Dressed as cannon fodder for a good death, but the prince insisted on marrying me

Chapter 455

Ning Yao lived up to expectations and won applause from all the halls. Wei Wenchang looked at his defeated subordinates with anger from his heart, but he still said beautiful scene words against his will.

Compared with Ning Yao's self-satisfaction, Yang Yi squeezed out an ugly smile, but the jealousy in his heart was going to swallow him up.

Even though Prince Liang's guards were good at skills, he knew clearly that he was not his opponent. If it was him, he could easily win.

This once-in-a-thousand-year chance to make a blockbuster is not his!

After a brief moment of anger, he was even more thankful that his choice was right.If he still stays by Shizi's side as foolishly as before, then he will never have a bright future, just because of Ning Yao!
Xu Shi blamed Ning Yao's failure to report Han Ming's concealment, and Han Qianfeng said calmly: "Yang Yi, you and Ning Yao will have another contest to add to the fun."

Yang Yi was overjoyed: "Yes, my lord."

Han Ming remained calm, just nodded to Ning Yao.

At this moment, he has confirmed that Yang Yi has indeed turned to his father.

At the same time, he had a deep sadness, which could not be described, but lingered in his heart.

It was through this that his father told him that he knew.

Knowing the secrets he kept from him, he no longer trusted him so wholeheartedly.

The father and son drank one cup after another and stared coldly at the two fighting.

Yang Yi used all his skills against Ning Yao, so fierce that even Ling Yue was worried when he saw it.

This is not a competition, it is simply desperate!

Ning Yao was taken aback by Yang Yi's step-by-step killer moves, and a cut was cut on Huang Shen's arm for a moment.

The pain woke him up, the person in front of him was no longer his brother who fought side by side, but an enemy who wanted to kill him and then quickly.

Yanxia tightly clutched her handkerchief and watched the fierce duel.

She hoped that Yang Yi would win, after all, she was his, and she wanted to see Ning Yao, whose eyes were above the top, lower his proud head.

But subconsciously, she didn't want Ning Yao to lose, at least she didn't want him to get hurt.

The blood on his arm reminded her of the rouge splashed on his clothes that day, it was dazzlingly red.

Yanxia couldn't figure out why she was so contradictory, but in fact she was so contradictory.

"what!"

Someone exclaimed, the sword in Yang Yi's hand loosened, and he was stabbing in the direction of Queen Mother Zheng.

The whole hall was instantly silent.

At this time, Nan Wangfei was waiting on the side, and she was obviously frightened.

"Escort!"

Han Qianfeng's eyes froze, and the wine glass in his hand fell to the table, but the sword was faster than him, and his powerlessness made his heart suddenly empty, but he didn't expect his wife to bravely stand in front of Queen Mother Zheng at the very moment.

"Zhaohui!"

Han Qianfeng cried out as if his heart had been hit hard, and his powerlessness was stronger than before.

The intense despair was worse than when Empress Dowager Zheng married the first emperor.

When he lost his soul, he saw a bloody hand holding the sword, and the sword tip was only a finger away from Princess Nan.

It's Han Ming.

"Mother, are you okay?"

Han Ming threw his sword and pulled Nan Wangfei's sleeve.

"Ming'er, mother is fine."

With red eyes, Princess Nan wrapped a handkerchief around the wound on his palm, and the blood continued to flow.

Compared with her husband's cry, her son's sacrifice to save her moved her even more, even if it was her own son.

Tears flowed from the heartache: "Silly boy, how could you save your mother regardless of safety?"

"It's only natural for a son to save his mother, as long as you're fine." Only then did Han Ming realize that the blood had stained her sleeves red, and he felt a little guilty: "Mom, your clothes are dirty, change them."

Nan Wangfei touched his face: "Mother must keep this dress carefully, it is the testimony of my son's filial piety."

Mother is kind and son is filial, Han Qianfeng couldn't help but be moved.

Such a good son, he can't give it back to Ling Lie no matter what, the person is his, and the heart is also his.

At the same time, an idea became more firm.

"Zhaohui, you are frightened, go back and rest for a while."

Han Qianfeng personally supported her. Until now, he never took his eyes off his wife and son.

The two "Zhao Hui" made Mrs. Zheng turn pale, and the sight of them leaving each other made her heart feel like a knife.

She lost!
In the past, she could comfort herself that his heart belonged to her, but now, she completely lost him!

She began to complain that Princess Nan was meddling in her own business, who asked her to save her?
It would be great if that sword stabbed me!
"Mother, are you okay?" Han Xu, who was initially in shock, showed concern in his eyes.

Empress Dowager Zheng smiled palely: "It's all right."

After settling down with his mother, Han Ming began to pursue responsibility.

"Yang Yi, you almost made a big mistake, are you guilty?"

Yang Yi was dripping with cold sweat like waking up from a dream: "This subordinate is guilty!"

His ears were full of discussions, nothing more than a heinous and unforgivable crime, even Han Qianfeng glared at him.

If it wasn't for the empress dowager Zheng's birthday banquet, it is not appropriate to see blood, and I am afraid that my life will not be saved. How can a hundred boards be good.

Han Xu had no objection to Han Ming's handling. At this moment, Wei Wenchang jokingly said, "The son's bodyguard almost became an assassin. I don't know if that counts as lax rule?"

After losing face in the competition, Wei Wenchang must get it back. Although he can't take advantage of it, it can make Han Ming unhappy.

This sentence caused another discussion in the hall. Han Ming knew that he was wrong, and he didn't intend to shirk his responsibility.

"The Emperor"

"Your Majesty, it is a fact that Yang Yi lost his hand and lost his sword, but there is another fact. I wonder if the Emperor would like to hear it?"

It was Ling Yue who spoke, who stopped Han Ming's apology.

"Yue'er, don't worry about this." Han Ming said in a low voice.

"The bastard is picking on you, how can I just sit idly by?"

"You speak foul language."

"When did you care about these things?"

Ignore him and walk to the front of the hall with a smile.

It's rare for her to raise her eyebrows and smile at him, so why should Han Xu not do it?

"I'm very interested, Yue'er, but it's okay to say."

Ling Yue said "OK".

"Yang Yi, why did you let go of the sword?"

Yang Yi with an earthy face raised his head, recalled it carefully, and said: "At that time, my wrist hurt like a needle prick. I had to let go, but I didn't expect it to happen."

Ling Yue waved his hand: "There is no need to say more about unexpected things, anyway, your punishment has been fixed. Ning Yao, what do you have to say?"

"Miss Ling, it's not me. I hurt my arm. I'm only defending. I can't attack at all. And I don't bother to stab people in the back."

It was a fact that he was injured, and when he was speaking, he was still covering his arm, and the blood oozed from his fingers.

Wei Wenchang smiled and said: "Miss Ling, whether it is Yang Yi or Ning Yao, they are all subordinates of Prince Nan. What's the point of asking?"

Ling Yue also smiled: "Why is His Royal Highness so impatient?"

She slowly walked to Ning Yao's side, and stretched out her hand to his shoulder. When everyone was surprised, she pinched a shining silver needle between her slender fingers.

"This is." Han Qianfeng stood up, "Yue'er, please make it clear, don't be tricky."

"Okay, my lord. It's actually quite simple. When Ning Yao was competing with Yang Yi, Prince Liang's guards threw two silver needles in the chaos. One hit Ning Yao's coat, and the other hit the needle." Yang Yi's wrist."

(End of this chapter)