Wei Qiao turned around and went to pick up the spear thrown by the Second Emperor, but there was a sharp pain in his waist and eyes, and he was hit by Yan Xiuyu. His body froze for a moment, and when he came back to his senses, the gun was already in Yan Xiuyu's hand.

The second emperor was shocked!

Wei Qiao couldn't beat Yan Xiuyu in the first place, and even he, a layman, could see that Yan Xiuyu was comfortable beating Wei Qiao, but Wei Qiao was stretched. If Yan Xiuyu got that spear again, Wei Qiao was afraid that he would be crucified to the ground in a few minutes.

Yan Xiuyu glanced at Wei Qiao, the cold light in his eyes was like frost and snow, and the cold killing intent permeated his body.

Many officials who have not been on the battlefield just watch "Pig", "Pig" and "Island". With Yan Xiuyu, there was a chill on the side of the gall.

Although Wei Qiao was a scholar before, since he was treasonous, he was also honed from the pile of dead people, and he was not stimulated by Yan Xiuyu's killing intent to wilt.

His fighting intent was stimulated by Yan Xiuyu's killing intent, and he looked up to the sky and laughed: "Come, let's have a good time today!" ”

As he spoke, he pulled his hands on his body, and tore the elaborate silk garment and threw it aside, revealing his strong chest.

His body, which should have been jade and flawless, was tattooed with the spirits and immortals on the grassland, and it looked weird.

Many people looked at Wei Qiao's body in surprise, the Great Zhou people pay attention to the parents of the body, and they dare not damage it, let alone tattoos, and even don't cut their hair, Wei Qiao is like this, it is obvious that he has completely regarded himself as a barbarian.

Wei Qiao roared angrily, crossed his arms, and rushed towards Yan Xiuyu.

Yan Xiuyu pointed out a spear suddenly, like a poisonous snake coming out of a hole. Wei Qiao dodged to dodge, but he didn't dodge, and was shot by Yan Xiuyu.

Seeing that Wei Qiao was about to be poked through, the exclamations on the sidelines were already shocking, but Yan Xiuyu shook his wrist, the sharp tip of the spear crossed Wei Qiao's skin, and he easily withdrew his hand.

There was a spicy pain in Wei Qiao's back, he reached out and touched the scratched back, his hands were full of blood, and his eyes instantly became extremely red.

"You dare to hurt me!" Wei Qiao forgot to speak in the Great Zhou language for a while, and muttered brute words from his mouth, and the Great Zhou people present listened to Wei Qiao's brute words on the spot, and their faces were very unkind.

Wei Qiao licked the blood on his palm, without the slightest fear, and pounced desperately on Yan Xiuyu.

"Wei Qiao, you have already lost, if it wasn't for Yan Xiaowang Ye to spare your life, you would have been stabbed to death by him." An unsightly minister, Lang Sheng, persuaded from the sidelines.

Wei Qiao turned a deaf ear and continued to do something to Yan Xiuyu.

Yan Xiuyu's steps were steady, and his footsteps never moved. And Wei Qiao moved and jumped, jumping up and down dozens of white marble steps, but he didn't hurt Yan Xiuyu half of his hair, and he didn't even touch the corners of his clothes.

Every time he shot out, Yan Xiuyu did not miss his hair, and he must have left a blood mark on Wei Qiao's body, and not long after, the white marble steps around him had been dyed with a layer of bright red by Wei Qiao's blood.

"Look, those scars make up a word." Suddenly, a sharp-eyed minister pointed to the scar on Wei Qiao's back and said.

Everyone looked at it, and sure enough, they saw that the injuries on Wei Qiao's back were really connected, forming a big word: reverse.

Among those who stood on the other side to watch the battle, some people exclaimed: "There is also a word in front of him."

The word hasn't been written yet, but it's already taking shape.

After listening to everyone's words, Yan Xiuyu accelerated his offensive, and in a few strokes, he added a few new injuries to Wei Qiao's chest.

"It's a thief!" Someone recognized it and said it out loud!

"Little Lord Yan wrote the word rebel!"

"This Wei Qiao is covered in tattoos, and he is already a barbarian, and he dares to make a move with Yan Xiaowangye. Yan Xiaowang said that he was a traitor, and he said it well! ”

Bursts of cheers were heard.

Yan Xiuyu used Wei Qiao's flesh and blood as paper and a spear as a pen, and finished writing on Wei Qiao's body, not wanting to fight with Wei Qiao again, he pulled a bright spear flower, and slammed it on Wei Qiao's throat.

Wei Qiao's pupils dilated suddenly!

He didn't dare to move again, spread out his hands, and faced Yan Xiuyu directly, his eyes full of unwillingness and resentment.

In this fight, he lost, lost completely, and showed everyone a wonderful cat drama and consumption.

He lowered his eyes slightly and looked at his chest, where Yan Xiuyu had written a bloody word: thief.

The second emperor's face was blue with anger on the sidelines, and Wei Qiao lost humiliatingly, not only his own face, but also his second emperor's face. Who doesn't know that Wei Qiao is his person.

The second emperor was angry, shook his sleeves violently, and said, "Come on, take this guy down for me." ”

The guards looked at the direction of the Second Emperor's finger in surprise, and the person the Second Emperor pointed to was Yan Xiuyu.

Seeing that the guards were not moving, the second emperor said angrily: "He was in public, beat the emperor, and injured the person who rescued the emperor, and immediately put him on death row and beheaded him on a certain day." ”

The second emperor was so angry that he jumped to his feet again and again, but no one on the field listened to his orders.

