"Not convinced?"

Shen Jiang squinted his eyes, and his pupils were as cold as a deep pool.

She raised her sleeves domineeringly, leaned back on the chaise longue, and said calmly: "This palace was born in a famous family, knew a thousand words at the age of three, read military books at the age of six, founded Jinwuwei at the age of twelve, and went out with his father as a military advisor......

She raised her chin arrogantly: "Xiao Daoyan, as the son of this palace, you should be proud, what are you not convinced?" ”

Xiao Yi's eyes were bloodshot.

His voice was deep: "You are powerful in sweeping through the countries, but I hate you more than reverence, and I hate you more for being born and not raised." If you don't love, why did you bring me into the world? ”

Although he is a member of the Dayong royal family, he has suffered more when he was a child than ordinary children.

From the time he was sensible, no one loved him.

Several teenagers in the Nan family have their mother's love, but he has nothing, only the loquat tree in the yard to accompany him to grow up alone, and only the endless bullying and abuse of domestic servants.

finally became the overlord of South Vietnam with her ability, but this woman jumped out impatiently, wanting to take away everything he earned with his blood and life, and to take away his capital to protect Nan Jiaojiao.

He just wanted to ask......

Why?

What is the use of him wanting this mother?

Shen Jiang turned his face away.

The night wind blew out a few glass lamps, the light and shadow were swaying, and her beautiful face was hidden in the darkness, which made people unable to see her expression.

After a long time, she coldly diverted the topic: "You grew up in Jinguan City, and you have an unruly temper, and you are not suitable to inherit the position of the crown prince." Your third brother is a well-known gentleman in the world, and his fame, political achievements, and connections are beyond your reach. Give him the talisman and the Celestial Pivot, and if he succeeds him, it will be good for you in the future. ”

Xiao Yi laughed.

His things are all Nan Jiaojiao's, why should he give it to his younger brother he doesn't know?

His crooked eyes were even more blood-red, and there was blood between his teeth, and he playfully asked, "What if I don't want to?" ”

Shen Jiang's hand was gently covered by the glass lamp.

The lampshade was slightly hot, making her palm feel a little warm.

She raised her eyes, her delicate eyebrows full of indifference: "Then I will fight until you are willing to hand it over." ”

The blood guard has no emotion, so do it immediately!

The iron rod slammed into Xiao Yi's back, making a terrifying muffled sound.

Xiao Yi does not avoid or hide.

He looked directly at Shen Jiang and wanted to stand up little by little.

The iron rods hit his legs, back and other places one after another, he was covered in blood, but he stood up slowly but forcefully, he stared at Shen Jiang, and easily held the two iron rods that were coming towards the door in front of him.

The wrist moved, and the iron rod instantly broke away from the hands of the two blood guards.

Xiao Yi spun up!

The iron rod swept through the air, knocking down the two Blood Guards in the air and slamming them into the pepper wall, spitting out a large mouthful of blood.

Xiao Yi landed on the ground, and was about to continue, when five blood guards appeared in all directions, and the golden hooks connected to the iron ropes attacked his limbs, firmly penetrating his flesh and skin, and tightly strangled on his skeleton.

Blood stained his brocade robe.

Shen Jiang raised his index finger and gently put it in front of his lips: "Don't move...... I'm going to die. Obediently hand over the talisman and go to Chang'an to be an idle prince, isn't it? ”

Xiao Yi stared at her, just laughing.

In the next moment, he grabbed the iron cable, ignoring the pain of the golden hook tearing through the flesh, and suddenly threw the five blood guards into the air, and he picked up the iron rod in his hand and volleyed it into the air, seriously injuring the five blood health guards!

The nine-foot Mo knife returned to his hand, and he was about to kill someone, but the door of the temple was pushed open.

Shen Yichao's black robe was stained with frost and dew, stepped into the threshold of the hall, walked to Shen Jiang's side, leaned over and whispered in her ear, and then took out the silk handkerchief covering his nails from his arms and presented it to her respectfully.

