Returning after three years of reincarnation in the world of martial arts

Chapter 218 Ambush Yuan Miaochuan

Royal Palace.

Inside a gazebo in the imperial garden, on a soft couch, the old emperor Yuan Weilie, who was in shape and bones, was rarely wearing a dragon robe and a crown today.

His soft couch is placed in a sunny place in the gazebo.

The warm morning sun shone down on him, but he was still covered with a thick blanket.

His complexion was obviously worse than when he summoned Seventh Princess Yuan Miaoyu last time.

There was no blood on the gray face, and the gray skin reminded people of "dead energy".

The graceful and luxurious queen Pan Yingyun was also sitting next to him at this moment, basking in the sun with him.

Yes!

They were basking in the sun and waiting for the wedding of the Seventh Princess.

A guard named Ouchi, scattered in all directions.

Including the three people enshrined in Da Nei, among these three people is the only woman, Qin Jingyu.

At this moment, a female officer outside the gazebo took out her mobile phone. It seemed that she had received a call. She answered the call. After listening to it for a few seconds, her expression changed. She lowered her voice and asked eagerly, then hung up the phone immediately , Holding the mobile phone, he trotted into the gazebo, bowed and lowered his head to report: "Your Majesty, I just received urgent news that the Ninth Prince has been assassinated, and the sword is in his heart. It is at stake, and the situation is very critical!"

"What? Shu'er was assassinated? Who did it? Who did it?"

The queen was startled, her face changed greatly.

Because the Ninth Prince, like the Crown Prince, is her biological son, the only two biological sons.

Yuan Miaoshu was assassinated, so she couldn't calm down.

In contrast, Emperor Yuan Weilie was much calmer.

After all, he has many sons and many daughters. If he has too many things, he doesn't care much.

What's more, he has experienced many storms and waves in his life, and he has seen not many dead people.

Those who were bestowed to death by him can at least circle the imperial city for one week.

What's more, he himself is running out of time, so how can he care more about the life and death of a son?

"Reporting to my lord! The murderer was wearing black clothes and covered his face. He shot quickly and left quickly. He was not caught, so it is not sure who the murderer is, but according to the situation just reported, from the injury of His Highness Jiu To judge, the murderer should be using the feather sword technique."

The female officer answered quickly.

The queen frowned, her expression darkened instantly, she looked at the emperor subconsciously, and said through gritted teeth, "The Yuyi sword technique? The Qian family's Yuyi sword... Whose Yuyi sword technique is already the best in this capital city and the whole world?"

The female officer was silent for a few seconds, and answered honestly: "It must be Qian Ye, the feathered sword god in the palace of the King of England."

"What a feather sword god!"

The queen sneered, swung the sleeve of her right robe abruptly, and shouted, "Where is the God of Thunder?"

Thunder God is the second-ranked enshrinement Ren Hebin among the seven major offerings. He was standing outside the pavilion at this time. Hearing the queen's call, Ren Hebin, who was dressed in purple, straightened his expression, and hurriedly strode into the pavilion, kneeling on one knee. Kneeling in front of the queen, she cupped her fists and said, "The minister is here!"

The queen got up murderously and walked in front of Ren Hebin, took off a phoenix-shaped jade pendant around her waist, handed it to Ren Hebin, and shouted: "Thunder God obeys orders! You go immediately with this palace phoenix jade, and capture Qian Ye, the feathered sword Bring to justice! Anyone who resists or obstructs, no matter who they are, will be executed on the spot!"

This?
Thunder God Ren Hebin frowned, and subconsciously looked at the emperor on the soft couch.

For a while, he dared not accept the Queen's orders.

Just because Qian Ye is the number one expert under the Third Prince, and he knows with his ass that if he goes to arrest Qian Ye, as long as the Third Prince is present, he will definitely stop him.

So, if he really accepted the queen's order to carry out, if the third prince obstructed him, would he, Ren Hebin, execute the third prince on the spot?
That's the third prince!

In the past few years, he has been competing with the prince for favor, and almost won the crown prince's position.

Without the emperor's will, who would dare to execute the third prince easily?
Seeing that Ren Hebin didn't receive the order immediately, the queen looked sullen, and reprimanded: "Ren Hebin!! How dare you resist the order?"

At this time, the emperor finally spoke, his voice was weak, "Queen! Don't make things difficult for Lei Shen. Lei Shen, you go and capture Qian Ye, and put him in the dungeon for trial later!"

Lei Shen hurriedly received the decree, and left the pavilion with big strides, fearing that the queen would stop him again and give him another decree.

The queen frowned and opened her mouth to say something, but the emperor raised his right hand slightly to stop her.

Weakly said: "Qin Jingyu! Let Qin Jingyu come over to receive the order!"

The female officer who had just reported the assassination of the Ninth Prince hurriedly stood up and shouted to Qin Jingyu outside the pavilion: "Qin Gongfeng, step forward and receive the order!"

Qin Jingyu quickly ran into the gazebo.

Kneel on one knee in front of the emperor and empress.

"Qin Jingyu accepts the order!"

The emperor looked at her with turbid old eyes, and his voice was still weak: "The Ninth Prince was assassinated, Jingyu! You go to the Taimiao first, and fix his soul first, so that he will not disperse today, and then immediately go to see his injuries. , must save his life!"

Qin Jingyu bowed his head to receive the order, "I obey the order."

Then he got up and strode away.

Qin Jingyu left, but the queen looked at the emperor in amazement, and couldn't help but ask, "Your Majesty, where can Shu'er's soul be held in the Taimiao? Then why only keep him alive today? Why can't you keep his soul alive forever?"

The emperor glanced at her indifferently, and said weakly: "It's not that he doesn't want to, but at most he can only keep him alive for a day. As for the reason, you don't need to know!"

