"What's going on, is someone impersonating?"

"How is this possible, Yulin Army!?"

"The princess is married, do they want to rebel?"

……

At this moment, any unwillingness and their respective careful thoughts about Guan Kuo and Princess Guangle disappeared in an instant, and many people panicked, in the court, the winner and the loser were many times fighting for life and death, once involved, who knew who would be the next one outside the courtyard gate, or who would be.

The eldest lady's still dignified and beautiful face faded in an instant, looked at the man in front of her, and said in a trembling voice: "You...... Know? ”

Guan Qinghe held her hand a little tighter, and his voice was a little gentle:

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid of ......"

He glanced back at the cave room faintly, slightly worried, and then relieved.

The eldest lady also glanced back, her face was a little pale and said, "Kuo'er......"

"Don't worry, Princess Guangle won't let him die, that's why I asked him to marry Princess Guangle." Tube clear and warm channels.

"Bang!"

The loud sound was like thunder, and Zuo Wei's corpse smashed on the door of the Guanfu like a big log striking a bell, and the hard wooden door instantly dented.

The sound of weapons colliding was endless, and the Yulin army rushed in.

On the walls of the courtyard, there were countless archers.

There was chaos in the house, and those big people who were high up and talked about it on weekdays were clinging to their heads, for fear that the swords of the Yulin Army would be aimed at them.

"The anti-thief Guan Qing and fornicated with Southern Wu, messed with my Tang Dynasty, Your Majesty will kill him tonight!"

Lin Rong, the right guard, strode from the shadows outside the door, dressed in military uniform, with a tall posture, and crossed the high threshold of the Guanfu with contempt.

His handsome face became brighter and brighter, and darkness continued to pass over his face, and finally, it was clear.

He's young.

He held his head high and looked at the middle-aged man who was walking slowly towards this side with his wife in the distance, his eyes flashing with disgust and contempt.

He despised most of the people here, and felt that this place was all a wine bag and rice bag attached to Guan Qinghe Guanwei, and it was useless.

Guan Qinghe's gaze swept over his face without lingering too long, and then looked into the depths of the darkness.

As for the words of "His Majesty's Commandment" and Lin Rongyi's words, he seemed to have not heard it and did not disdain to hear it.

After a long time, Lin Rong felt the kind of contempt that made him hot, so his face sank and he shouted:

"Old thief, you have reached the end of the road, just tie your hands and arrest it!"

Guan Qinghe didn't look at him, and said slowly: "Xue Zhao, come out, let's talk." ”

His voice didn't sound loud at first, but it was steady, solemn, and seemed to have an amazing magic, breaking through all the noise and spreading far and wide, reaching everyone's ears.

Everything fell silent.

He spoke, and no one else spoke.

It's silent.

He stands tallest, and no one is taller than him.

The eldest lady held his hand tightly and stood behind him, and her heart gradually calmed down.

The sword light and sword shadow seem to be blocked, and there is no reproduction.

Everyone looked at him, and also at the depths of the night, the depths of the Yulin Army.

There was no answer there.

Lin Rong's eyes flashed with thunderbolts, and he sneered and made a gesture.

"Don't obey the old thief's will, want to resist, kill!"

The figures of more than a dozen Yulin pierced through the moonlight and firelight, and their edges drew white arcs in the air.

Tables and chairs, wine, and delicacies are all mixed together, and the splash is extraordinary.

The people of Zhongshu looked at the wolf-like Yulin Army and pounced on him like this, and his face was as frightened as earth, and he suddenly fell to the ground, urinating all over the ground.

A feather forest leaped over his head without looking at him, his armor making a very rhythmic sound, leaving only a single image.

"Right behind me, don't be afraid, don't look." Guan Qinghe glanced at the dozens of Yulin, as well as Lin Rong, who raised his head, turned around, squeezed his wife's hand, and said softly.

The eldest lady nodded slightly, closed her eyes, and really didn't look at it anymore.

The first Yu Lin rushed in front of Guan Qinghe.

He saw that Lord Zhongshuling, who had always been high, the existence that everyone had to look up to, was so clear in front of him, so a trace of happiness flashed on his face.

"For Datang!" He thought.

The spear's spear fluttered like a cold star in the dim light.

Reflected in Guan Qinghe's deep eyes, it became clearer and clearer.

"Sonorous!"

Suddenly, the sound of the long knife coming out of its sheath was crisp and crisp.

The tip of the spear shook even more violently, and then broke.

On Yu Lin's neck, a shallow blood mark appeared.

He stared at the tall middle-aged man in front of him in disbelief, feeling weak, and felt the sky turn upside down.

With a "plop", the corpse fell to the ground on its back, and the long knife had disappeared from the scabbard at his waist.

The knife was shining in Guan Qinghe's hand.

"Poof—"

The blade didn't stop, and appeared neatly in the throat of the second place Yulin, and the tip of the knife stabbed straight through.

The long knife pulled back, splashed drops of blood, and smashed down on the stone slab, like a few flowers.

Then, a larger flower bloomed on the chest of the third Yulin, looking slightly bulging through the armor.

Guan Qinghe's face calmly drew the knife again, and with a slash, a blood line also appeared on the neck of the fourth Yulin, and it was even wider.

When the fifth Yulin rushed over, he already realized that something was wrong, but it was all too fast, too fast, too fast to stop, so he let out a loud cry and slashed his spear downward like a long ge.

"Khooth!"

"Sonorous!"

"Sonorous!"

……

The trembling sound of countless weapons colliding is like a big bead and a small bead falling on a jade plate, which has a rhythmic beauty.

The spear fell apart in an instant, broken into several sections, and the human body of the fifth place Yulin was also broken.

Guan Qinghe still took his wife's hand with one hand and took a step forward.

The sixth, seventh, and eighth three Yulin were almost ramming into his arms, no, it was the spears that were going to be pierced into his arms.

The long knife seemed to have no shadow, swept by, the tip of the spear shot in all directions, and in the hands of the three Yulin, only one pole remained.

Then, their heads fell like watermelons, and their necks were bubbling with blood.

Every time Guan Qinghe took a step forward, Yulin fell, blood splattered, but his body was spotless.

He only took six steps, and it took him a few breaths before he fell to the ground with a thud.

He was the only one left, holding his wife's hand, and a long knife with blood on it, flashing with a sharp edge.

He stood there and became the only one.