The Purple Wing Hall is fluorescent. "Ya * Wen * Words * Love * First * Hair" is full of dazzling utensils under the illumination of the moonlight. King Rong walked into the atrium of the banquet with a high spirit. He smiled. Behind him were two palace maids holding lamps. The ease of fluttering made the Wang Sun Guixuan present lose his face.

"See King Rong. The little ......" A drop of sweat slowly trickled down Mama Yi's forehead. King Rong's unexpected appearance not only shocked those present. The most unexpected, I'm afraid she is also deliberately provoking trouble.

King Rong nodded slightly. He didn't wait for the old lady to finish speaking. Straight past her. He bowed in the direction of Yin Feiwu. "Erchen knows that he is accompanied by wine and food. It is particularly inappropriate to report this matter now. However, due to the turbulent government. Erchen thought that what he said now was more appropriate. “

"But it doesn't hurt to say it." Yin Feiwu's hand naturally took it off the female guest's shoulder. His eyes were blazing. He who knelt on the ground obediently. It was his sixth son, Yin Mufeng. He is in charge of half of the Xishu economy and trade.

Concubine Yong hid her face and chuckled. She saw Mama Yi's embarrassed look. The Queen's lackeys tried to make a monstrous wave in her palace. Isn't it too much to take her Concubine Yong in your eyes?

"Come here." Take advantage of the moment when the emperor talks to the six princes. Concubine Yong has recruited a little maid. "You go and prepare a delicious tea for the old lady."

The maid opened her mouth slightly when she heard this. What do you want to justify. saw Concubine Yong's cruel eyes. She didn't dare to disobey. I could only nod and turn around.

"What are you going to say?" Yin Feiwu's beard is gray but energetic. He asked.

"The remnants of the deposed prince have all been taken into custody. The retainers are scheduled to be disposed of tomorrow. Yin Mufeng solemnly announced. He bowed his head slightly. But he was also carefully observing the emperor's expression.

Concubine Yong heard this. There was a slight panic on his face. Suddenly shuddered. Then a woman sitting beside her suddenly got up. Bow in the direction of the emperor. "Ahem. The concubine felt that it might not be good to see blood after the festival. ”

Concubine Lan was right. Mu Feng. What do you think. "Yin Feiwu does not express an opinion. His indulgence made the concubines present fearful. When power is concentrated in the hands of one person. Then it is a sign that a dynasty is about to be replaced. It's just that. In a moment of anxiety for everyone. But when he heard the six princes, he suddenly laughed loudly.

He did not say that he would be beheaded. The concubines have good thoughts. I like to worship the Buddha. But don't have good intentions toward your enemies. The sons and daughters have finished the matter. There is no reason to continue to bother. The father and the mother continued to enjoy the lanterns. The retainers retired. "Yin Mufeng is like a time bomb. Threw a punch in front of everyone with evil intentions.

King Rong turned his back and left. I faintly heard a burst of exclamations coming from behind. The chaotic formation was not what he wanted. I couldn't help but look back. But he saw the old man who had fallen to the ground. He also holds a green night pearl in his hand.

"Young master, don't look any further. The old guy is to blame. She was just poisoned by someone with a heart. Ling Zhu watched coldly. She explained.

King Rong didn't say a word. A ray of sorrow drifted through his eyes. This is the unpredictable battle in the palace. Even killing an insignificant person in front of the emperor. They showed nothing but a little horror. That is, to continue to deal with it calmly. After all, the fire didn't burn on him. And what reason do they have to seek refuge for themselves?

The morning sun shines in with a slight coolness through the wooden prison window. Lan Mo licked his lips subconsciously. The climate of Xishu should be humid. It is especially valuable in the closed and oppressive dungeons. Because there is only that small window that opens and closes. There is no more place to ventilate. I was hungry. She couldn't help but touch her lower abdomen, which hadn't responded since she woke up. Maybe it's only this little thing that keeps her company.

"Anyone." Lan Mo reluctantly shouted in the dungeon. A loud echo rang out. It's like being between two mountains.

She remembered a few hours ago. Long Yan Luo Qingjun's face. How could he be so downcast. He was the former king of Beihu. He is also the king of Longnan, who holds the lifeblood of thousands of merchants. It's just a long time since I saw it. How can you become a prisoner from the seat of Xishu to the prisoner of the lower steps.

The more I thought about it. I became more and more uneasy. She touched the fan in her hair. There are only eight left. When I walked to the prison door, my heart suddenly cooled. The door is unlocked. The design of the anti-lock from the outside does not give Lan Mo any chance to escape at all.

"What are you yelling about. I'll take you to the noon gate in a moment. The guards guarding the dungeon shouted at the top of their voices. Are you still afraid that you won't be able to die? ”

Lan Mo closed his eyes. I thought about it silently. The noon gate is used as an important place for Xishu to behead felons. It must be heavily defended. If you escape there. There may be a 30% chance of winning. She's locked up in a hidden dungeon here. But her hands and feet were not shackled. At least move freely. What is needed now is a realm as open as the noon gate.

