous.

It was the emperor's sudden roll call: "A few emperors, it's better to comment." What did you think of this painting? ”

The painting was immediately held up in front of several princes.

The eldest prince foresaid: "Miss Qingyan's painting is naturally good. However, Erchen preferred her piano. It's just that Miss Qingyan is noble, and Erchen can't invite her again and again. ”

As he spoke, he also pointed to something and glanced at Yu Qingyan. The greed in that eye** is undisguised. Seeing that her face turned pale, she didn't dare to respond.

The emperor snorted, and let the eldest prince restrain his presumptuousness. But in his heart, he has already made up his mind: this prince is abolished.

The second prince looked at the painting and said after a while: "Miss Yu San's painting has a beautiful theme, neat layout, and skillful technique. But if it is brilliant, it is not necessarily true, compared with some of everyone's works, it is still far behind. But at her age of fourteen, it is indeed rare. ”

Yu Qingyan was slightly stunned, and looked at the second prince with a shocked face.

It is the right phase, a pair of sharp eyes, and it also shoots straight through the sky like thunder and lightning. His eyes were full of dissatisfaction and suspicion, and there was some anger in them.

After the second prince finished speaking, he kept silent, and his eyes did not make contact with anyone. He believed that his mother knew his father, and for so many years, his mother had never missed it.

When it was the turn of the three princes, it was just decent, "skillful, implying a good situation." Miss Yu San, be attentive. ”

The fifth prince is a martial artist, and he frowned at the thrush: "Father, the son can't understand it." It's this crane, it's too fake. Erchen once hunted one, and it is not the same as the painting on this painting......"

Yu Qingyan is not stupid, at this time, although there is nothing on his face. But I was panicked in my heart, and my eyes looked to the right from time to time. Although I got a reassuring glance, in the end, I still couldn't calm down.

The emperor shook his head, and did not say whether the painting was good or not. Instead, he looked down again, where the seven scenes were: "Su Qijing, your painting, can you paint it?" ”

Seven Scenes has such a long buffer time that it has already converged on the ability to break through. Whether it is the ability or the spiritual power, all of them are restored to peace and return to clarity.

"Back to the emperor, the painting is done. Please take a look at the emperor. ”

Immediately, there were also palace people coming. Hold her painting flat up.

The first one was still presented to the emperor.

Although the emperor was already looking forward to it, he was still shocked by this look.

Ink and blue are all about artistic conception.

The so-called broken painting is about to come out, as if it is on the scene, he finally feels it. It is clearly just a picture of Danqing Qingshui, but it makes him feel vigorous and majestic, the majesty of the mountain, the emerald of the trees, and the endless flow of water...... It seems that at this time, standing at the bottom of the mountain, next to the waterfall, stretching out your hand slightly, you can feel the splashing of water.

"Closer." The Emperor spoke. It seems that I don't feel wet enough. Or, just want to try to see if you can really touch the flowing water that rushes down 3,000 feet.

The palace people took two steps forward, the emperor's body leaned slightly, and his hand almost touched the drawing paper, when he heard a piercing cry: "There are assassins!" ”

disrupted the singing and dancing of the hall, and added to the spirit of killing.

"Escort!" Before the assassin could be seen, another sharp, panicked, but righteous voice sounded.

The Heavenly Compassion Dao Elder stood up and stood behind the emperor. His gaze was like lightning, sweeping all around.

Qijing was also extremely fast, coming to the side of the Heavenly Compassion Dao Chief.

But these two breaths passed, and the assassin was still nowhere to be seen. The emperor snorted coldly: "Who was screaming just now?" ”

Who? No one in the hall dared to answer.

The emperor was furious, but he couldn't torture them all.

A farce, the chaos caused, finally subsided. After everyone sat down again, they finally continued the previous question: "Your Majesty, I don't know who you like more about the paintings of the two young ladies?" ”

It was the Queen Mother who said this, in fact, it was the Queen Mother who was very curious about the painting of the Seven Scenes. It's just that just now, they can only glance at the side, and they can't see specifically. But the emperor's reaction can already explain a lot of problems. You don't have to guess to know that Su Qijing's paintings must be better than Yu Qingyan's.

But they still want to know what Su Qijing painted that made the emperor so obsessed.

"Someone, bring Su Qijing's painting. Let everyone also see it. ”

Ran'er: "The emperor forgives his sins!" The palace people climbed in a row, and the wolf came: "When there was chaos just now, Miss Su's painting was stolen. ”

The blue tendons on the emperor's forehead jumped slightly: "You damn minion, what did you say?" ”

The palace people trembled, but they still said again: "When there was chaos just now, Miss Su's painting was stolen by thieves. ”

"Such a blue sky and white day, on a day of great joy, the Royal Forest Army is under martial law, and the deep palace is important. But someone stole a painting! The emperor swept his eyes coldly over everyone present, "Okay, good, someone has given me a good gift, and the majesty is swept away." It's a great gift, a big gift. ”

"The ministers are terrified." The crowd fell to their knees, in fear.

