Such a ruthless Emperor of the Pure Yuan, such a ruthless Emperor of the Pure Yuan. Gu Huafan has always known that as an emperor, he has never been exactly the amiable and kind elder on weekdays. However, such a heartless thing was in front of her, and she still felt so cold.

Turning his head to look at Gu Weikong, who was fighting together, he only felt that he had a thousand thoughts for a moment, and his heart gradually became calm. It's not noisy, it's not even struggling.

"Sixth Highness, do you like me?"

A soft murmur came from the mouth of the ancient painting fan, buried by the sound of fighting, but it was heard by Chunyuan Lanmu and Chunyuan Lanxu word for word.

Looking at her calm and abnormal expression, both of them frowned.

The ancient painting fan looked at Chunyuan Lan Mu staring at his eyes tightly, and spoke again: "Sixth Highness, my hand hurts so much. ”

Xu was stunned by her question, and Chunyuan Lan Mu immediately looked down when she heard this, but saw the miserable appearance of her left hand. Immediately let go of her arm and reached for her hand.

But just before Chunyuan Lanxu could stop the cry, just when Chunyuan Lanmu let go of her hand, the ancient painting fan looked at the person in front of her who was like a breeze blowing through her heart, and whispered softly.

"I'm sorry."

The ancient painting fan stretched out his hand to hug Chunyuan Lanmu's waist, and in that soft smile, the brilliance in those eyes was as dark as the sea, which made people incomprehensible.

The body was embraced, and Chunyuan Lan Mu lost his mind for a moment, but in an instant, his face changed, and he reached out to grab the hand of the ancient painting fan.

But he only felt that the acupuncture points on his waist were caught, his body stiffened, and he only heard the sound of the sword unsheathed in his waist. Immediately, a sharp blade shining with cold light pressed tightly against Chunyuan Lan Mu's neck.

The soft sword at his waist is his talisman and his trick. It can't be taken by anyone so lightly? But at this moment, he looked at his soft sword across his neck. And the person holding the sword turned out to be the woman he had in mind, Chunyuan Lanmu's frozen hands slowly drooped, and the curvature of the corners of his mouth was incomprehensible.

The ancient painting fan held the sword tightly with all its might, and it was also tightly pressed against the man's throat.

At this moment, she just wanted to act recklessly.

"Stop!"

A sharp shout came out.

Seeing this, the three commanders who were fighting suddenly stopped their moves. He looked straight at Emperor Chunyuan.

Seeing this, Gu Weikong's figure flashed and fanned away towards the ancient painting.

Emperor Chunyuan stared straight at the ancient painting fan, and his eyes were as dark as the sea. So that everyone can't understand it.

Li Xiuwen, who had been secretly worried, exclaimed when he saw this, looked at the ancient painting fan and frowned, sighed, and shook his head.

The ancient painting fan looked at Emperor Chunyuan fixedly, and said calmly: "Your Majesty." Please spare the slave's brother. ”

"You're threatening me!" Emperor Chunyuan said in a deep voice.

"The slave didn't dare. But today, the slave maid had to do this, and only asked the emperor to let go of the slave's brother. ”

Suddenly, the strength of Kadu's soft sword increased, and blood immediately oozed from Chunyuan Lan Mu's neck, soaking through his white and flawless collar.

But Chunyuan Lan Mu didn't even frown, the acupoint had been stopped, and he was powerless to fight back at this time. But if the acupuncture points are not pointed. So what will he do?

Ancient painting fan, you are afraid after all. Even though you know my mind. You are still afraid, because you have never let down your guard against me.

He was also afraid that if he really acted freely, he was really afraid that he would do something that he would regret.

So Gu Hua Fan, even though you treat me like this, I still want to thank you well.

"Stop, are you crazy about the ancient painting fan? Stop! Seeing this, Li Xiuwen hurriedly stopped.

"Leave him alone? Do you know that today you have also committed a capital crime! Emperor Chunyuan snorted heavily and said in a deep voice.

Gu Wei looked at Emperor Chunyuan with cold eyes, and his fingers tightened the hilt of the sword again.

The ancient painting fan smiled flatly when he heard this, but it still increased the force in his hand, and the speed at which the blood oozed out was even faster. However, in an instant, Chunyuan Lan Mu's face turned a little pale.

"Your Majesty, the lives of the Sixth Highness are so valuable, why is it difficult to exchange the lives of our ant people?"

"How I treat you on a daily basis, do you remember it? You are at ease when you do that kind of thing today, and you say it here! Emperor Chunyuan rebuked sharply. Just like the day, hatred of iron does not make steel, and the appearance of heartache.

"Your Majesty, the slave will remember the emperor's grace for the rest of your life. The slave maid has never begged the emperor for anything, and today he only asks the emperor to spare the slave brother's life! The slave maid lived up to the emperor's high expectations and violated the palace rules and kidnapped and injured the Sixth Highness. He knew that he was guilty of a great sin, and he did not seek the emperor's forgiveness, but the slave's brother was innocent, and he was affected by the slave and maid—"

"Little sister! Don't say anything more about him! Gu Wei stopped in a deep voice, grabbed the ancient painting fan, and removed the sword in her hand. He put the blood-stained sword in his hand on Chunyuan Lanmu's neck, and said coldly: "Emperor, don't say more, don't want to let my sister whisper to you so bitterly, if you don't want your son, I will help you solve it today." ”

Emperor Chunyuan snorted coldly and said, "I, I have never been threatened by anyone!" ”

This sentence was really ruthless, and everyone present felt chills in their hearts.

Hearing this, the ancient painting fan immediately felt inexplicably cold, and suddenly looked at Chunyuan Lan Mu, who was still breezy and light, and his trembling hands wanted to hold his hand, but he didn't have the slightest courage. The fact that she was using him like this only made him feel even more chilled.

"It's been decades, and you still haven't changed!"

Suddenly, a voice of pity sounded from the dark sky, and a black figure appeared in front of everyone's eyes in an instant.

The fan of the ancient painting immediately looked back. But I saw a black monk's robe, full of crane hair, but his eyes were shrewd. Who is not a cloud master?

"Master Yiyun." The ancient painting fan said softly. For some reason, she felt at ease when she saw Master Yiyun, even though he had been so out of tune all along. But at this moment, she felt that Master Yiyun was like a reassuring pill.

"You stinky girl! It's the same as that stinky girl, it's going to cause trouble! After getting into trouble, you have to be old and rotten every time you follow behind and wipe your ass! Master Yiyun snorted with his nostrils facing the sky. But there was no trace of blame in his eyes.

The corners of the ancient painting fan's mouth twitched again, but his heart was a lot calmer, and Master Yiyun should be this way to open it.

The afterglow swept to the pure abyss on the side, but saw his frowning brows, as if he had given a sigh of relief. A strange speculation surrounded me, and then I shook my head in disbelief.

Chun Yuanlan looked at her vividly, the look in her eyes she couldn't read, and she didn't want to read it anymore. Turning her head away, she had more important things to do now, and she shouldn't let anything disturb her mind.

"Master Yiyun is here, what's the matter?" Emperor Chunyuan frowned and asked.

Gu Huafan looked at Emperor Chunyuan's sudden disappearance of anger, and for some reason he always felt that as a king, as long as he met Master Yiyun, he would be like an ordinary person, and he would not have the posture of a superior person at all. It's not a matter of low and small, and it's not about posture. It's a change in mentality, like meeting friends for half a lifetime, and a thousand words are just in the words. (To be continued.) )