The panicked Chinese New Year's Eve kicked off.

The fast horse passed through the crowd, the messenger was dressed in blood, and did not speak, and the news of the death of the prince had spread.

"His Royal Highness the Crown Prince has arrived!"

These words, like a curse, have been swirling in the head of the Yiren, the waist board has not been straightened when worshipping the heavens and the earth, the smile at the corner of the mouth is frozen on the face, the body falls softly, and the seventeen eyes are fast, holding the person and leaning on his arms.

The sound of messy horses' hooves came from a distance, and there was the sound of iron armor colliding, and some soldiers were shouting, "Help, get out of the way, and kill those who stand in the way." ”

The crowd of people without a study dispersed in an instant, and there was a riot outside, with panic, screams, and children's cries, mixed together, and a tragedy in the world.

"What's going on out there?"

An Sheng has been in the army for many years, and with his keen intuition, he jumped out of the window to investigate at the first time of the accident, and happened to come back, holding a seventeen sword in his hand, with a serious expression, "General, there are assassins in the palace." ”

"Whose soldier is that out there?"

"His Royal Highness Chengwang."

"Become a king!"

Seventeen was shocked for a moment when he heard this, and his expression became more and more serious.

King Cheng is the son of Xiao Ye, who was ordered to be stationed in the east, and he was not allowed to enter Beijing without the emperor's decree, how could he be here.

"King Cheng did not personally lead the troops, the leader of the troops was Prince Xiao's right-hand man, and his men and horses were stationed outside the city and could enter Beijing at any time."

Qi Luo suddenly appeared, injured, vomiting blood in his mouth, and after speaking, he fell straight up at the door, and there was a large pool of blood.

Yiren came back to his senses and ran towards him, his voice trembling, "Qi Luo? How are you? What about the brother, where is the brother? ”

Seventeen held him in his arms and sealed his acupuncture points, Jing Ming and Xia Zhishu hurriedly went to find the medicine box, Xiao Pick and his mother-in-law went to fetch hot water, and An Sheng was watching outside, almost an instinctive reaction.

Qi Luo temporarily stopped the bleeding, and his consciousness gradually returned, and when he saw the beautiful redwood woman in front of him, her eyelids moved slightly, "The princess is very beautiful today." ”

His voice was hoarse, almost speechless, but he still wanted to say such a sentence for His Royal Highness.

Yiren couldn't cry, "Brother, where is my brother?" ”

Qi Luo didn't speak, trembling and took out a letter and dagger from his arms and handed them to Yiren.

Yiren looked at the broken sword of the Son of Heaven and the blood-stained envelope in front of him, the blood was cold from the beginning to the end, and the tears fell one by one, completely and uncontrollably.

She trembled and stretched out her hand, and as soon as she touched it, Qi Luo withdrew her hand slightly, "Your Highness said, wait until the princess enters the palace." ”

Yiren has never had this moment, hating the royal family, hating this Dayan, hating her as a daughter, and hating the injustice of the world!

Entering the palace? Her brother is dead, what is she still doing in the palace? Why do you want to clean up the mess for these selfish and corrupt officials? She let her good girl not do it, go to the princess of his Laoshizi, her brother, with a beautiful country, what's the use, Yiren still can't believe it's true.

"Princess, the emperor still needs you."

Qi Luo understands that his son and girl are the kindest people in the world, and they will not abandon the people of the world, even if they are the emperor who treats them kindly, they have never had resentment, but now they are tired.

Qi Luo is right, she and her brother have been guarding for more than ten years, and they can't fall short, what her brother wants to do, she can do.

The woman who had just wiped off her brother held her breath and tried her best to hold back the last tears, wiped the tears on her face with her sleeve, and stood up little by little, there was no sadness, the sadness was in her heart, and on her face, there was only tenacity.

"Enter the palace!"

Seventeen quietly hid it, and Xiao Xiao brought her the brim of her hat, and wore the golden dagger around her waist.

Outside, in addition to the parade soldiers, the people celebrating Chinese New Year's Eve have closed the doors and windows, next to the lantern in front of the door, every household hangs a white cloth strip, and there is a chrysanthemum in front of the door that is not fresh.

The street that was quite lively just now is only solemn now, Yiren is standing at the door, the cold wind blowing on her body, and the red gauze looks so unreal.

The man on horseback stopped in front of her, with a gentle smile on his face, and his small dimples were full of warmth, he covered the pink petals on her head for her, and stretched out his hand to her, "Little lady, let's go, I'll take you to seek justice." ”

Her hands were already cold, even his warm palms could not convey any warmth, there was fluff attached to her neck, Seventeen passed through her shoulders, and tied her cloak and belt, the cold wind seemed to pass by her, and there was no half of the intersection.

"Open your mouth." Almost a conditioned reflex, Yiren opened his mouth, and a round lotus seed slid in, without the fragrance of osmanthus, so sweet that it was greasy.

"Don't vomit, if you eat too much sweet, you will be in a good mood, and I will ride a horse very quickly in a while, you can cry loudly, and after entering the palace, you have to laugh very openly."

After speaking, the horse ran out in an instant, and the scenery around him almost swept by, and the noise in his ears could not be heard.

"Seventeen? Seventeen? ”

She cautiously tried twice, but Seventeen did not respond to her, and Yiren pressed her eyes, and her mood was visibly low, and her tears and broken beads did not listen to her, and finally turned into a howling cry.

Seventeen listened to her unsuppressed cry, his eyes darkened a little, and the strength of his grip on the reins increased, and he quietly moved forward so that she could lean on, and with a clamp between his legs, the horse ran faster.

Seventeen tidied up her messy hair and brought the brim of her hat for her, and An Sheng came with Xiao Jiao.

Yiren has already sorted out her emotions, she has just vented her to vent, Qi Luo is right, the emperor still needs her, and she also needs to go to her brother to seek justice.

Xiao Xuan changed the golden maid's mansion, and the jade pendant on his waist lit up, and the people at the gate of the palace did not dare to stop him, and they all lowered their heads.

"Little lady." Seventeen stopped her, and Ito didn't look back.

"If you go, if anything happens, I'll carry it for you." As soon as they met for the first time, the high-spirited young man, holding an umbrella beside her, laughed wildly and fearlessly.

"What if you can't hold back?" Yiren still asked like that, but the difference was that his voice was stained with crying, and his heart trembled when he heard it.

"I can't hold it, I still have a cheap life, and let them take it, I protect you, don't be afraid, don't cry, I've always been, here, watching you, waiting for you."

She didn't speak, the red dress slowly disappeared from his sight, and the woman with the hat and veil turned around at the last moment, her hands were flat, and she slowly fell on her waist and abdomen, and made a big salute, and Seventeen understood her words, and she said, "Thank you, husband."

Seventeen didn't hear the last word, Seventeen's life is not a cheap life, it is a rare tenacity among men in the world.