"Someone. Check it for me, dig three feet into the ground, and get that painting back for me. "It's about the majesty of the emperor and his face. Even if the emperor wants to calm things down, he can't.

"As for these pieces of waste, drag them down and cut them down."

"The emperor spares his life, spares his life!"

Unfortunately, no one will stand up for them at this time. They take care of themselves, the emperor is angry, and the blood flows thousands of miles. No one knows who will die next.

The two palace people were dragged down, and the main hall was quiet for a while.

No one spoke, they didn't dare.

Under the emperor's nose, something was stolen. This is a bright demonstration, the person who did it, directly and clearly told the emperor, I can steal the painting this time, and I can steal your head next time.

In this life, what the emperor has lost, he has lost forever. He had lost so much to get this qiē, and naturally wanted to enjoy it longer. Therefore, he cherishes his life, and he is dedicated to the pursuit of immortality, for nothing more than that.

But now, someone told him: Your little life is in my hands, and you can come and take it at any time. How could he give up? What he is looking for is not a painting, but a murderer.

However, the scene, which had just calmed down, was chaotic again.

This time, no one shouted, but a sword with a pitch-black triangular prism shot straight at the emperor's door. Thanks to the Heavenly Compassion Dao Chang's reaction was fast enough, he shook off the dust and sent it flying.

"Escort."

The assassin made a move, and the shape was also exposed. Immediately, several princes and generals all moved.

The emperor was protected in the center, and the queen mother was also supported by the concubine and came to the emperor's side. Outside are the princes. Outside, there are the ministers......

Qijing frowned, if the assassin attacked again at this time, the emperor's actions would be the most restrained. At this moment, Qijing didn't want the emperor to die at all. After all, if he dies, the one who ascends the throne will not be able to take Lechen's turn.

And since she decided to live freely, she naturally wanted Lechen to sit in the highest position. Now Lechen's time is not ripe, and someone must occupy this position.

Sure enough, whatever you want.

As soon as this thought arose, a hidden weapon struck from the top.

There are thorns and needles, densely packed. Seeing those, shouting for escort, but in fact, they could only act as pig teammates, Qijing was anxious.

The heavenly sorrow was long and the dust was thrown up, but it only protected the top of his head. And just now, these palace concubines and princes squeezed over and squeezed him away from the emperor's side. At this time, I just want to protect, and there are some side chiefs who are not in a hurry.

Qijing was in a hurry and yelled: "Be careful." He raised his hand and grabbed the long table, grabbed one leg, raised it high, and waved it above his head. The long table was six or seven meters long, and it was whirring by her, so it was not terrifying. But it was a clang, and all those needles were picked up.

As for those who are guarded below...... Given the limited height of the Seven Scenes. They all squatted down at this point. The one who moved slowly and was directly knocked out was really out of control.

The table in Qijing's hand didn't stop, but his mental power was let go.

First, I want to see how Le Chen is, although his force value is not low, his body is really not suitable for using force. In addition, I am a little worried about the uncle who has not yet had time to recognize him.

Not to mention the love or anything, the matter of finding his biological mother has to fall on him. Naturally, he can't be allowed to have an accident...... As a result, this look is really a thrilling moment.

The two of them were military generals at this time, and when they encountered assassins, they naturally needed them to fight bravely to kill the enemy. But when they entered the palace, they were going to go to the armor dismantle. If you don't have a weapon, you will inevitably be tied to your hands and feet.

The two of them each faced off against an assassin, and both were thrilling.

When Qijing looked at it, one of the assassins happened to be holding a sword and stabbing Le Chen's eyes. On the other side, another assassin jumped from the roof and attacked Lechen from behind. This man used a mace, with sharp thorns, and was stained with great poison. Non-weapons can't block ......

Lechen is now pretending to be someone else, and that person is learning kung fu and is good at fighting on the battlefield. This kind of conspiracy assassination, master tricks, he does not have such ability.

Therefore, although Lechen will not let himself be injured, it is also very difficult to hide, and there are many dangers.

And Uncle Ji on the other side is in a similar situation, even worse than Lechen.

His status was more valuable than that of Lechen's, and the Assassins were staring at him more. Moreover, although the powerlessness of Le Chen's watch is actually full of dangers and thrills, it is actually thrilling and dangerous, and it is all in the calculation.

Uncle Ji really doesn't have that kind of ability, and it is very difficult to deal with it. In just half an hour, he had already suffered several injuries. Although it is not life-threatening, if it drags on, something will eventually happen.

Qijing's eyes rolled, and the long table in his hand was thrown out, and then shouted: "Get out of the way." ”

Her voice, others probably won't care. But Le Chen and Uncle Ji are in love. Listening to the whirring wind again, the two of them stepped aside.

The table smashed directly on the two assassins, and in one fell swoop, four or five people in the place they passed were knocked unconscious together.