The queen opened her mouth, not daring to say any more.

Just heard that the Taimiao can keep her son's soul alive today, she has calmed down a lot, and is not as angry as before.

……

Thor Ren Hebin left the palace in a black car and headed straight for the Prince of England's mansion. He knew that the King of England would come to the palace today to attend the wedding of the seventh princess, but if the King of England came to the palace, he would only follow the nearest avenue.

Therefore, as long as he goes all the way in this direction, he will definitely meet the King of England's car.

He believed that Qian Ye, the feathered sword today, would definitely accompany the King of England to protect him.

What surprised him was that just as his car came out of the palace, he met the convoy of King Yuan Miaoduo.

Ren Hebin hurriedly asked the driver to put his car across the front of the British King's motorcade.

He himself got out of the car immediately and strode to Yuan Miaoduo's car.

In the car, a leader of the guards got off quickly, frowned and came to Ren Hebin, clasped his fists and asked: "Ren Gongfeng, why stop my prince's convoy?"

Ren Hebin asked with a cold face: "Where is Yuyi Sword Qian Ye? Let him come out to see me!"

The leader of the guards sensed Ren Hebin's unkindness, and doubts flashed in his eyes, because he had the impression that although the seven priests had a high status, they had never swept the face of the third prince before.

But at this moment, Thunder God Ren Hebin obviously didn't give the Third Prince any face.

"Master Qin wants to find Lord Qian? I'm sorry! Lord Qian is not feeling well today, and he is not accompanying him. Does Ren Ensign have anything else to do? If not, please get out of the way! Don't block our lord's way."

Ren Hebin narrowed his eyes, stared closely at the expression of the head of the guards, and asked in a deep voice, "Really? Is Qian Ye really not here?"

The leader of the guards smiled, "Does Qin Gongfeng want to search the prince's convoy?"

He thought that Ren Hebin would say "I dare not", but unexpectedly Ren Hebin followed his words and said: "That's exactly what I meant!"

With that said, Ren Hebin stepped forward with a cold face, opened Yuan Miaoduo's car door, and looked inside.

In the car, Yuan Miaoduo, King of England, stared at Ren Hebin coldly, his face sinking like water.

Ren Hebin's behavior was regarded by Yuan Miaoduo as a provocation to his dignity.

"What did Qian Ye do?"

Yuan Miaoduo asked coldly.

Ren Hebin glanced at Yuan Miaoduo, and clasped his fists neither humble nor overbearing and replied: "His Royal Highness, the Ninth Prince was assassinated, and the murderer used the feather sword technique! Your Majesty ordered me to arrest Qian Ye and bring him to justice, offended!"

As soon as these words came out, the faces of Yuan Miaoduo and others changed drastically.

He was surprised that the Ninth Prince would be assassinated, and even more surprised that Ren Hebin actually said that the murderer used the Yuyi sword technique.

And in Tianque City, who doesn't know that the one with the highest Yuyi swordsmanship is Yuan Miaoduo's subordinate Qian Ye?
If Qian Ye's suspicion cannot be cleared away, Yuan Miaoduo will definitely be implicated.

……

Raytheon let Hebin stop the Third Prince's convoy.

In the northern area of ​​Tianque City, the convoy of the Fourth Prince Yuan Miaochuan drove forward at a leisurely pace.

In Yuan Miaochuan's car, a young woman wearing a maid's uniform felt the vibration of the mobile phone on the outer thigh, frowned, opened the skirt, and took out the mobile phone tied to the outer thigh with an elastic band.

Put through the call and put the phone to your ear.

After hearing a few words, her expression changed.

She hung up the phone in a hurry, and said to Yuan Miaochuan who was still looking at the street view from the car window: "Your Highness, the convoy of the Ninth Prince was attacked on the way to the palace just now, and the Ninth Prince was hit by a sword and fell to the ground, what a disaster!"

Yuan Miaochuan was startled, and instantly regained consciousness from the distracted state, and looked at the young woman in surprise.

"Auntie, is this news accurate? Who did it?"

The young woman nodded and shook her head, "It should be accurate. As for who did it, it's not clear yet."

After a pause, she quickly suggested in a low voice: "Your Highness, it seems that someone is going to take advantage of the Seventh Princess's wedding to make trouble today, and I was disturbed before, and there may be someone who wants to harm you. To be on the safe side, let's immediately Go back to the Ability Academy?"

Yuan Miaochuan frowned, her eyes were uncertain.

at this time.

Behind a window on the second floor of an inn on the street, Fang Xingtong and Lan Ying are still standing here side by side. In their line of sight, the motorcade of the fourth prince Yuan Miaochuan is approaching here little by little. There are only a few dozen meters away, and it will be almost Come to the front of the inn where they are.

Seeing this, the corners of their mouths raised a faint smile.

Suddenly, they saw Yuan Miaochuan's motorcade start to turn around.

At this time, the team turns around?
With an expression on Lan Ying's face, she quickly reminded: "Miss Xingtong! Shoot quickly! The target is probably already alert, don't let them escape!"

"Escape? Hmph!"

Fang Xingtong sneered, his eyes turned into silver-white pupils in vain after being covered in fog.

As her pupils turned silvery white, above Yuan Miaochuan's car, the luck of several people appeared.

Everyone's luck is colorful.

Only one of them had a particularly huge cloud of luck, like the crown of a century-old tree, in which the white, cyan, and yellow smoke clouds occupied a large area, except for the black luck that represented bad luck.

At a glance, Fang Xingtong concluded that this was Yuan Miaochuan's luck.

But Yuan Miaochuan's luck was so prosperous that she was still shocked.

Such a prosperous luck was the only thing she had seen in her life, and she was not even sure that she could cut off so much luck.

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