"How is Yan Yu now?" he asked.

Hao Xinghe replied: "Yesterday, Ma Feiyu, a hundred households in Dongchang, came to visit, and the two talked secretly in the study for a while. Early this morning, Ma Feiyu took people out of Beijing, but he didn't know where to go. Yan Yu was still in the mansion and did not take half a step. ”

"Keep an eye on his every move, and once this person leaves Beijing, report it immediately. ”

The prince frowned and thought about it, he didn't know what kind of reputation Dongchang was doing now, so he could only act safely and didn't dare to act rashly: "In addition, order the four Qinglong people to enter Beijing and join Jinyiwei, and someone will arrange them." ”

"Yes. ”

Hao Xinghe was ordered to leave.

Dongjun Palace!

He ...... Gone"

Zhu Wanying put down the silk cloth, and a faint grievance appeared on her beautiful face.

The maid responded, "Yes." The old man left early in the morning. ”

The Dongjun Wangfu is very large, with three entrances and three exits, covering an area of more than 2,000 square meters.

Since entering the cave room on the wedding day, Yan Yu has not entered this house again, let alone said a word to her.

It's like ...... Stranger in general.

As for man, in fact, it is a very strange creature, whether it is male or female.

Just like at the beginning, Zhu Wanying was not interested in Yan Yu at all, she was just apprehensive, and a trace of disgust for the vulgar actions of martial artists.

I don't like it, let alone love

It's just that when she really entered the cave room, her identity changed from Princess Daming to Yan Yu's wife.

Zhu Wanying's heart has undergone some changes.

If this change is described in one word, it is probably 'compromise', or 'helplessness'.

The education from childhood to adulthood made her instinctively and imperceptibly adapt to this role, and substitute for this role, and now she finally accepts it......

Who would have thought that Yan Yu didn't take her seriously at all.

She thought of the lives of some other princesses after they were married, and compared them with herself.

Zhu Wanying was very sad to find that she was a special case.

Because of other horses, he only has a vacant position, leading a product to eat and wait for death.

And his husband is a dignified three-rank court official, and he is also the third-in-command of the famous East Investigation Factory.

The power is monstrous, and she is deeply valued by the emperor, if she didn't know her husband's life, I am afraid that Yan Yu would have suspected that Yan Yu was secretly the emperor's illegitimate son.

But it was precisely because she understood that Zhu Wanying knew how much weight Yan Yu's position really had. As a princess, he is not even a fart in his eyes.

Even if he was angry, Yan Yu snubbed and ran back to the palace to complain. The consequence is definitely to be scolded and sent back.

Can't resist...... Zhu Wanying felt very aggrieved, she was like an angry bag, poor worm.

The dowry maid cautiously gave her a move: "Master, the slave family has heard a sentence and said...... The joy of the boudoir can be ......"

"......" Zhu Wanying's cheeks showed two flushes, like boiled shrimp.

......

"Reincarnation Forest, you guys are really ghostly. Yan Yu tilted his head, and his gaze fell on a man not far away who was holding a square and thick back straight blade.

The man touched the ground with his right foot, slowly lowered his waist, and posed in a knife pose. "Suzaku, come and learn. ”

The meeting of the two is actually very coincidental.

Yan Yu waited for a few days and secretly went out of Beijing. And the four Qinglong received a secret order from the prince and rushed to the capital.

Coincidentally, Yan Yu was on the official road thirty miles outside the capital, and happened to meet Suzaku who was rushing towards the capital.

Suzaku knew the prince's hatred for Yan Yu, so he naturally didn't mind sharing his worries with his master, so he killed this guy easily.

As for Yan Yu, at the moment when the two sides passed by, he aimed at the long knife on this guy's back, and the emblem of the reincarnation forest printed on the knife grid.

"Suzaku"

Yan Yu looked sideways, his heart was relieved, and he said with a smile: "Sure enough, you are not dead, it seems that you have really joined forces with the vassal king." ”

"Kill!"

The strength under his feet is awe-inspiring. The Suzaku man was like a bird, and he slashed at him with a horizontal sword in the air.

Airplanes......

The ancient sword came out of the box, and the edge appeared, the blade was like water, cold and sharp. and the cold light sword shadow of the murderous aura outlined in mid-air, and collided with the long knife without letting go.

Compared with Qinglong's strange and treacherous way, Suzaku, who specializes in swordsmanship, is obviously more stable when Yan Yu is in the confrontation.

Both of them tend to be fierce kung fu methods, one move and one style, full of strength.

In just half a minute, the crisp sound of weapons colliding never stopped. The dazzling sparks rubbed against the sword, like a shining fiery serpent.

Yan Yu raised his sword to press his shoulder, intending to remove the bones. But he was picked up by the responsive Suzaku, and shook off the blade with his backhand, slashing at him from the bottom up.

The strange python rolls over.

He didn't hurry, his left hand turned into a palm, slapped it on the side of the knife accurately, stepped on Suzaku's wrist with a volley, jumped with strength, and spun out of the sword.

Holding the knife in both hands, Suzaku slashed it out, shattering it and slashing at the enemy's back with unabated momentum.

Longyou ...... Yan Yu slid back suddenly, and the blade of the sword shook slightly, drawing a mysterious arc, bypassing the knife grid, and counterattacking.

An inch long, an inch strong.

Yan Yu's blade was obviously longer than it, and if he didn't dodge again, Suzaku would obviously have a few fingers cut off.

At the moment, I saw Suzaku's shoulders suddenly shake, driving the long knife to slap on the blade of the sword, and suddenly stride, gathering momentum to smash out at Yan Yu.

"Fist and Foot Kung Fu"

Yan Yu smiled, and in vain let go of his sword, his hands were stuck in Suzaku's wrists as accurately as tiger claws, and he climbed up his shoulders three times, and the spikes of his claws pressed awe-inspiring on the opponent's shoulder blades.

Suzaku was in pain, instinctively shook his shoulders and knees, replaced defense with offense, and slashed at Yan Yu's waist and abdomen with a knife in his backhand.

But seeing that Yan didn't ask, it was as if he hadn't seen this knife at all.

Broken shoulders raised his hand, and a cruel throat lock was pressed directly on the neck of Suzaku. With the flick of his knees, Yan Yu kicked him away at the same time, and suddenly jumped up, dodging this terrible knife.

"Waste. ”

Yan Yu threw away the minced meat in his hand and picked up the ancient sword on the ground without looking back.

"Heh, hehe......" Suzaku threw away his blade, clutched his neck that was missing a large piece of flesh and blood, and looked at Yan Yu helplessly and desperately, his lips squirming, wanting to say something.

However...... With a fountain of blood, Suzaku's head was washed up several feet by blood.

The headless corpse fell to its knees, convulsed for a few seconds, and smashed to the ground, splashing a puff of dirt.

"Boring. ”

Yan touched the corpse in vain, but he didn't get anything, and he couldn't help spitting.

Kick the corpse off the ground, flip on the horse, and quickly leave.

Suzaku actually died very unjustly, and the difference in strength between him and Yan Yu was not so big.

Overall, Yan Yuqiang is strong, and his grasp of strength is higher than that of Suzaku.

But if you want to take down Suzaku in such a short time, it is still a little impossible.

It's a pity that this thing is dead, and it can't fight with a knife, so it gave Yan Yu a chance to use his hands.

The most important thing is that Suzaku is a meat fist, and Yan Yu has a layer of iron sleeve on his hands. With his strength, the spikes of his fingertips, poke a hole.