The princess wanted Ye Youhuan to see the bloodline of Emperor Yan, and took Ye Youhuan's sword and wanted to draw a sword on Ye Youhuan's arm.

Ye Youhuan was a little nervous, and reminded Princess Jinyu to pay attention and not to take it lightly.

"Don't worry!" The princess slashed Ye Youhuan's arm with her sword.

"Whew-"

The piercing sound suddenly appeared, and Ye Youhuan's arm began to spew hot steam violently.

"What's going on?" Ye Youhuan pulled out his arm in a panic.

The wound on his arm was not bleeding, but white hot vapor was constantly spurting from the wound.

"Why such a big reaction?" The princess was also taken aback by the situation before her.

"What the hell is going on?" Ye Youhuan grabbed his arm and asked.

"The Yan Emperor bloodline has the ability to heal wounds automatically." The princess introduced: "Those who have awakened the bloodline of Emperor Yan will not bleed after being injured, but there will be hot vapor slowly wafting out of the wound.

"What's wrong with me?" Ye Youhuan hurriedly asked.

"You're steam erupting too fast." The princess couldn't believe it.

"What then?"

Ye Youhuan looked at his wound, and he felt that the steam spewing out of his arm was gradually getting smaller.

"It's okay, your steam is spraying so fast, and the wound must heal faster."

"Wounds heal on their own?" Ye Youhuan observed his arm, and as the steam became less and less, he could gradually see that the wound on his arm was only healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The flesh in the wound is growing wildly, and you can even see the newly grown granulation maturing, and the egg whites and keratin are growing on the chicken, and gradually the skin is formed.

When the water vapor had dissipated, the wound that the princess had just cut was completely gone.

Ye Youhuan stroked his smooth arm and said in disbelief: "The wound is really gone!" ”

"This is the strength of the Yan Emperor's bloodline, but ......"

"But what?" Ye Youhuan asked.

"You seem special, though." The princess looked at Ye Youhuan strangely.

"You have to make it clear to me." Ye Youhuan found that he gradually didn't know his body very well.

He just slept with the princess, how could he wake up, his hair had grown, his color had changed, and he had somehow inherited the bloodline of Emperor Yan.

"I'll make it clear to you, but let's deal with these people first." The princess looked at the civil and military ministers kneeling on the ground and said.

The men were still on their knees, and they didn't dare to lift their heads.

Many people kept coughing because there was a charred corpse in front of them, and the smoke and ash emitted from the charred corpse were blown by the wind to the ministers kneeling on the ground, causing many people to have difficulty breathing and couldn't help coughing.

"Get up." The princess commanded her ministers to get up.

The ministers who stood up had complicated expressions.

Just now they also swore to take Ye Youhuan's life, and it can be seen that the bloodline of Emperor Yan has been awakened, and they want to bow down to the heirs of Emperor Yan's bloodline.

The princess said to the ministers: "The bloodline of my Murong clan has been inherited by the past generations, the more red hair, the purer the bloodline, and the strongest heir recorded in history is only half of the red hair, but you take a look at General Ye." ”

After the princess finished speaking, the ministers looked at each other.

If what the princess said was true, then wouldn't this Ye Youhuan have the purest Yandi bloodline in his body.

Speaking of Emperor Yan, everyone in the Yan Kingdom knows about it.

His name is Murong Yan, and he is the founding emperor of the Yan Kingdom.

Legend has it that he had red hair and only a strand of black hair.

At the beginning, there were three small countries in the territory of Yan Kingdom, and the three kingdoms fought each other for many years, and the people were struggling to make a living.

Murong Yan unified the three kingdoms and established the thousand-year-old foundation of the Yan Kingdom.

It is recorded that the Yan Emperor possessed the magical ability to manipulate fire.

After that, the Murong royal family, every few generations, there will be red-haired princes, and these princes have the ability to control flames.

However, the royal family knows best.

After all, the royal family has not given birth to a red-haired prince for several generations, and the ministers have not particularly studied the matter of Emperor Yan's bloodline.

After the princess told how many red hairs and how strong the bloodline was, the situation of the ministers was even more embarrassing.

Emperor Yan is a god who must not be violated in the hearts of the Yan people.

Regardless of Ye Youhuan's means to obtain the bloodline of Emperor Yan.

Let's say that since he has the blood of Emperor Yan in his body, it would be a great disrespect for the ministers to draw their swords against Ye Youhuan.

The princess didn't seem to be shocked enough to dislike the ministers, and said directly: "According to the legend handed down by my Murong royal ancestors, even Emperor Yan back then, not all of his hair was red, but he also had a strand of black hair. ”

"This ......"

"What does that mean?"

"Liar, huh?"

"How is that possible?"

The ministers exploded the pot again.

"I'm going back to check the books—" A faint voice came from behind the crowd.

Everyone looked back and found that it was the old prime minister Jiang Heng who woke up at some point.

His face was flushed with a fan, swollen like a large sarcoma.

At this moment, he was supported by Zhuge An, and walked over to this side tremblingly.

"Your Highness, do you know what you're talking about?" Jiang Heng's tone was not good, and he questioned Princess Jinyu.

"Of course I do." Princess Jinyu said.

"I'll go back and look for ancient books, I don't believe that Emperor Yan's bloodline is not as good as a Xishan man of unknown origin." Jiang Heng didn't believe the princess's words, she felt that the princess was deceiving everyone.

"You don't know how much of my ancestor's redhead hair, but there's one thing you know for sure, right?" The princess asked suddenly.

Jiang Heng asked, "What's the matter?" ”

"Yan Jun's body is different, there is no trace in a hundred battles, his fingers are broken, and the next day is the same?" Princess Jinyu asked, "You've always heard this sentence, haven't you?" ”

After Princess Jinyu finished speaking, before the ministers could answer, she swiped her sword and cut off Ye Youhuan's four fingers.

"—" Ye Youhuan only felt a heart-piercing pain in his hand.

Looking at the palm of the hand, there are already four fingers missing.

"How can you ...... like this" Ye Youhuan was furious.

"Don't panic, take a closer look at your hands." The princess reminded Ye Youhuan not to be too flustered.

"My hand ......" Ye Youhuan looked at his palm, and white steam erupted violently from the severed finger, wrapping the palm of the severed finger in the steam.

"Whew-"

The steam erupts very quickly, making a whistle of "whoosh".

"You blow the steam away and look at it." The princess asked Ye Youhuan to see the situation inside the steam.

"This ......"

Ye Youhuan's head was covered with cold sweat, and he didn't know if it was painful or frightened.

His face turned pale.

He endured the sharp pain and blew hard into his palm.

"Hoo ——————"

When the mist clears, it reveals where the finger has been severed by the sword.

The white bones of the wound were growing at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the flesh was growing like a crazy vine, climbing up the phalanges that were growing at the same time.