At this time, He Mengxi fell on Qingmei's body, her head hung weakly, and Qingmei hugged her with difficulty.

Dong Yirui looked at the woman in front of her who was covered in bruises and was almost about to fall, she squatted down and reached out to pinch her chin.

He Mengxi had to look up, although her face was full of blood, although her face was already swollen, but her eyes, the outline of her face, the beauty in her bones, and her delicate and powerless posture were exposed in front of Dong Yirui, which made Dong Yirui gasp.

Feng Yun's worries were right, the legendary jade-faced beauty general was indeed a great beauty, and now her pitiful appearance made her feel pity for this woman, let alone a man.

She has heard of Ling Zixu's efforts to leave her in the palace, and now it seems that Ling Zixu's motives are by no means simple, and Ling Zixu has cut a lot of concubines when he returns to the palace, is it to make room for the person in front of him, and he shuddes when he thinks about it.

"How?" Feng Yun sneered behind Dong Yirui, "If you stop me now, I may have no place to cry in the future, and if I don't completely solve her today, I will ...... endless troubles." ”

Dong Yirui stood up, tightened her lips, and said no more.

"Huh...... Haha......" A low laugh came from He Mengxi's mouth.

Feng Yun and Dong Yirui looked strangely at the woman who was kneeling on the ground covered in bruises, they all looked like this, and they still had the heart to laugh, and they could laugh.

"You ,...... So afraid of me,...... It's so funny, what do you think you are, a stupid woman who can't live without a man, your prince, I'm not rare, he's also stupid, how did he raise you ....... ”

"You ......" Dong Yirui pointed at He Mengxi and shouted: "Nonsense, I still want to ...... in vain!" ”

She flicked her sleeves and turned in disgust.

She and Feng Yun looked at each other, and nodded slightly tacitly.

Feng Yun sneered at the corner of her mouth, sat back in her place, and Dong Yirui stood next to her.

Feng Yun waved his hand and signaled to the martial artist.

The martial artist pulled out a short knife from his waist, held it in his hand, and walked towards He Mengxi.

"Don't, you can't ......" Qingmei hugged He Mengxi and cried loudly.

He Mengxi was fearless, and sneered: "Okay, you guys, spend my face, your prince is going to support me for a lifetime, I really have to rely on your prince...... hahaha, there are times when you regret it......"

But when the warrior stood in front of her, when the sharp blade shone in the sunlight, she couldn't laugh.

There was a sadness in her heart, unlucky, her luck was too bad, and this crossing was really going to become a joke.

Just when He Mengxi's eyes widened, looking at the bloodthirsty white blade that was about to reach in front of his face, his heart was full of horror.

"Bang, bang, bang......" Three loud applause came from the air.

The people in the courtyard turned their heads in surprise and followed the sound, only to see a young Taoist with a graceful demeanor sitting on the high wall on the west side of the courtyard.

He was dressed in a Taoist robe, sitting on the wall, with a copper teapot beside him, clapping his hands, and he looked like he was comfortable and not afraid of big things.

His face is fair, his expression is crisp, his eyes are deep, his posture is chic, he has an otherworldly temperament, and he has a rare handsome state, which is the Windy City.

"Wind Chief, you're here, save Miss Chen!" Qingmei shouted.

Feng Yun was stunned, her expression was slightly inferior, her eyes were closed, she ignored Feng Cheng, and ordered the martial artist in a deep voice: "Quick, quickly scratch her face!" ”

The warrior did not dare to disobey and raised his sword.

I only heard the sound of "dangchang", and the cold light flashed.

The martial artist screamed "oops", and when everyone looked again, the knife in the martial master's hand was gone, and the martial artist's arm hung down weakly, and blood was dripping from his wrist.

The maids and servants all took a step back in surprise, it seemed that the wind chief had made a move, but no one could see clearly how he made a move.

Another martial artist saw that his companion was injured, and knew that he had met a master, so he immediately drew his waist sword as if he was facing a great enemy, and shouted, "Who is it? ”

These two martial artists were invited by Feng Yun from the Prime Minister's Mansion, and of course they didn't know the character of Wind City.

Feng Cheng smiled slightly, picked up the teapot, jumped up, and spun beautifully in the air, everyone only felt that there was a flower in front of them, and Feng Cheng had fallen in the courtyard without touching the dust, and was falling in the middle of Feng Yun and He Mengxi, standing firmly facing Feng Yun.

The martial artist standing in front of He Mengxi's eyes, the flying knife in his hand was gone, although he was flustered, he was still unwilling, and he was about to pull out the knife on his waist.

Windy City didn't look at it, his big sleeves were raised back, only to see that the martial artist suddenly had his feet off the ground, and before he understood what was going on, his hand was still on the hilt of the knife, and in the direction of the sleeves raised by Windy City, with a "whoo......sh" sound, he was thrown out of the high wall by a strong force.

There was a loud "bang", the sound of the human body falling to the ground, and then there was a terrible scream of "ah.......

Windy City just stood there, his body didn't move at all, he just raised his arms, his expression was calm and calm, and it seemed that it was effortless.

Such a visual impact startled the other martial artist to involuntarily take a few steps back, and the hand holding the steel knife only trembled.

Feng Yun's face changed color, he didn't expect this wind path chief to look handsome, but he was so strong in martial arts, these two martial artists were simply ordinary pawns in front of him, and they were vulnerable.

Seeing that the general trend had gone, Feng Yun was unwilling.

"Wind Chief, you are a guest of the palace, I am the master of the palace, there is a master, is it disrespectful for you to do this!" Feng Yun stared at Wind City angrily and asked.

Feng Cheng smiled: "The princess is a lot of forbearance, Poor Dao is not a guest, he was hired by the prince to protect the prisoner, the prince has a life-saving grace for me, so I only obey the prince!" ”

The meaning is self-evident, he only listens to the prince.

"It's a good one who only obeys the prince's orders, so you don't care about me, the princess!" Feng Yun's face was covered with frost.

"Poor Dao is a monk, except for the master, no one cares about it, and this is an important place for the encirclement of Qin criminals, the princess trespasses without permission, it is inappropriate, today's situation is my duty is a failure, I will ask the prince for guilt, and I hope that the princess will be considerate of Poor Dao, please move quickly ......."

"Where do you want me to go, this is my house, I am in my house, and I am at your mercy?" Feng Yun's phoenix eyebrows were upside down.

"Except for the back garden, the rest of the palace is yours, the prince here has been listed as a forbidden place in the palace, the princess vented her anger with her private, the prince came back, how do you explain?"

Windy City is neither humble nor arrogant, righteous and righteous words.