Ye Youhuan was faced by his subordinates and soldiers.

He deserved it.

Is the princess so easy to bully?

However, it is really unpredictable, Ye Youhuan is the second time that he has committed this kind of crime that is enough to cut through his heart with a thousand knives or be pierced by thousands of arrows, but he is still alive and well.

Surrounded by hundreds of archers, the result was nothing more than a false alarm.

Ye Youhuan quietly wiped her cold sweat, although she was panicked, she was calm and kept her smile.

The soldiers were ordered to retreat.

While Ye Youhuan breathed a sigh of relief, he also frowned.

Because he found that the Yan people among the soldiers looked at him with cold eyes.

It seems that he has a relationship with Princess Jinyu unclearly, and Yan Ren still can't accept it.

Look at your five subordinates.

Except for Meng Fei, who was confused, the other four people all showed disappointed expressions.

"Eh-" Ye Youhuan sighed, he was really obsessed with his mind at that time, there was nothing to excuse.

But no one is perfect, right?

I'm already so perfect, and I'm not a little flawed, wouldn't it be a thin life?

After Ye Youhuan comforted herself like this, she was called away by the princess alone.

When the two were about to leave, a cry of grief came from behind them.

"Princess—"

This princess shouted very desolately, and the voice was the old prime minister Jiang Heng.

Turning his head to look, Jiang Heng's body trembled with anger, and he muttered vigorously: "Evil, evil!" ”

The princess walked over quickly, and held the prime minister's trembling body very guiltily.

"Smack-" Prime Minister Jiang Cheng slapped the princess hard: "Morality...... Moral corruption, the face of the Murong royal family is lost by you today. ”

"Smack-" A slap sounded louder.

It turned out that Ye Youhuan suddenly appeared next to Prime Minister Jiang Cheng and returned the slap for Princess Jinyu.

He didn't show mercy because of Prime Minister Jiang's old age, the power of this light was many times that Prime Minister Jiang had just fanned out.

How could a little old man who stepped into the coffin one by one withstand such a hard slap.

Jiang Chengxiang's whole person was fanned out a long way, and he fell to the ground in a circle.

"How can you!" The princess was frightened and stood on the spot.

Guo Yi rushed out with a 'whoosh', threw himself beside Jiang Chengxiang, and observed Jiang Chengxiang's situation.

After Jiang Chengxiang fell, his eyes were closed and he didn't move.

Guo Yi hurriedly used his finger to probe Prime Minister Jiang Cheng's snort, and said to himself: "Don't have anything wrong!" ”

"It's fine." Feeling that the old prime minister was still breathing weakly, Guo Yi breathed a sigh of relief.

Then he immediately called out to the military doctor, asking the military doctor to hurry up and check on the old prime minister's injuries.

Seeing that someone was going to call a military doctor, Guo Yi stood up, turned around and stared at Ye Youhuan coldly, looking at his expression, it seemed that he wanted to dig out his heart and lungs to Ye Youhuan in order to eliminate his hatred.

"Who will join me in slaying this thief?"

The soldiers have all been disbanded, and now there are only ministers of civil and military affairs around.

"Me!" Immediately there was a corps commander who took a step forward.

"Count me in." The second speaker was even happier, and when he stepped forward, he directly pulled out a bright sword hanging from his waist.

"It's also Lao Tzu."

"Although I am not armed with force, I will not sit idly by." A thin scholar walked out, and he was the first Wenchen to take a stand.

After him, one by one, Wenchen stood up again to make a statement.

Ye Youhuan felt embarrassed when she saw her betraying her relatives, but she didn't regret it at all.

He was impulsive, but if time had to come all over again, he would still do it.

What Ye Youhuan thought in her heart was: "My woman, I can't even scold myself, you dare to do it." ”

At this moment, he was facing the civil and military ministers, and he was not as nervous as facing a thousand archers.

In his eyes, these people are all useless straw bales.

He drew his sword and confronted almost all the ministers of civil and military affairs.

Zhong Ling didn't know when he stood beside Ye Youhuan and Princess Jinyu, and drew his sword like a shadow.

Before the princess could calm down, she said to herself, "How can you do this?" ”

"Why can't I?" Ye Youhuan asked everyone: "I, Ye Youhuan's woman, that old man dares to fight, if I don't chop off his hand, even if it is cheap." ”

"We're here to kill this wicked man!" Guo Yi was at the front of the crowd.

The princess stopped between Ye Youhuan and the ministers, and mediated: "Can I handle this matter?" ”

"Your Royal Highness Princess, you better get out of the way, I'm afraid this matter is beyond your control." Guo Yi persuaded.

"Isn't there room for détente?" The princess asked.

"Only one of us can live between heaven and earth." Guo Yi's words were very decisive, and he persuaded the princess: "Come on, after us, I swear that even if there is no such stinky boy, we can help Your Highness recover the Yan Kingdom." ”

"......" The princess hesitated a little, and then she suddenly looked at Ye Youhuan.

"What for?" Ye Youhuan was stunned.

"I want you to follow my movements." The princess's eyes became determined.

"What do you mean?" Ye Youhuan was surprised.

"You imitate whatever action I make, do you understand?" The princess was a little anxious.

"Listen...... Understood. Ye Youhuan understood the princess's words, but she didn't understand his intentions.

"Follow me!" The princess faced Guo Yi and the others, turned sideways, and raised her right hand.

"So?" Ye Youhuan imitated the princess's movements.

"Yes, the hand is raising a little bit, about the height of the eyebrows." The princess instructed.

"So?" Ye Youhuan straightened his posture according to the princess's words, and asked strangely, "What are you doing here?" ”

"Don't talk." The princess reprimanded, "Calm down and look at your palms." ”

"Looking at my palms?" Ye Youhuan wondered what was so good about his hands.

"There is a fire in the heart of imagination." The princess said to Ye Youhuan.

"Huh?" Ye Youhuan was confused.

"Hurry up!" The princess urged.

"Good!" Ye Youhuan's whole face was distorted, and he looked angry.

"What are you doing?" The princess asked curiously.

"Don't you want me to think about a fire in my heart?" Ye Youhuan said: "Isn't that the anger in my heart? ”

"It's not anger, it's a flame, a real flame, the kind of flame that can burn people." The princess explained.

"I see, then you don't make it clear." Ye Youhuan complained while cooperating with the princess.

He imagined a fire in his heart.

"Huh?" Only then did such a thought arise, Ye Youhuan felt a heat in his chest, as if there was really a flame burning in his heart.

"What's going on?" Ye Youhuan couldn't help but be surprised.