Chapter Seventy-Seven: The Marriage of Nan Zhao (3)

Gongzi suddenly roared, and the dead soldiers all took action. Some shot arrows, some rushed down with long knives and went straight to the chariot and horse honor guard.

Who are they? Isn't it crazy, even Nan Zhao's guard of honor dares to intercept it?! ”

Hearing the noisy fighting outside, Ni Wuyin hurriedly lifted the white light veils on both sides of the carriage with his hands. She calmly looked at the people who attacked the honor guard, and carefully judged their identities.

After all, the people led by Gongzizhi are all the dead soldiers of Banying Palace, and they are the top spies he has cultivated, so they are naturally strong in martial arts. Most of these people in the honor guard are some palace people, where can they do any martial arts?

There were only a few guards in the honor guard, and they were soon killed by the dead soldiers of Gongzizhi. The rest of the palace people saw that the situation was not good, so they fled one after another. However, none of these dead soldiers were left alive, and they were all killed.

After the fighting, there was desolation.

In the last second, the honor guard was still advancing towards Nanzhao, and in this second, only the miserable scene of a river of blood was left. Everyone fell in a pool of blood, leaving only the vengeful Gongji and many remaining dead soldiers.

Gongzi Zhi stood proudly in front of the neon silent carriage and shouted contemptuously: "Ni Wuyin, don't you come out yet?" ”

When he had finished speaking, he raised his eyebrows and looked at the curtain in front of the carriage.

"Ni Wuyin, don't you recognize this son? Speaking of which, shouldn't this son settle accounts with you? ”

No matter what Gongzi Zhi said, the carriage didn't move at all.

Could it be that Ni Silent ran away?

Gongzi suddenly became suspicious, so he hurriedly stepped forward and lifted the curtain. The moment he lifted the curtain, three thin needles suddenly flew into the carriage.

"What a neon silent, you dare to plot against your son!"

Childeji lowered his head and looked at his wrist that had been pricked by a thin needle, and screamed angrily. At this time, Ni Wuyin suddenly jumped out of the carriage and kicked Gongji to the ground.

"You...... You! Relying on Gongzi Yu to teach you some martial arts, do you think you can deal with this son?! ”

Ni Wuyin stood calmly in place, just staring at Gongiji who fell to the ground with an expressionless face. When the dead men saw this, they all gathered around.

"No!" Childe raised his hand and stopped them. He stood up, patted the dust on his body and said, "This is a personal grudge between Ben Gongzi and her, and naturally Ben Gongzi has to solve it personally." ”

Childe gritted his teeth, shook his head with a sneer, and looked at Ni Wuyin. He let out a sudden scream, clenched his sword tightly, and slashed at her. Ni silently dodged the sword with agility, but Koiji suddenly raised his fist and slammed it at her......

After all, Ni Wuyin has only been trained for a few months, and the skills he has learned are naturally not as good as Gongzizhi, who is the son of Dongyan, who has been practicing martial arts since childhood. Soon, Ni Wuyin gained the upper hand and was knocked to the ground by a sudden punch from Childeji.

"Tut-tut, how powerful does this son think Gongzi Yu is, isn't the person who taught him a defeated general? Hahahaha......"

Childeji stepped on Ni Wuyin's head and laughed wildly.

"Ni Wuyin, if you kill Bian'an, you should have today's ending!"

Ni Wuyin was trampled under his feet fiercely, unable to move, and didn't want to explain the death of the county lord of Bian'an. She had been fighting with Gongzi Zhi for so long, and she had already lost her physical strength, and she lost too much blood, and she was bumpy all the way, and she passed out.

Childe gritted his teeth and looked sadly at the mountains in the distance.

Bian'an, I avenged you, did you see it?

He thought so, and lowered his head again, smirking contemptuously. He tilted his head, scrutinizing the sword in his hand.

"My son will rely on himself to obtain the weight of his father. Blossom Order, you can take it with you on Huangquan Road! ”

As he spoke, he raised the sword in his hand and stabbed her fiercely......

At this moment, a silver figure suddenly appeared and kicked Gongzi to the side. Immediately, a team of men and horses were killed to fight with the dead soldiers of Gongzizhi.

Gongzizhi looked at it fixedly, and couldn't help but be angry and said: "Gongzi Yu! Don't you want her to die too? Have you forgotten who killed Bian'an?! ”

Gongzi Yu lowered his head, looked at Ni Wuyin quietly, raised his head again and said, "Brother Wang, she is now the wife of Prince Jun of Southern Zhao." If the eldest brother is so presumptuous again, isn't he afraid that Nan Zhao and his father will blame him? ”

Childe raised his head and laughed wildly. "Afraid? What else is there to be afraid of? ”

The people he wanted to protect the most were dead, so what else was there to worry about? It's just a murder of the wife of Prince Jun of Southern Zhao, it's just a capital crime!

Gongzi Zhi wants Ni Wuyin's life, and it seems that no one can stop him. However, when he saw that Gongzi Yu actually came to stop him halfway, and he confidently pressed his father against him, he couldn't help but laugh.

"Gongzi Yu, you are now using these high-sounding words to suppress this son, but I don't know——"

Gongzi Zhi said "tsk", and looked at him with a contemptuous smile.

"You left the palace without permission, does your father know?"

Gongzi Yu sighed and shook his head. "It's sad."

Hearing his naked ridicule, Gongzi Zhi couldn't help but burst into a rage and said, "Pathetic? What's pathetic?! ”

While Childe was saying this, a carriage suddenly appeared. Gongzi Zhi looked at the carriage, couldn't help glaring at Gongzi Yu fiercely, and shouted: "You dare to intimidate this child!" ”

Gongzi Yu didn't answer, but turned to the carriage and bowed respectfully.

"Son-in-law to meet my father!"

When Childe heard this, his eyes widened, and he turned back to look at the carriage carefully. Emperor Yan slowly got out of the carriage and walked towards them.

"You ......" Gongzi Zhi was speechless in astonishment, and looked at Emperor Yan in a daze. Emperor Yan's anger was written on his face, and he gave him a slap with his backhand.

"Rubbish! She is the wife of Prince Jun of Nanzhao, you dare to murder her! ”

Today's Gongzizhi was not trembling with fear as usual, and hurriedly knelt at the feet of Emperor Yan and begged for mercy. Today, after losing the lord of Bian'an, he no longer cares about life and death.

"If Nan Zhao is investigated, how can you explain it?!"

Emperor Yan was furious, but Gongzizhi did not answer. His hair was disheveled, and the wind blew the few strands of his hair that hung down to the ground.

Emperor Yan trembled with anger, and said to the middle attendant: "Give ...... Send this rebel back to the palace for the widow! ”

With a wave of his hand, the guards took Gongzi Zhi down.

"This time, thanks to you telling the widow in time." Emperor Yan held back his anger and calmed down.

Gongzi Yu said: "It's just that the retainers can't bear to let the eldest brother be confused for a while, destroying the friendship between the two countries." ”

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