Shen Jiang raised his cheeks, glanced at Xiao Yi, and was interested: "Give it to him." ”

The candle flame is beating.

Xiao Yi took the silk handkerchief and recognized it as Nan Jiaojiao's thing at a glance.

When opened, the nails hidden in the veil reveal a deep pale pink hue, and are also inlaid with fine pearls and jade.

This is Nan Jiaojiao's nails.

Xiao Yi suddenly clenched the silk handkerchief, his pupils were bloodshot at a speed visible to the naked eye, and he said in a dumb voice: "You guys, kill her?!" ”

Almost without waiting for others to answer, a terrifying aura erupted around him in an instant.

He was like a sharp blade out of the sheath, killing Shen Jiang without hesitation!

Shen Yijue raised his long knife, blocked it in front of Shen Jiang, and said sharply: "Is Your Highness going to kill your mother?!" ”

The nine-foot Mo knife is coming!

The two knives converge and burst into sparks.

Shen Yi was absolutely stunned by Xiao Yi's eyes.

What kind of eyes are they?

Blood red, cruel, dark, domineering!

Xiao Yi hooked his lips, but he looked even more terrifying than when he didn't smile: "Killing your mother? Shen Jiang, what kind of thing is she? I don't care about you! ”

Shen Yijue only lasted for a few moments, and the long knife snapped!

He took a few steps backwards in embarrassment, and the tiger's mouth was numb from the shock, and he could barely hold the knife!

The wind is coming.

Shen Jiang always maintained a lazy sitting posture, and he didn't even bother to lift his eyelids.

seems to be in her eyes, Xiao Yi is just a child who can't make waves in a small fight.

Just as Xiao Yi's blade was about to touch her eyebrows, a baby's cry came from outside the hall.

"Daoyan."

Someone is calling Xiao Yi.

The voice was clear and mellow, just like the wind and waning moon on the willow bank.

Xiao Yi's Mo knife stayed in front of Shen Jiang's eyebrows.

No matter how he mobilized the true qi in his body, he couldn't move forward half an inch, as if someone controlled him.

"Daoyan."

Qing Yue's mellow voice sounded again, with irresistibility.

Xiao Yi was forced to give up killing Shen Jiang.

He turned slowly.

The young man standing in front of the temple gate, with a robe and a crown of yarn, and a little cinnabar mole on his eyebrows.

He hugged Ah Weak, and was laughing and teasing: "Is this Daoyan's child?" Yuxue is cute, and Master really loves it. ”

Xiao Yi stared at him closely, and some not-so-wonderful memories came to his mind.

When the imperial brother saw that his life was difficult, he specially asked Shen Jiang to send his master to teach him his lessons, and it was no one else who was sent to Jinguan City, but the sanctimonious thief and Taoist priest in front of him.

The thief Taoist stayed in Jinguan City for two years, and he lived a very good life in those two years.

Xiao Yi's face was expressionless: "Don't touch him." ”

The Taoist chuckled, poked Ah Weak's white and tender face, and said softly: "I haven't seen you for many years, Dao Yan saw Master, why didn't he know how to salute?" Your kung fu is taught by me, do you want to deceive the teacher and destroy the ancestors? Even your mother has to be assassinated, which is really a long skill. ”

Shen Jiang changed his sitting position, not minding Xiao Yi's action of killing her just now, and said lightly: "Nan Baoyi is not dead, but was arranged by the palace to go elsewhere. Ah Yan, as long as you are obedient and obedient, after three years, I will arrange for you to meet, how about it? ”

Shen Yijue glanced at her.

My aunt's smile was as usual, as if Nan Baoyi was really alive.

He understood that his aunt was asking Xiao Daoyan to work hard for her.

He looked at Xiao Yi.

Xiao Yi held the knife with a dark expression.