"You're so daring! Hurry up and get caught! ”

A big eunuch on the side who had originally followed Chunyuan Lan Mu scolded loudly.

The ancient painting glanced at him, and then pressed the sword in his hand even more against the neck of Chunyuan Lan Mu.

The guards around her, the archers, and the Ouchi masters had already been waiting for her, and the countless sharp swords flashed with cold light and pointed straight at her, as long as she made a move, they would stab her into a hornet's nest.

"Get out of the way! Your Emperor is now in my hands! The ancient painting fan finger held the sword tightly against Chunyuan Lan Mu's neck, and the cold voice scolded the guards who were quietly approaching.

Forced to be helpless, all the guards with knives had to stop, their eyes all looking at Chunyuan Lan Mu, just wanting to see what instructions he had.

But unexpectedly, at this moment, the emperor who was ready to rescue them didn't give them any hints, and didn't even look at them.

Everyone looked at each other and had to wait and see.

Behind the Ouchi guards are a group of soldiers, but their direct bosses are two high-powered generals, all the soldiers look at Chunyuan Lanxu and Feng Qianyu, and listen to their instructions, but they are as dumbfounded as all the Ouchi guards, on weekdays, their two generals have already killed and decisively dispatched them, but at this moment, I saw both of them looking straight at the two figures in front of the imperial shrine.

Everyone looked at each other, and then looked straight at the new emperor just like the two of them, and waited for it.

Feng Qianyu had already felt his heart beating, and when he couldn't find the ancient painting fan this morning, he intuitively felt that something had changed, although he had quietly paid attention to the movements around him, but he never thought that she would be among the ten saints. Although it was unexpected, it was thought that she was once an old man who was in the palace, and these methods were also within her reach. Now he didn't want to think about why she suddenly left the house without saying hello, and how she mixed in, at this moment he was only worried about her safety, how could she bear the charge of assassinating the new emperor?

Chunyuan Lanxu on the side frowned and looked at Feng Qianyu on the side, he clearly felt that he was not for the safety of the new emperor, his eyes were looking at the assassin who assassinated the new emperor in red.

Looking at the woman in red, Chunyuan Lan frowned more and more, and it seemed that there was also that red dress in her memory-

Compared with the fanfare and everyone who were ready to go, the ancient painting fan felt that the new emperor in front of him made everyone fearful, Chunyuan Lan Mu, but at this moment he was extremely calm, his eyes glanced at everyone, and slowly turned his eyes to look at himself.

His heart jumped inexplicably, but the current situation, whether he could recognize himself or not, was irreparable!

The time between life and death is actually not long, this is the first time in all these years that the two of them have been so close, and the first meeting seems to have been a lifetime ago.

At that time, he was just dressed in white, as if a fairy had come down to rescue her, and he was even more ruthless to burn the fire that plagued her.

At that time, she was dressed in red like now, but the red was so pale and so dim.

Now he is no longer dressed in white, replaced by this bright yellow dragon robe, and the crown that symbolizes the emperor is also worn on his head at this moment.

Will he still be him?

Will the man who was once as gentle as jade dissipate in the long river of history like this?

The pale and cold fingers inadvertently touched Chunyuan Lan Mu's warm neck, and both of them trembled slightly. Finally, Chunyuan Lanmu's eyes were tightly locked on the face of the ancient painting fan, although the coldness in those eyes was a little unfamiliar, but the look at the bottom of the eyes, the eye contours that could not be familiar in the midnight dream, and the thin body that had only been gently hugged a few times made Chunyuan Lanmu instantly stop the killing move that had been running in his hand.

All the noise of the outside world seemed to be gone, and Chunyuan Lan Mu looked straight at the ancient painting fan like this, looking at the familiar outline in his memory, he couldn't help but feel unprecedentedly nervous, and even his fingers trembled slightly.

"Let's go!" The ancient painting fan finger tightly grasped Chunyuan Lanmu's sleeve, and the dagger was also tightly pressed against Chunyuan Lanmu's neck and forced back.

Chunyuan Lan Mu slowly retreated step by step with the footsteps of the ancient painting fan, the eyes were still looking straight at the eyes of the ancient painting fan, feeling the cold fingers trembling slightly between the neck, feeling the movement that did not scratch his skin even though it was hard, suddenly, his frowning brows stretched out, and the bloodthirsty eyes slowly became dark, as deep as a pool.

Just a few steps away, the ancient painting fan and Chunyuan Lan Mu had already slowly retreated to the imperial shrine.

At the last moment, all the Ouchi guards saw that the door was about to close, and they couldn't wait for Chunyuan Lanmu's instructions for a long time, and then their hearts were crossed, and they were about to lift their swords and move forward.

"Stop! No one is allowed to come in without my orders! Chunyuan Lan Mu felt everyone's movements, and then turned his head and swept his eyes towards everyone, and his cold words ordered everyone.

When all the Ouchi guards heard this, they looked at each other, and they had to say yes in unison.

The ******** on the side anxiously shouted to the emperor, but he was still blocked by the door that had been slowly closed.

As if the barrier of a door had blocked out all the noise of the world, in the huge but empty ancestral hall, the quietly placed spiritual seat and the rising smoke of meditation, everything was so silent.

The moment the door was closed, the ancient painting fan trembled his fingers and moved the dagger away from Chunyuan Lanmu's neck little by little.

His eyes were still staring straight at him, and the look in them was too heavy for her to bear.

He staggered back half a step, only to hear the screeching sound of the dagger landing.

"Why ......" the ancient painting fan opened his mouth in a trance, and asked Chunyuan Lan Mu, who was still standing upright. Why? Why can he be so calm? With her ability, how could she hold the famous Sixth Highness, the new emperor of Cangyang Kingdom, hostage!

As if he had just come back to his senses, Chunyuan Lan Mu slowly walked towards the ancient painting fan step by step.

Staggered back, and finally retreated to the pillar in the lobby, looking at him close at hand, she had no way to retreat.

Looking at the thin figure close at hand, Chunyuan Lanmu finally stopped, stunned for a long time, and then slowly raised his hand to reach for the veil on the face of the woman in red in front of him.

As if this moment was the moment to decide his fate, Chunyuan Lan Mu, who had always been cold and waveless, actually felt his hand trembling slightly, he wanted to take off her veil quickly, but he was afraid that what he saw was not the face he had been thinking about for a long time.

The cold fingers touched the ears of the ancient painting fan, and the bodies of both of them shook in unison, and the red and dazzling veil finally fell in response, and the somewhat pale face was already present. (To be continued.) )