King Yu hesitated and did not move.

Thinking about Shen Junjiu, maybe he was just talking casually.

But Shen Junjiu turned his head and looked directly at the direction of the screen in front of him.

"Although I don't know who you are, the next time you want to visit the boudoir at night, remember to change your clothes and wash the incense on your body first, otherwise I am afraid that you will be beaten to death by someone."

After speaking, Shen Junjiu said coldly:

"Xia Lan, please come out!"

King Yu's face changed, and before he could react, he suddenly felt as if a wind was blowing above his head, and a black shadow fell from the beam, and then the man shook his hand and a cold light attacked him directly.

"Who?"

King Yu was so frightened that he hurriedly retreated, knocking over the screen with a "bang".

When he retreated sharply, he grabbed the porcelain vase on the shelf next to his hand and smashed it towards the opposite side, trying to force back the black shadow on the opposite side to get out, but who knew that the porcelain vase was split apart in an instant.

When the porcelain shards fell to the ground with a clatter, the cold light followed me.

King Yu didn't even have time to dodge before he felt a chill directly on his neck.

Half an inch further would kill him!

King Yu didn't care about his demeanor anymore, and said in a panic:

"Stop!"

He was afraid that this person would really treat him as a thief who visited the boudoir at night, so he didn't dare to hide his identity at all, and in the direction of Shen Junjiu, he lowered his voice and said angrily:

"This king is the king of Yu."

"Shen Junjiu, if you dare to let people hurt this king even a little, your Song family will have to give this king a funeral!"

In the night, Shen Junjiu seemed to be shocked: "King Yu? ”

"Xia Lan, stop first."

Shen Junjiu took the fire fold out and lit the lamp and candle.

When the light appeared in the room, King Yu saw clearly the servant girl standing in front of him with a sword.

Facing the tip of the sword that was barely a finger's distance from his throat, King Yu's face was ugly.

He never thought that there would be such a powerful master in the poor Miss Cousin's room who was bullied by the Song family in his imagination.

Shen Junjiu looked at him slightly from a distance: "You said you are the King of Yu?" ”

She glanced him up and down, and her face turned cold.

"Don't you think I'm stupid?"

"King Yu is a dignified prince, a prince of the royal family, and his status is so precious."

"How could he be so sneaky and visit a daughter's boudoir at night?"

Shen Junjiu said coldly:

"Xia Lan, tie up the person and send it to the front yard to hand it over to your uncle!"

"Wait!"

When King Yu heard that Shen Junjiu was actually going to hand him over to Song Xuanrong, his face suddenly changed greatly, and he said urgently: "I am really Yan Mingyue, King Yu, if it is fake, you don't believe that I still have the waist card of King Yu's Mansion on me." ”

Shen Junjiu glanced at Xia Lan.

Xia Lan struck him with his sword, and said sharply when he was in pain, "Be honest! ”

She knew King Yu, and she also knew that Shen Junjiu knew.

Although she didn't understand why Shen Junjiu did this, Xia Lan still cooperated and reached out to search for King Yu.

After finding something from him, he pretended to rummage for a moment before taking out a waist card from it and handing it to Shen Junjiu.

King Yu hurriedly said: "This is my identity waist card, and everyone in Beijing can recognize it." ”

Shen Junjiu's face changed when he looked at the waist card.

Xia Lan said in a deep voice: "Miss, that fake monk also has the monk card of Miaofa Temple on his body during the day, who knows if this person stole the waist card of King Yu's mansion and pretended to be King Yu." ”