Luo Yunxi was just about to turn around, a big hand reached towards her waist, her eyes were cold, she raised her hand as a knife, and slashed at the palm of that hand.

The big hand retracted extremely quickly, and someone explained in a low and anxious voice: "Biedong, Xi'er, it's me!" The man's voice was as clear as the moon, Rao was so anxious, and his voice was like a pearl falling on a jade plate, which was pleasant to the ear.

"Who are you?" Luo Yunxi couldn't help frowning and asked, her body quietly pulling two feet away from him.

"Are you ......" the man's voice trembled suddenly, and he asked in disbelief, "You are unexpectedly, even ...... Can't even hear my voice? ”

"Don't pretend to be a ghost here!" Luo Yunxi felt a wave of boredom in her body for no reason overwhelmingly welling up, she was slightly shocked in her heart, she was afraid that it was the reaction of the previous owner of this body, and immediately slashed and drank in chaos.

"Luo Yunxi, this is the real you......" The man didn't know whether to sigh or ridicule, and spit out a sentence.

"Bang dang!" The swords clashed, the flames flickered, and a light sword slashed in their direction, and the wind whistled.

Before Luo Yunxi could move, the man had already pulled her to her side and raised his sleeves and waved away.

"Ahh A scream rang out, and the man stabbed the sword with his backhand. A piece of cold and smooth silk sleeves floated down and was held in Luo Yunxi's hand. With a slight movement of his mind, this haode silk is not something that ordinary people can afford, so he immediately tucked the clothes into his sleeves and quietly retreated to the corner.

"Xi'er." There was only one call, no more sound.

In the huge Jinhua Palace, the palace lamps are lit one by one, and the swaying lights outline the delicate octagonal rhombic shape.

Luo Yunxi raised her eyes and gasped.

The smooth marble tiles were covered with wolves, blood was overflowing, and the corpses were lying on the ground, most of them were men in black, but there were also some ministers and ladies of the court, who died tragically, soaked in a pool of blood, surrounded by a group of weeping relatives.

If she dies at the hands of Luo Feiying tonight, no one will suspect her.

On the high seat, a gold-armored army protected the emperor, the queen and the queen mother, the king of Zhongshan calmly commanded the aftermath, and the imperial forest army came and went to clean up the mess, carrying out the bodies of those black-clothed people one by one, and leaving the rest to be handled by their families.

Luo Yunxi walked towards Luo's house.

Luo Feiying was wearing a goose yellow inlaid blue bead gauze skirt, the length of the skirt was just ankle-length, and the shoulder was draped in a pink long smoke gauze dress, which was extremely bright. Although she was only 15 years old, she was tall and delicate, with black hair in soft braids hanging down the back of her head, and her skin became whiter and whiter. On the face of the melon seeds, the willow eyebrows and apricot eyes, the nose and lips are clever, and the eyes are shining, but they are full of surprise when they look at Luo Yunxi.

"Eldest sister, are you frightened?" Luo Yunxi asked with a smile.

"Xi'er?" Luo Feiying's voice trembled slightly. What caught my eye was really the pair of cold and beautiful Danfeng eyes, and my heart was cold.

"You were on the platform just now, right?" Luo Yunxi approached and muttered like a dream.

Luo Feiying's eyes showed disbelief. Liang Guifei's exclamation suddenly came from the palace: "Bixia, when there was a big mess just now, a young lady took advantage of the chaos to touch the golden silk jade pendant on my chest!" That's what you sent to your concubine! ”