Chapter 277: Bitter Hate Weaving Golden Wisps Every Year, Making Wedding Dresses for the Wang Family (2)

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The palace coup d'Γ©tat was quickly quelled by the brutal methods of Shin Lingjun.

The old ministers and important ministers who were loyal to King Anli were wantonly encircled and suppressed by Xinling Jun and killed! Only a few people such as Long Yangjun saw that the opportunity was not good, and took advantage of the chaos to escape, and they have not been arrested for the time being.

In one day, rivers of blood flowed.

The entire Wei capital Liang was bathed in a bloody atmosphere, and countless people were shocked by this drastic change, thinking that in less than ten days and a half months, the news that Xinling Jun would kill King An Li and ascend to the throne of King Wei would spread throughout the Seven Kingdoms and shake the world.

Compared to the dim-witted and incompetent King Anli, Xinling Jun is ten times better than him in terms of ability and prestige, a hundred times, and the corresponding pressure on the Six Kingdoms is also ten times stronger.

Zhao Qian woke up on the second day, and after learning about Xiang Shaolong's death, she almost passed out again.

Wang Dong had to calm down the negative feelings in her heart with her spirit, but she still looked lost and depressed, pondering that Zhao Qian was mentally traumatized, so she simply played uninvited again, and sent Zhao Qian to Ji Yanran's Yahu Xiaozhu, so that Ji Cai girl could find a way to enlighten her.

In a flash, it was a few days, and in these few days, a strict ban was implemented in Daliang City, and Xinlingjun purged on the one hand, and on the other hand, he collected the power of Wei ** and controlled it in his own hands.

Yuanzong was training his ink masters, Wang Dong was not idle, he directly retreated for a few days, and comprehended the martial arts method.

Many peerless masters want to refine into a furnace and understand it, and the difficulty is not only unimaginable for ordinary people, but even the first-class masters must be dumbfounded, so Wang Dong has never had the heart to slacken.

However, in the past few days, Wang Dong's main goal was to comprehend the two different true qi in his body.

One is the fossil divine skill true qi absorbed from Murong Jiu's body, and the other is the Mingyu divine skill true qi obtained from the Moon Palace Lord!

These two divine skills are abnormal, and their profundity and subtlety are by no means under any of the miraculous skills that Wang Dong has learned. It's just that the fossil god man can't cultivate, and the Mingyu magic skill he only has a true qi, and he doesn't have a mental formula, Wang Dong has always been unable to start.

It is also recently reached the innate realm, and martial arts has taken a big step, so I began to study it again, and after a few days, I really have some experience.

After the nine turns of the fossil divine skill, he turned into iron and stone. The sword is indestructible, and the fire and water are invulnerable! It is similar to the highest realm of Shaolin King Kong's incorruptible body, but unfortunately this mental method can only be practiced by Xuanyin virgins, and some of Wang Dong's comprehensions cannot be implemented for the time being.

On the contrary, he benefited a lot from the bright jade true qi of Invite Yue, and it blended with the star absorption**. The subtle control of true qi has gone one layer deeper.

On this day, Ji Yanran sent a maid to come and asked Wang Dong to hurry up to Yahu Xiaozhu and his party.

A quarter of an hour later, Wang Dong came to Yahu Xiaozhu, Ji Yanran's boudoir was elegant and pure, the furnishings in the house were exquisite and generous, and Ji Cainu was still wearing a white robe. The hair is draped over the shoulders, the long hair hangs down to the waist, and only a graceful and graceful back brings people an infinitely beautiful feeling.

Zhao Qian sat on the show couch. The palace dress dragged to the ground, her pretty face was lowered, and a small white hand was held in Ji Yanran's palm, as if her hand was injured. Ji Yanran was bandaging her wounds with a plain cloth.

Hearing the sound of footsteps, Ji Yanran's jade face was slightly on one side. With a hint of anger, he said, "Is Brother Wang finally here?" Do you know that Qian'er was planning to commit suicide just now, if it weren't for Yanran who happened to bump into her and knocked down the dagger in her hand, she would have died at this time. ”

The beauty of Ji Yanran's face, as bright as the bright moon, delicate and square, is a real all-round without dead ends, no matter from any direction, it is stunning, elegant and atmospheric!

Even with the eyes of Wang Dong, he couldn't help but feel a little surprised, he still admired the beauty of the jade face, but when he heard this, he frowned slightly.

Ji Yanran had already finished bandaging, hugged Zhao Qian into her arms, hugged her for a while, and said with a white look: "Sister Qian'er, this negative person has come, do you need my sister to avoid one or two?" ”

Zhao Qian does look like she is hurt by love, so Ji Yanran has this speculation, but no matter how smart she is, she can't imagine that although Zhao Qian is hurt by love, it is someone else who is sad!

"Sister Yanran, it's not like this......."

Zhao Qian said in a low voice, glanced at Wang Dong, quickly looked away, a touch of shame flashed on her pretty face, she had learned from the mouths of those maids that the person who treated her injuries was Wang Dong, the girl's innocent body was looked at by a man, and it was difficult to hide her shame, but this love disappeared in a flash, and her face was gloomy.

"Miss Ji, can you let me say a few words to Qian'er alone." Wang Dong looked at Ji Yanran and said.

"This is exactly what I meant by calling Brother Wang, but if you dare to bully Sister Qian'er, Yanran will not let you go." Ji Yanran chuckled and left the house.

Wang Dong walked towards Zhao Qian, sat down peacefully beside her, and reached out to grab Zhao Qian's injured little hand.

The two hands touched together, Zhao Qian felt like an electric shock, was slightly taken aback, and was about to break free, but with Wang Dong's cultivation, one hand pressed down, even an elephant couldn't struggle, how could Zhao Qian, a weak woman, break free, but touched the wound, and whispered: "You hurt Qian'er." ”

"Princess Qian is not even afraid of death, is she still afraid of this pain?"

Wang Dong replied casually, untied the cloth that tied the wound, and said: "Miss Ji's wound is well bandaged, and the wound medicine is also good, but it is not good enough!" After this wound heals, I am afraid that it will leave a scar! ”

The cloth was untied, revealing Zhao Qianying's skin as white as snow, like mutton fat and white jade, but there was a cut mark like a centipede on Hao's wrist!

"Wouldn't it be a pity if such a beautiful hand left a scar?" Wang Dong took out a jade bottle, applied the ointment, and then re-bandaged it with a cloth.

His movements were by no means as gentle as Ji Yanran's, and every touch made Zhao Qian feel pain, but she pursed her lips and didn't say a word of pain, as if she would lose as long as she said the word "pain" again.

"Princess Qian is really a strong child." Wang Dong showed a look of approval, looked around and said: "Ji Cainu's Yahu Xiaozhu is famous all over the world, and I don't know how many people in the world yearn for it, but I didn't appreciate it much last time!" I can't let go of the opportunity this time, can Princess Qian accompany me on a trip? ”

Zhao Qian bit her lip and said in a low voice: "I don't want to go, you can go and enjoy it by yourself." ”

"That's not going to work!" The king shook his head and smiled: "The lake is beautiful and picturesque, and it is a great pity that there is no wine, and it is really boring to have no beautiful people to accompany you." ”

As soon as he stretched out his hand and pulled her up, the latter let out a low cry and immediately followed. (To be continued)