This bloody scene made people feel chills in their bones, and suddenly the atmosphere of the scene was frozen to the extreme.

In the deathly silence, Xuanyuan Rujin's expression became more and more indifferent and impatient.

When the sword in his hand was raised again, a person who finally made eyes began to save himself:

"New house, new house!"

With the lesson of the previous person's blood, he didn't dare to call His Royal Highness the Crown Prince at all, let alone call him by name, and even the word "he" was taken back in time.

If you say too much, you just don't call anything!

Hearing this, Xuanyuan Rujin's eyes narrowed, and the cold color quickly darkened, and at the same time, he carried his sword and took the lead in striding towards the new house, that is, the prince's bedroom before-

After escaping the catastrophe, a cold sweat broke out behind the back of the official who shouted the direction, and he couldn't help but feel weak, and collapsed to the ground.

It's terrible, it's terrifying!

The main hall dormitory, as the new house of the prince of the East Palace, is full of festive red.

The color that should have been pleasing to people fell into Xuanyuan Rujin's eyes and was particularly dazzling, and the hilt of the sword that had just hung down at his side in his hand was clenched hard by him, and then clenched again.

Xiao Shunzi, who was following behind, noticed that Xuanyuan Rujin's brows were frowning quickly.

His heart was tight, and the next second he quickly lowered his eyebrows and bent down deeply, pretending not to see anything.

The smile of the victor who had been brewed suddenly froze when he looked around and did not see the bridegroom.

Xuanyuan Rujin stared at the bride sitting on the edge of the bed with a red hijab, and a few words popped out from between her teeth: "Come on, grab it!" ”

"Yes!"

Behind him, the neat Praetorian Guards, the armor on his body made a cold and sharp sound as he walked.

The bride frantically lifted her red hijab, revealing a palm-sized face that was particularly dazzling under the costume.

It's just that at this moment, that little face is full of panic and panic, as pitiful and helpless as a fawn shot by a hunter.

The sword was unsheathed, and before the cold edge touched the bride's white neck, a voice broke through the air—

"Stop!"

A familiar voice pierced his ears, and Xuanyuan Rujin's eyes lit up quickly.

When he turned around, the fleeting light turned into a malicious smugness and show-off in his eyes.

"Your Highness~"

The woman's delicate and timid voice came out one step ahead of Xuanyuan Rujin.

With tears in the bride's eyes, the delicate body under the big red wedding dress rushed to the back of Fanhua, who was also dressed in a fiery red body, at an unimaginable speed, and looked over with a dependent gaze as if looking at the last straw.

"Nothing." Fanhua lowered her eyes and looked at the woman hiding behind her.

The voice was still not warm, but there was obvious relief.

Seeing this scene, Xuanyuan Rujin's pupils contracted at that moment, and the right palm holding the hilt of the sword used the greatest force in his life.

The palm of his hand was pierced by the hard steel, and the blood slowly flowed down his fingers, and he didn't realize it.

"Your Highness, what's going on?"

"Don't worry."

"Okay."

The red robes are in pairs, one softly mourns, the other is gentle and comforting, and the mandarin ducks are affectionate, and the concubines are affectionate!

Xuanyuan Rujin, who was completely ignored, felt that a wave of anger burned from the soles of his feet to the tips of his hair, and the long sword in his hand flew up, pointing directly at the bride hiding behind him.

When Han Mang was about to resist the bride's red dress, the groom, who was half a step forward, turned sideways to the left, and the target changed in an instant.