"Before he died, Manyu had a request, and asked for your permission!"

Wang Manyu knelt on the ground and kowtowed heavily to him.

Now, she can die, but she must not be implicated in her father's career and the glory of the family.

"Let's talk about ......"

Heyi saw that her expression changed several times, and she was firm and thorough, and she also guessed a rough idea in her heart.

"Please give Manyu a pair of pen and paper, Manyu wants to write a letter and ask his father for his guilt."

Wang Manyu mourned in her heart, if her father could forgive her, then she would be a little at ease under the nine springs.

"Good ......"

Heyi thought for a moment, then nodded and waved his hand at his subordinates.

"Give the king a little lord a ...... wine"

Heyi bowed her head and smiled at Wang Manyu.

"I will send your body to Lord Wang in its entirety, and it will be considered your filial piety."

"Thank you, sir!"

Wang Manyu was respectful and was taken down by the guards beside him.

When she got up, she looked at the stubborn Li Yiran and couldn't help but sigh lightly.

"Little Master Li, can you also write a letter?"

Heyi's mocking words sounded in Li Yiran's ears, and Li Yiran raised his head and stared at him fiercely.

"My aunt and father will definitely come to my rescue! Heyi, I won't let you go! ”

My aunt is the concubine of the dynasty, even if she has no real power, her name is still there.

What's more, there are cousins and fathers, even if the king is angry, he should give their Li family a thin face.

Li Yiran thought of it like this, very confident.

"I'm afraid you can't wait!"

A cold voice sounded from behind, and Chu Liyang's hand holding the sword paused, frowning and looking at the person who came.

"Miss Sheng, why are you here?"

Heyi turned around and looked at Qiu Sheng with a cold face in some surprise, this look is not as simple as pure anger!

Chu Liyang received a meaningful look from Heyi, and couldn't help but sweep over.

Heyi took a bite of the nail and turned her head back.

Between the eye contact between the two, Qiu Sheng had already walked in front of Li Yiran.

"I don't know whether I live or die, if I dare to attack Miss, I naturally want to send her to hell."

Qiu Sheng skimmed over Chu Liyang, who was staring straight at her, and looked at Li Yiran on the ground with a cold face.

Although this little trick can't help Miss, but just because she has such a vicious mind, she deserves to die!

"Okay, then ask Miss Sheng to do it and dissipate the anger in your heart."

Heyi is very talkative, and the lord said that he would handle it, but he didn't say that he had to do it.

Besides, Chu Liyang is staring here, and he doesn't disagree.

"Stop!"

Qiu Sheng stopped his steps and turned to look at Concubine Li, who was hurrying over.

Concubine Li looked at the posture in front of her, and her eyes flashed with anger.

"Stop, there is a mourning family, who dares to touch her!"

She pointed to Heyi, and her face was still stained with a bit of royal majesty.

But the people present, who didn't come out of the blood, how could they be afraid of her unrealistic little fight?

Before Heyi could speak, the saber on the waist of his subordinates was sucked away by an internal force.

When he turned around again, Li Yiran had already fallen in a pool of blood, dead and dead.

The pale and frightened face was covered in blood red, which was particularly oozing.

There was silence on the field for a while, Heyi looked at the dead man on the ground, and then at the "murderer" with a calm face, and couldn't help but pull his mouth.

Sure enough, it's not a family that doesn't enter the door, this Sheng girl's temperament is somewhat similar to Chu Liyang's kid.

"Cheap slave...... You...... You are presumptuous! ”

Concubine Li took two steps back, and the palace people behind her hurriedly held on to prevent her from falling.

This lowly palace maid dared to blatantly disobey her orders!