The eyebrows and eyes were crooked, and a hint of a smile appeared at the corner of Ye Qingli's mouth.

The breeze blew Ye Qingli's hair, the corners of his rose-red clothes fluttered lightly, and the bewitching colors rose and retreated.

"Your Excellency, please go back, if you take a step further, don't blame us for being rude!" A middle-aged man on the roof of the building said fiercely.

"Oh? Which Ji Qiran ordered it? A bright smile crossed her lips.

"Presumptuous, daughter of a criminal minister, dare to call the name of the third prince?!"

"Hehehe......" Ye Qingli laughed presumptuously, as if no one was rampant.

At this time, there was more than one person on the roof.

Countless soldiers emerged from the rooftops, all in black armor, with fierce looks, and metal bows and arrows glowing with a cold glow.

Ye Qingli looked at this scene coldly, not only did she not retreat, but walked forward slowly, like a leisurely stroll.

She slowly walked from the door of her small courtyard to the center of the courtyard.

As a result, I saw the people around me more clearly.

The feathered arrows were densely circled, the moonlight was largely obscured, and the mottled shadows cast on the neglected and overgrown ground, a different kind of depression and coldness.

Ye Qingli sneered, a master of the Chen system, his strength was already very strong, and he actually looked up to her so much, and summoned part of the feather arrow team of Wuling Kingdom.

Ye Qingli, the powerful Ye Qingli of the Feather Arrow Team, is usually a high-level soldier who is used to protect the people in the royal family, he is well-trained, very brave, and his agility is not comparable to that of ordinary soldiers.

It seems that Ji Qiran probably didn't think about letting her go, just obey obediently, if she doesn't obey, what awaits her is death.

No matter how much physical strength you have, how can you be able to defeat the soldiers who come prepared for the years of rigorous training, and besides, fighting everyone alone with your own strength is an unpleasant thing!

Ye Qingli watched as the soldiers around him slowly set up their bows and arrows and aimed them at her, as if they were about to leave the string in the next second.

She wasn't scared.

"You vicious woman, hurry up and explain, what about the three princes? Why didn't he come out, did you plot against him?! The eyes of the middle-aged man at the head burst out with a fierce light.

Ye Qingli brushed the blown-up hair behind him, and didn't care about these sabre-rattling people at all, and said, "Is it really good for you to say this?" It's true that I, Ye Qingli, am not smart, but where does malice start, not to mention, even if I am really vicious, how can I compare to Your Highness? You should be aware of all this, right? ”

She smiled softly, and the provocation in her smile was even more provocative.

"Humph! Even if that's what! How can the people of the royal family tolerate a waste like you as a wife, you have always been ignorant of what to do, you don't have the slightest self-knowledge, and you just rely on my Royal Highness, and you still want to marry him! It's just that the ability is low, and you can't even weigh your own weight?! ”

"Are these things your own speculation, or are they ......?"

"What if His Highness said it?! I agreed with him to kill you, but you survived again. Your Highness can't bear to kill you, I won't! To give you one last chance, where is my Royal Highness? ”

The cloudy gaze of the middle-aged man led by Sen Leng was like a poisonous sword, stabbing at Ye Qingli mercilessly.