"On the way to arrest you, I ordered someone to kill you. If you do not return, this matter will never be known to the world, and my crown prince will always be secure. You say, "Why should I regret it?" ”

Uncle Ziyu was stunned, and his beautiful face lost his blood in time.

Although he has already had such an awareness, the answer rings in his ears, and it is still so harsh. Half a year ago, his identity was discovered, and the emperor ordered him to be arrested. He was determined to die in front of the emperor, and he would never implicate the third brother in the slightest. But Feng Yilang only thought of the position of the crown prince and didn't believe him, so a kill order took his life.

Half a year, things are not people.

The eldest brother has always been ethereal, and in recent years, there has been no news, and the second brother Zhu Xiu Immortal has returned to Zizhu Mountain and has never returned. Even if the two of them are still alive, with their friendship with the third brother for more than ten years, they will definitely not stand in front of themselves, let alone support him to seek revenge against the third brother. What's more, what Shu Ziyu cares about in his heart has always been the third brother, his dearest third brother.

Now, the cold scimitar blade was on the neck of the third brother, and a bloody mark was imprinted on the crisp skin. Uncle Ziyu clenched the handle of the knife and made up his mind.

"If you don't cut people again, it'll be dark." Jiu Mingmei sat on the grass, holding her cheek with one hand, pouting and muttering.

I wanted to see a vigorous martial arts film, but I looked at it, the painting style was wrong, how did it become a half-dead little romance? The skin is a big beautiful girl, and the soul is a little Sao Nian, well, is this little romance BG or BL, who will help her figure it out?

"Have a drink?"

A purple shadow floated over and hovered around his left foot. Look at the posture of sitting cross-legged, it is comfortable and tight. Feng Qianji held the wine jug in her left hand, and held a luminous cup in her right hand, her slender hands were white and tender, which was even better than a woman's hands. He poured half a glass of wine and brought it to him as if to flatter.

Jiu Mingmei glanced at him obliquely, but he was still covered by a purple gauze hat, and he couldn't see the condition on his face. But as soon as she thought of his appearance of suffering a big loss, her two rows of little white teeth were sharpened fiercely, and they were very comfortable. Her eyes fell on the wine glass, and she pursed her lips, but she was speechless.

Feng Qianji smiled: "The girl's family, it's naturally inappropriate to drink, but I just stole it from behind......"

Before he could finish speaking, the flask in his left hand was gone.

I saw Jiu Mingmei holding the wine jug, flicking the lid of the jug with one finger, facing the opening, and drinking it with his head held high. Grunt, drink so much and enjoy it.

Feng Qianji looked at the remaining half of the glass of wine in his hand, dumbfounded, daring to love people is not afraid of getting drunk, it is true that he is stingy. He smiled wryly, half lifted the purple veil on the hat, drank the wine in the glass, and drank the elegant and calm taste of half a glass of thin wine.

"The knives are all on the neck, what are you grinding? Mortals, mortals! ”

Jiu Mingmei burped, threw the flask back, and happened to smash it on the head of a girl who was immobilized.

Let's do it, pour one.

"After grinding for a while, Fang seems to be true, true!"

Feng Qianji shook his hand calmly, and the luminous cup was thrown back, just smashing on the head of a guard who was immobilized.

Click, pour another one.

Wiping the wine from the corner of his mouth, Feng Qianji leaned over with a big hat and said mysteriously: "Why don't we make a bet?" ”

"Is it necessary?" Jiu Mingmei said, "You know who is most beneficial if Feng Yilang dies." At that time, Feng Lie has no choice, as long as you can live to your father's braids, the entire Qi country, isn't it all your own? ”

Looking at Feng Qianji's performance today, she was calm and calm, and she didn't seem to care about her brother's life or death. He must have known everything from the beginning, and knew that Rujin's desire to get close to the prince was not as simple as trying to be a concubine. However, does he know all the twists and turns behind him?

At the beginning, Jiu Mingmei followed the taste of the Ayin fairy spirit and found the soul of Shu Ziyu. But where do the tears go on the pure soul? Do you have to have a physical body? She searched for his bones, but found that after the boy fell off the cliff, all the bones were scattered, and a large part of them were gnawed by wild dogs, and they were gnawed to pieces, and they really couldn't make a human appearance.

Coincidentally, Rujin, who was returning to his hometown to visit relatives at that time, was robbed and robbed by a group of bandits, and when he escaped, he fell off the cliff without paying attention, and the flesh and bones were gnawed by wild dogs. If you ask why you always fall off the cliff, well, I guess that the wild dog is a relative of the author, so I begged for face and had a few meals of human flesh.

Jiu Mingmei pieced together the bones of the two people to form a skeleton shelf, and then "turned the bones into beauty". At the request of Shu Ziyu, he did not transform into his human form again, but took the appearance of Rujin and turned into flesh and skin. He is young and soft-tempered, but he really has a bit of a girl's family. He was reborn and succeeded in living a beautiful life. Sometimes when I look at Rujin, I even forget that in this reborn skin, there is the soul of a young man.

Feng Qianji is a mortal, he really has the ability, and he can even see these things clearly? If he can really do it...... Oh, she respects him as a man?!

"The rivers and mountains of Qi country? Scold...... Whatever I wanted, it wouldn't escape the palm of my hand. Feng Qianji sneered, as if he was ambitious and strategic, and there seemed to be a bit of contempt and disdain in his tone. It's a pity that the expression on his face is blocked by the purple veil, and he can't see it really.

But......

Arrogant enough! She loved it.

"What do you want to gamble?" Jiu Mingmei turned her head sideways and looked at him seriously for the first time...... The purple gauze hat.

Feng Qianji also turned his head sideways and said with a smile: "What's the matter, are you willing to bet with me?" ”

"Don't gamble!"

Jiu Mingmei got up, brushed her sleeves and wanted to leave, but suddenly her dress was dragged to death, which was a stalker.

"A dance," Feng Qianji said like a little doll, tugging at her dress and grinning, "This is a bargaining chip." ”

"Bet on what?" Jiu Mingmei bared her teeth, and she was a little eager to try. Well, congratulations to the Eighth Prince, he succeeded in arousing her curiosity.

Feng Qianji looked at the two people on the neck of the knife holder, and said with a smile: "You will meet soon." ”

The water of the stream had soaked the clothes of the two men, and when the wind passed, there was a trembling.

Uncle Ziyu clenched the handle of the knife and made up his mind: "Third brother, goodbye!" ”

He raised his bone scimitar and slashed at Feng Yilang's neck!

Suddenly, the wind blew fiercely, the earth shook, and the streams rippled endlessly. The grass bulged, as if it was being held up by something pouring out of the ground, and suddenly a large hole one meter wide and ten meters long was broken.