He smiled slightly and said, "Come on, help the second emperor back to rest." ”

The stalemate on the field was immediately relieved, and several prisoners quickly stepped forward, stopped the second emperor who was walking angrily on the ground, and escorted him out of dissatisfaction. Wei Qiao was also tied to a rope by several clever guards and taken aside.

Seeing that the scene was under control, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

There was even an old minister who laughed and stepped forward to pat Yan Xiuyu on the shoulder: "Little Lord Yan, your marksmanship is good, but you still need to practice your words, don't insult your reputation as a disciple of Heshan Lejia." ”

Suddenly, many people burst into laughter. The words that Yan Xiuyu wrote on Wei Qiao's body were indeed not very good-looking.

Yan Xiuyu couldn't laugh at all, his heart was full of what the second emperor said, he was so arrogant, he attacked his Qingge, no wonder Qingge was sick, it was not at all that Hai Nazhu broke into her boudoir at night last night, which frightened her, but what she did, made her frightened.

At this time, a pair of hands were on Yan Xiuyu's shoulders, and Yan Xiuyu looked back and saw that it was.

looked at him with praise on his face, and laughed: "Little Lord Yan, for your marksmanship, we should be a big deal." Come on, clean up the phoenix stage, and accompany the little prince Yan to feast and drink until dawn tonight. ”

Yan Xiuyu was not moved by the appreciation in the slightest, and his heart was now all flying to the Fengzao Palace. He would rather never taste a sip of wine for the rest of his life, and just want his energetic Qingge to come back.

"Your Highness, it's late!" Yan Xiuyu said quietly: "Your Royal Highness is precious, how can you feast all night, the minister is not strong enough to drink today, and Fang Cai's actions are also made by drinking, and he will never forget His Highness's atonement." With that, Yan Xiuyu knelt on a blood-stained ground and gave a big salute.

If he could, he would want to take his Qingge away immediately, never to see this disgusting face.

sighed and sighed: "What a pity! However, since Yan Xiaowang wanted to go back to rest, Lone couldn't force him. Come on, send the little prince Yan back. ”

After seeing Yan Xiuyu leave, the gloom in his eyes became heavier and heavier.

Fang Caiyan Xiuyu's performance is really amazing, I am afraid that his name as a spear god will spread all over the streets and alleys of the capital tomorrow.

If such a person cannot be used by him, it is better to kill him to prevent future troubles. At the moment, Yan Xiuyu is smart and tight, and today he heard that the second emperor was not inferior, although he knew that it was likely that what the second emperor said was true, and he was extremely angry, but he still chose to beat the second emperor angrily to vent his anger, instead of attacking him.

The cunning rabbit dies, and the lackeys cook.

But Yan Xiuyu is a double-edged sword, if he stays, he can still suppress those barbarians who are obedient, and it is not good to kill them.

For Yan Xiuyu, he has to observe and observe again, and then decide whether he will stay or not.

With a group of mighty attendants, he slowly returned to Chuxiu Palace.

Before entering the palace gate, a woman in a peach-colored dress pounced and shouted delicately: "Brother, people are waiting for you." ”

Smelling the rich scent of the woman in his arms, he was bored for a while, but the smile on his face became more and more sweet, he held his nose, touched Yuan Qianqian's hair lovingly, and said, "Why doesn't Qianqian sleep?" ”

"Brother, yesterday they asked Zhu Liubao to send you a message, wanting Ouyang Shaoming, a newcomer to that hospital, to treat me, but today people can't wait for the imperial doctor, so they are in a hurry. Brother, you love people the most, it must be that Zhu Liubao's death guard didn't tell you. Are we going to hit him or not! ”

smiled softly: "Silly Qianqian, Zhu Liubao has already told me." It's just that you don't know one thing, Ouyang Shaoming was injured by the Northern Barbarians on the grassland, and he escaped death by luck, and his health has always been poor, and he doesn't go to the hospital every day. When he enters the palace, I will definitely ask him to come and treat you as soon as possible. ”

Yuan Qianqian was satisfied, rubbed hard in her arms, and was tired for a long time before going back to the room. Under the pretext that there was government affairs that had not been completed, he ignored Yuan Qianqian's hooked eyes and moved to the study.

As soon as he entered the door, he saw Taoxi kneeling on the ground waiting for him.

walked to Taoxi and looked down at her quietly.

Tao Xi had a spirit on her body, kowtowed, and said, "Please Your Highness punish the slave maid, it was the slave maid who didn't take good care of Miss Yan and made her sick." ”

After being silent for a while, he said lightly: "You go back, wait for everything, and receive the punishment together." ”

Tao Xi kowtowed a few times before she stepped back and walked out slowly.

After about half an hour in the study, he stood up. Zhu Liubao saw that he had finished today's work, and immediately gave the little eunuchs a look and asked them to come forward and wait for washing. Seeing that it was so late, according to the usual practice, it should be resting in the study.

After cleaning his hands and face, he commanded: "Go and tell Bi Ying to clean up." ”

Zhu Liubao was stunned, this was going to spend the night at Biying's place.

He looked at Furui Wubo's face and walked out slowly.

As he walked, he quietly thought in his heart: In the past, when the master was unhappy, he would always draw Miss Yan's small face. I'm not happy now, but I'm going to go to Biying's place to rest. He had to think about who provoked him today.

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(Tianjin)