Bai Yueguang, the stand-in for Prince Sick Jiao

Chapter 191
The young man's handsome face was cold, and his dark eyes were as deep as the sea, which made people's heart skip a beat.He kicked away the man who was pressing on Mu Xiaoxiao, took off the cloak and covered her.

Mu Xiaoxiao's face was pale, her eyes were red, her voice was weak and trembling, as if the wind would blow it away: "Young master."

Pei Ce tried his best to suppress the killing intent in his eyes, picked her up, and said in a hoarse voice, "I'm sorry, I was almost late."

When he saw the man's dirty hands holding Mu Xiaoxiao's ankle just now, he felt the blood in his chest surging, and he wished he could tear these people into pieces and cut them into pieces!

Although Ling Youyao was a little surprised to see Pei Ce, fortunately, Mu Xiaoxiao was fine.

Pei Ce rushed over suddenly, interrupting all the plans, and the coachman cursed in a low voice: "Damn it! Kill him!"

In an instant, dozens of cold lights flashed out, dazzling people's eyes in the swaying twilight.

Mu Xiaoxiao's ten fingers holding on to Pei Ce's clothes slightly tightened.

"Protect yourself." Pei Ce took out a short knife from his pocket and handed it to her, glanced at Ling Youyao, and added: "There is also Princess Jing."

"Be careful, son." Mu Xiaoxiao wrapped her cloak tightly, sniffed her nose, and held back her tears. She seemed weak, but she was actually stronger than anyone else.

Pei Ce swung his sword outward, and the usually playful and unruly young man was now tainted with a murderous look, his phoenix eyes were slightly narrowed, and the tear mole at the end of his eye was particularly flamboyant in the shadow of swords and swords.

With the knife in hand, the black shadows fell down and stood up one by one, dragging their damaged bodies and rushing towards Pei Ce again and again, as if they didn't know the pain.

The night is intertwined with blood, and the wind is chilling to the bone.

Ling Youyao was frozen stiff all over, watching Pei Ce walk through the shadows, inexplicably remembered the scene of Fu Mingjue fighting with the man in black when he was in Futai Mountain that day.

Mu Xiaoxiao protected her and retreated into the temple, and comforted her: "Princess, don't be afraid, since the son is here, the prince must be on his way."

"Miss Mu, I'm sorry, I'm the one who caused you trouble." Ling Youyao looked at her bloodless face, her eyes were dull, recalling the scene just now, her heart couldn't stop beating wildly.

"Princess, don't blame yourself," Mu Xiaoxiao shook her head and said, "I have been in the world for many years, and I have long forgotten my innocence. In short, we all need to be safe."

Ling Youyao's eyes were slightly red, "Okay"

At this time, Pei Ce was fighting fiercely with the man in black. The coachman did not expect that this thin-looking young man would have such skill. After several rounds, they did not get any benefit from him.

Pei Ce held the sword, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and his eyes were extremely disdainful: "Thanks to so many of you, you have been entangled for so long, and you didn't even touch my fingers, hehe. You said that if I were to be a killer, wouldn't you? Earn more than you?"

It was true that his fingers were not touched, but he was stabbed in the waist. Fortunately, he was wearing dark clothes today, so even if he was injured, he couldn't see it.

Now I can only hope that Fu Mingjue will come quickly.

The coachman was so angry that his seven orifices were smoking, and he said angrily: "Don't be brave there, so what if you are powerful, can you protect them at the same time?!"

After that, he turned his gaze to Ling Youyao over there.

Pei Ce's eyes sank, and before he could make a move, several people passed him with knives and slashed at Ling Youyao.

"Get out of here!" Pei Ce was shocked, even his voice trembled slightly, without the slightest hesitation, he flicked his sleeve, and the long sword pierced through the air, directly piercing through the man in black who was closest to Ling Youyao.

Ling Youyao was caught off guard for a moment and fell down the steps.

Seeing this, the coachman stopped Pei Ce with his sword, cut his shoulder, and shouted at his companion, "Kill her!"

Hearing this, the man rushed towards Ling Youyao with a stride, the big knife in his hand was raised high, and the knife was about to fall.

Ling Youyao subconsciously raised her hand to block it, but she caught the warmth. Before she could see the scene in front of her, her eyes were covered, and then, a deep and cold voice came from her ear: "Don't look."

She was slightly taken aback, smelling the sweet rosin in her arms, her nose suddenly turned sour: "Fu Mingjue?"

"It's me." Fu Mingjue pulled her up from the ground, threw the sword to Jiang Liu, and said only one sentence: "Kill them all."

Jiang Liu took the lead, and suddenly a large number of footsteps came, and the momentum was huge.

The silent night was full of clashes of swords and painful wailing, and the air was filled with a strong smell of blood, but it was blown away by the gust of wind for a while.

Although Ling Youyao couldn't see the scene in front of her, she also knew that blood must be flowing in rivers at this moment. She wanted to take off the hairband covering her eyes, but Fu Mingjue grabbed her hand.

"Wait a little longer and it will be fine." With a deep voice, he took a handkerchief and carefully wiped away the blood on the back of Ling Youyao's hand.

The fighting gradually ended, and the four fields returned to calm. Ling Youyao grabbed Fu Mingjue's sleeve and asked, "Don't you need to keep alive?"

"No, they are just killers on the black market. They are worthless and really useful people. I have already been arrested." Fu Mingjue held her scratched hand, with a hint of misery in his eyes. Light.

Ling Youyao paused, and then asked: "Who sent this person?"

The corners of Fu Mingjue's lips curled up into a grim smile, his thin lips parted slightly, and he uttered three words coldly: "Yuan Yuxuan."

At that time, in the post house.

Yuan Yuxuan was running around in the room in a hurry. Seeing that the people sent out had not returned, she couldn't sit still anymore, so she got up immediately and said, "We will leave Beijing tomorrow!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he felt inappropriate again: "No! Tonight, I will leave Beijing tonight!"

Na Jia looked at him quietly, his heart was already cold to the bottom, and said: "Your Highness, I'm afraid it won't work tonight."

"Why not?!" Yuan Yuxuan suddenly raised her voice, "If you don't leave, do you want my prince to die in Dayan?"

"Your Highness, the gate of the city is closed at this time, not to mention that King Jing already knows that you sent someone to assassinate Princess Jing, we can't leave now."

Na Jia's calm and indifferent appearance completely aroused the anger in Yuan Yuxuan's heart. He kicked Na Jia's heart and said fiercely: "Presumptuous! You even dare to disobey the prince's order! Are you going to rebel?" Yet?"

Unexpectedly, Na Jiacuo fell to the ground, covered his heart, vomited a mouthful of hot blood, and said in a hateful voice: "Your Highness, I have already advised you that it is not appropriate to take any further actions at this time, but you insist on getting rid of Princess Jing." !"

"This subordinate has never thought of rebelling, but just obeyed the king's order. If you want to punish, when you return to Beidi, this subordinate will confess to the king."

Yuan Yuxuan's eyes were about to burst, she gritted her teeth and said, "Okay, okay! If you want to sue your father, it depends on whether you have the life to go back alive!"

"Your Highness?" Na Jia suddenly raised his head, before he could understand what he meant, a cold light flashed in front of his eyes.

There was a pain in the neck, blood was splashed all over the place, and there was a difficult whimper in his throat. He opened his eyes wide and looked at Yuan Yuxuan, his eyes were full of shock——

Unexpectedly, in the end, he would die in the hands of his own people
(End of this chapter)