Bai Yueguang, the stand-in for Prince Sick Jiao

Chapter 120 Injured
More than a dozen murder weapons surged in the dark night, and the sound of footsteps was uniform, obviously more ruthless than when the previous group of people shot.

Fu Mingjue carried Ling Youyao on his back, half knelt on the ground holding a sword, bright red blood slipped down his cold fingertips.

He lowered his brows and eyes, half of his face was immersed in the shadows, and his slightly trembling hands proved that he was suffering great pain at the moment.

The man in black jumped over his companion's corpse and approached this beast-like man vigilantly.

Yuanwuwei can be called the elite of Daying, who can fight ten against one, but Fu Mingjue has killed so many Yuanwuwei by himself, and he even carried a girl on his back. If such a person is not eliminated, it may cause serious trouble in the future .

Liang Wenyao stared at Fu Mingjue silently, his voice was ethereal like the wind: "Futai Mountain is a good place, if you can die here, you can be considered complete."

"It is indeed consummation for you to die here." Fu Mingjue laughed in a low voice with a contemptuous tone.

Liang Wenyao hated his appearance so much, even if he was dying, he was still so arrogant.

"Are you waiting for reinforcements?"

Fu Mingjue didn't answer.

Liang Wenyao took it for granted that he was delusional. King Jing'an was far away from Qianshan, and He Luo personally led people to attack the camp. Presumably at this moment, Fu Xiuyun must be too busy to take care of himself, so how could he send someone to rescue Fu Mingjue?

"Don't hold on any longer, no one will come, you owe me, so pay with your life."

As he spoke, he dragged the knife step by step towards Fu Mingjue who was kneeling on the ground with his head bowed, his eyes flashed with mad killing intent.

Only by killing Fu Mingjue with his own hands can Ah Ci's spirit in heaven rest in peace.

Only by killing Fu Mingjue with his own hands, can he sleep peacefully every night of tossing and turning.

The moment he raised the knife and was about to swing it down, Fu Mingjue suddenly looked up at him and said, "How do you know no one will come?"

Liang Wenyao paused, suddenly feeling a bad premonition.

The corners of Fu Mingjue's lips curved into a beautiful arc, and he said: "Although I don't know how you colluded with Yuan Wuwei, it seems that you have found the wrong person in order to avenge the Li family."

"The embezzlement case of the river embankment was tried by the king himself. Li Yong confessed to the case. The final fate of the Li family was also caused by himself. The person you should hate is him."

That last sentence was like the straw that broke the camel's back.

Liang Wenyao stared at him in disbelief, the hand holding the knife handle trembled slightly, and gritted his teeth, "You're lying!"

"How could Mr. Li be corrupt? This is clearly an excuse you came up with! Mr. Li loves Ah Ci so much, why is he willing to see her suffer? It was you. It was you who killed Ah Ci, and I want you to pay for it!"

But just for a moment, a cold light flew out from behind Liang Wenyao, and sank into his shoulder with a puff, his body tilted in pain, and he subconsciously fell to the side.

Fu Mingjue saw the right moment, and with a twist of his wrist, the tip of the sword glistened with gloom across the tenderest skin of Liang Wenyao's neck.

In an instant, blood spurted out, drawing a perfect arc under the cold moonlight.

"you"

Before he could utter a complete sentence, Liang Wenyao covered his blood-spitting neck, staggered a few steps, and fell to the ground with a bang, his eyes were wide open, and his proud and proud face a second ago was now full of shock.

Obviously only one step away!Only one step away from killing Fu Mingjue, who is it?
who is it--

Liang Wenyao turned his head stiffly, and saw dozens of figures flying out of the darkness, holding long swords and golden feathers hanging from their waists, quickly fighting with Yuanwuwei.

Jiang Liu cut off the head of the leader of the Yuanwu Guard with one blow, and strode towards Fu Mingjue.

"It's late, my lord, are you okay?"

Fu Mingjue glanced at him coldly: "Not dead yet."

Jiang Liu quickly helped him up, and said: "King Jing'an arrived in time with his men, and the Yuanwu Guard who attacked the camp has been dealt with. Your Majesty is safe and sound."

Liang Wenyao, who still had a little breath left, let out an unwilling sob in his throat when he heard these words.

Fu Mingjue noticed his movement, twitched the corner of his mouth expressionlessly, and said, "Keep the whole body."

"Yes." Jiang Liu took the lead.

The sentence "keep the whole body" can be regarded as the end of Liang Wenyao's short and tragic life.

Lying in the muddy weeds, he watched Fu Mingjue's tall figure disappear into the night, just like Aci back then, who looked in the direction of the capital full of hope.

The night was very quiet, the wind was very light, the lingling moonlight fell on the scattered corpses, and there was a faint smell of blood in the air. With the last person falling down, the fight finally ended.

Xuanyuwei, who was supposed to stay in the capital, suddenly appeared on Futai Mountain and killed Yuanwuwei by surprise.

He Luo dreamed of returning to the country and recreating Daying's glory in the past, but he didn't want to be defeated by Fu Mingjue in the end.

When he was tied up in front of Fu Xiuyun by Wuhuada, the hideous and terrifying scar on his face was twisted to the point that it was about to split open.

"Dayan's emperor is indeed a good strategy! The loser is a bandit, whoever wants to kill or cut, so please listen to me!"

Fu Xiuyun changed into a clean dragon robe and sat on the first seat. He looked at He Luo with a stern face and said mockingly, "It's just a prisoner. What qualifications do you think you have to ask for death?"

"If it wasn't for the Xuanyu Guards, do you think you could still sit safely on the Dragon Throne?!"

He Luo snorted contemptuously: "You should be glad that King Jing is loyal to you, otherwise... I'm afraid you will become the next Prince Min!"

Prince Min was the last prince of Daying back then, but he was rejected by Emperor Ying because of fighting for Yuanwu Guard, and finally handed over Yuanwu Guard to Princess Nishang, and Prince Min was eventually abolished and died in the heavy snow.

Fu Xiuyun's thin lips were tightly pursed, his eyes were filled with frost, and he said in a cold voice: "You are still talking big when you are about to die! Someone, drag him down to me, and wait for execution tomorrow!"

When He Luo heard this, instead of being afraid, he laughed even more wildly.

"Do you think that if you kill me, everything will be safe? Don't forget, Xuan Yuwei is not yours. It is all thanks to Fu Mingjue that you are alive today!"

This remark is a big taboo for the emperor.

Mr. Li was startled, and he repeatedly winked at the people below, signaling them to drag He Luo down quickly.

He Luo's wanton laughter echoed in the empty and silent night, and his last words were like a spell, lingering in Fu Xiuyun's heart.

After the person was taken down, the big tent fell into a deadly silence for a while.

Manager Li said cautiously: "Your Majesty, don't listen to his words. Although the Xuanyu Guards came late to rescue you, they came in time, and there was no big trouble in the end."

Fu Xiuyun lowered his eyes, casting a shadow in his eyes, and then asked, "Is Zilin back?"

"My lord just came back not long ago, and he looks like he was injured."

"Injured?" Fu Xiuyun's expression changed, "The injury is serious? Has the imperial doctor passed?"

Manager Li hurriedly said: "Your Majesty, don't worry, Imperial Physician Sun has already passed away. The prince just suffered some trauma, but the princess is not well."

"What happened to her?" Fu Xiuyun asked.

"I don't know the details. It should be frightened, and I'm still in a coma."

(End of this chapter)