There was silence in the hall for a long time, and Zhou Zhong broke out in a cold sweat, eager to bury his head in his clothes.

Xie Yu's face suddenly turned cold, staring at the top of her hair, his eyes were as dark as frost, and he suddenly smiled after a while.

"Justice, morality?"

He walked down slowly, and the sound of his footsteps seemed to hit Ahya's heart, making her hold her breath.

"What kind of justice do you want?"

His fingers clamped her chin tightly, forcing her to look directly into his eyes, the corners of his lips curled like a smile, and his tone was full of anger.

If she bends her waist for glory and wealth, he will find it boring, but when she really refuses, he will be unhappy.

Ahya knew in her heart that she was very obedient to let him fiddle with her, but her transparent eyes were full of unyielding stubbornness.

She didn't speak, but when the scattered hair brushed the back of his hand, Xie Yu couldn't help but be stunned for those eyes.

He withdrew his hand, his eyebrows furrowed slightly, and when he walked to the kneeling prefect, he suddenly became embarrassed and drew the sword of the guard beside him.

Scold.

The snow-white blade flashed, and the bluestone bricks of the official office were splashed with blood. The old prefect's eyes were wide open, and he slowly turned his head in disbelief, and before he could see the monarch's expression clearly, he fell to the ground.

"For the mediocrity of officials, the fish and flesh of the people, it is not a pity to die."

Xie Yu pulled out the sword, flicked the blood on his head, and deliberately let one of the drops fly to the side of Ahya's face, he looked down at the sword body, as if he was careless, but the momentum in his tone made people's hearts tremble.

"This is fair, is the beauty still satisfied?"

This is the monarch of Daxu.

Ahya took a deep breath, closed her eyes, calmed her fear, and bowed her head again.

The prefect colluded with the Shen family and ran rampant and domineering in Wancheng, covering the sky with one hand, he should die. But what she asks today is not for him.

Xie Yu squinted, stared at her for a while, and suddenly hooked a smile, but the smile did not reach the bottom of his eyes.

He threw the sword in his hand back into the guard's arms, and his tone was light, and he couldn't hear the joy and anger: "I forgot, you are complaining about ......"

"The second son of the Shen family is the son-in-law mentioned by Shen Zongbing in the driving a few days ago." Zhou Zhong hurriedly stepped forward, and while signaling someone to dispose of the corpse, he answered eagerly, his face did not change, obviously he was used to seeing this kind of scene.

Xie Yu snorted and laughed, staring at Ahya, his voice was low and cool: "Reward thirty whips, and ask Lord Shen again if you know the beautiful things his good son has done." ”

Playing with women made trouble in front of the king. With this question, the Shen family was afraid that they couldn't wait to beat this son to death.

These thirty whips will not only beat, but also hit extremely hard, with Shen Ershao's alcohol-addicted physique, it is time to lose half of his life if he doesn't die.

Ahya pursed her lips and slowly breathed a sigh of relief, although she was unwilling, she also knew that this was the final result.

The Shen family holds the military power, has been in Wancheng for many years, intertwined, and there are main branches in Beijing.

She paused, removed the sadness from her eyes, and said with a bit of genuine gratitude: "Thank you, Your Majesty." ”

Xie Yu played with the red plum taken out of her hair, picked up her chin, looked at her, seemed to be smiling, and his voice was full of the contempt and indifference of the superior: "Xie? It's not sincere. ”

His dark eyes, like a beast ready to hunt slowly, stood tall and full of pride that was bound to win.

Ahya was intimidated by his momentum and couldn't help but be slightly stunned.

Should it be said, is it worthy of the same person?

She couldn't help but remember that when she danced in the snow, Xie Jian looked at her like this.

It was scorching and strong, so that she couldn't help but want to escape, and she could only be captured by him in his arms.

Xie Yu naturally discovered her distraction, the corners of her mouth were pressed down, and her eyes were cold.

He leaned down and naturally pressed it to her ear, and the hot breath he exhaled sprayed onto her white earlobe, and he watched with satisfaction as the piece turned red, and there was a bit of a joke in his voice, as if it was a threat, and she would not be allowed to dodge.

"Who is the beauty thinking about in front of me?"