Don't wait for the guards outside the cell door to go far. The sound of footsteps on the ground was very neat, stepping into Lan Mo's heart step by step. This pace is so familiar. He will walk to the door of Lan Mo's cell and stop there.

"Open up." The man's voice was deep. But without losing its majesty.

"Yes. Rajah. The guard said respectfully. Completely lost the ferocity of the roaring blue end.

Lan Mo clenched his fists. The gaze is clear. She hid beside the cell door. Only wait for the people who come in, and one of them doesn't pay attention to the counter-grabbing.

Crunch...... The cell door opened instantly. Half of the man's body had just reached in. Lan Mo's bare hand hooked his neck. It's just that the speed of Lan Mo is no matter how fast it is. It's not faster than a man's reaction speed. He had long, narrow eyes. It was the woman who was looking deeply at the woman who was already in his arms. Lan Mo was stunned for a moment. I don't know whether to throw or leave the fan pendant in my hand.

"Mo'er. Are you going to hurt me with the fan I made for you? Yin Mufeng's lips are red and his teeth are white. He looked at the panicked blue end with an extraordinary look. The gentle man is like a cold and soft jade. He made Lan Mo feel no warmth. He scared Lan Mo. This was the one who didn't make her guard the most. He is actually good at martial arts.

"How do I hurt you now." Lan Mo said retorted. Her eyes were full of determination. A pair of hands are held behind the man's back. I can't move. There is no escape.

"I know it's not me you're trying to see." Yin Mufeng suddenly smiled. He helped Lan Mo up. "If you are good. I'll take you to the person you want to meet. ”

"What did you do to him?" The conversation between the two is like a dumb riddle. Let the atmosphere drop to freezing.

Yin Mufeng no longer answered. Suddenly, he took out a slender strip of silk satin from his sleeve. I saw him carefully tie Lan Mo's wrists. The woman, who had been moving freely, suddenly lost the last ability to resist.

Or rather. There is no one in this world who can break free from the ropes made of blood silk. It's okay not to break free. Just use a little force. The blood silk will become tighter and tighter. Until both hands are cut off by blood silk.

"You're so vicious." Lan Mo smiled and looked at the beautiful silk satin on his wrist. It was actually made by Huaisu's technique. "The murder weapon can also be so subtle. King Rong is worthy of being the apprentice of the ghost worker pawnshop shopkeeper......"

"I've always had clever hands. Do you want to try again? Yin Mufeng's evil eyes flashed. He ran his hand lightly over Lan Mo's chin. It's like admiring an artifact that has been in your collection for a long time. Frivolous.

The dungeon's path to the outside is not easy to follow. Lan Mo has been since he knew that his wrist was bound by such a perverted thing. I was secretly thinking of a way to do it. But don't do it with these two hands. There's no special way to do it.

When you go out. It must go through the heavenly prison. Walked to the door of the prison where Long Yanluo was being held. But he didn't see a single person. Lan Mo couldn't help muttering. "Why aren't you there......"

"You'll find out in a moment." Yin Mufeng's mind was calm. He walked ahead. Lan Mo obediently followed behind. Not at all worried about her running away without permission.

Lan Mo was worried in his heart. For the first time, she felt scared. There is a visceral uneasiness rising. Once upon a time, when he was waiting for death on the Luoyang Mountain. I wasn't so uneasy as I am now. It's as if you're about to foresee something that you don't want to happen to him. But time must force you to face it alone.

It's like. At this time, Lan Mo once again felt the dazzling sunlight on the ground. and the familiar dragon chariot that stopped in front of you. A sedan chair with purple veil.

"Can prisoners also ride in the prince's sedan chair?" Lan Mo asked. Her steps refused to come forward. Too good treatment always has a feeling of being slaughtered. Although her current situation is. But she still didn't want to admit it.

Yin Mufeng laughed softly. The big hand wrapped around Lan Mo's waist. Jump into the purple sedan chair that has been prepared. An indulgent aroma lingers all around you. It's like sitting in it for the first time. Lan Mo can't forget the beautiful mountain trails. She can't forget this love-hate King Rong.

The two of them didn't say anything along the way. It's like going to a big banquet. Lan Mo's gaze wandered over the ever-changing scenery in the air. A sedan chair that travels through the sky. Only King Rong can enjoy this honor.

The noon gate is full of people at the moment. The small people in the market gathered below were all chatting about the hanging above the noon gate. The only man.

Even if it ends up like this. Long Yanluo's face was still extremely beautiful. Hair is messy. But there is a bit of tranquility in the chaos. Just like the stability at first sight. At least Lan Mo, who was riding in a soft sedan chair, looked at the man above the noon gate through the looming gauze. That's what she thought.

I was about to get out of the sedan car quickly. Her bound hands suddenly covered a piece of cloth. It is the fact that is blocked from being tied up. She looked at Yin Mufeng puzzled. A smirk flashed across the man's face. "Cover up. The province has misunderstood people who shouldn't have misunderstood. “

"Has King Rong also begun to care about the feelings of the dying man?" Lan Mo wanted to shake off the layer of cloth. But one accidentally fell out of the car door. King Rong naturally reached out to help.