There are always villains who want to harm my master

Chapter 19 Moonlit night tour of the river is difficult to say, the hypocritical and unkind prince dies

Doesn't she recognize that back?How many people in the crimson purple world dare to wear it, and how many people can wear it so elegantly?

"Master, save me!"

Chuanwu shouted from the bottom of his heart, but no sound came out of his mouth.

The young bearer noticed something strange about Chuanwu, and after a closer look, it turned out that the gauze at the corner of the curtain was hung on the bead curtain by the wind, and it was slightly lifted.

Just as he was about to reach out to uncover it, he met Chuanwu's eyes begging for help.

This oiran lady is really pitiful, and I don't know whose daughter is so miserable.

If it fell into the hands of Mama Hong, it would be like a dying lamp exhausted, and there would be a few happy endings.

After all, the bearer was young, looking at those beautiful big eyes full of sorrow and tears, he was moved with compassion.

He quietly withdrew his hand, pretending nothing happened.

Chuanwu got a chance by chance, and tried his best to follow the purple back of the crowd from that narrow corner.

The crowds were crowded, and the darkness could be seen in the night, and it was even more difficult to see the appearance and clothes clearly. I could only see a very prominent tall figure, who was also heading towards the imperial palace in front.

Chuan Wu wished to tell the bearer to go faster, so that she could get a better look at the man, so she could ask for help.

Entering the waterway, the bearer does not need to carry the sedan chair. It is better to be called a boatman than a bearer.

Chuanwu faintly felt that there was another surge of water under his body. The intersection of waterways was naturally busy, and the movement of the crowd was also hindered.

The purple clothes were also blocked in the crowd and couldn't move, as if they were looking for something.

"Master! I am here!"

Chuanwu shouted silently.

Listening to the chatter of the bearers, she is about to arrive at the palace of the emperor, and the master can't hear her heartfelt words. If he can't find her, let her go looking for him, maybe he won't be able to find him after another 100 years.

I was anxious, and suddenly I had a plan.

Taking advantage of the intersection of the waterway, everyone's attention was on the boat, and their feet were unstable. If the sedan chair was overturned, and the flower boat was overturned, no one would have seen her.

Chuan Wu only hated himself for being so thin and weak. He exhausted all his breastfeeding strength and managed to rely on that little weight to make the flower boat tilt a little bit and sway.

The running water was rushing, and seeing that it was about to succeed, Chuanwu secretly rejoiced, and pushed the sedan chair even harder, but suddenly there were two chairs firmly supporting it.

"Be careful! Knocking on the Huakui lady, the Seventh Prince will blame you, and you will have good fruit to eat!"

In the ear is a sharp and oily sound.

This voice sounded somewhat familiar to her, but she couldn't remember where she had seen it before.

"Of course rewards are meant to be rewarded hehehehehehehe..."

A series of eccentric laughter suddenly brought her back to the day she left in the woods.

Isn't this person that short, thin and cunning white-faced mouse?
The two of them had enmity with her, and it is not known whether they abducted and sold her because of their hatred, or they did not know who was sitting in the sedan chair.

Chuan Wu leaned over again and peeped from the corner, the white-faced mouse-like man was standing beside the sedan chair, smiling while twirling a bunch of temple hair.

Chuan Wu was secretly taken aback, and quickly withdrew his gaze.

If the oiran they were carrying was the little girl who tied them up in the forest that day, her current appearance would give them a good chance to take revenge.

Chuan Wu was like an ant on a hot pot, his hands and feet were tied tightly to the couch, and he couldn't move at all. Just as he was in a hurry, the sedan chair suddenly stopped.

"The Seventh Prince has gone to the palace to attend the moon appreciation banquet, let Miss Huaying wait in the side hall first."

An elderly man opened the door and came out, whispering.

It turned out that the two, black and white, high and low, were putting on airs at the Cuixiang Tower, and it was said that the Seventh Prince called for the shadow of a flower to accompany him.

Others didn't dare to touch the seventh prince's face, he acted like a fox and pretended to be a tiger.

In front of the Seventh Prince, he also said that the two of them specially arranged for the oiran lady from Cuixiang Tower to be presented to His Highness.

He sold it to Cuixianglou as a favor for nothing, and asked for a lot of money in front of the Seventh Prince.

Chuan Wu was veiled and carried out of the sedan chair, just as the purple-clothed figure flashed by.

Chuan Wu hurriedly thumped desperately, but the purple clothes remained indifferent, just standing in the distance and mingling with the crowd to watch the fun.

That day when she sneaked out of Liyuan for the first time, it was easy for him to find out, but now in front of his eyes, she is blinder than that blind Golden Crow!

"Little girl, don't struggle, and serve His Highness well. If you are happy to serve, I will also give you a taste of something new—"

The black and fat Semimi carried Chuanwu and said in a low voice.

It was such a big room, I couldn't see how it was decorated, but I could vaguely see two very bright silver lamps, like two huge fruits through the face veil.

Chuan Wu was placed on the bed in the Seventh Prince's side hall, the fireworks were bright outside, and the hall was silent, with two little maids dozing off boredly by the door.

Zhulong searched in the crowd for a long time but didn't see the small oil bottle, so he went off to check one by one among the bustling crowd.

Isn't the mountain spirit the most lively?How can I be willing to spend this full moon night?
Or...she hasn't arrived in Qionghua City yet?
But it stands to reason that he didn't find a trace all the way here, if she was still on the way, he would have met her long ago, how could she not see a single hair in the world.

At that time, he gave up looking for Fangfeng because he thought it was more important to look for Yuanshen, and he said a few angry words, but in the end he still had to look for her, which didn't save much time.

Zhulong was annoyed all by himself, and hurried to look for the bridge, but was blocked by that annoying oiran lady.

The gods can't compete with mortals, so they have to insert themselves among a group of mortals and wait patiently.

It's just a prettier girl, I don't know what the gang of mud bastards are excited about, they happily surround the flower boat and refuse to move.

Finally the oiran landed on the shore, the crowd finally relaxed a little, Zhulong couldn't wait, and strode forward as soon as he crossed the bridge.

Chuan Wu sat quietly in the room, the incense of the emperor's womb was unique, and there seemed to be a soft and ambiguous feeling in the dark fragrance, which made her drowsy.

"Your Highness."

The two maids outside the door suddenly said in unison.

The door of the hall was pushed open, and the cold wind came in at night, which made Chuanwu shiver in shock.

A man in brocade clothes came in casually, took off his outer shirt casually, and sat down at the table.

"Are you the oiran lady Bai Ya He Sha dedicated to this king?"

The man spoke, with a bit of drunkenness.

"Why don't you open your mouth? Seeing this king, are you scared?"

The Seventh Prince walked over a little dejectedly, and actually sat at Chuan Wu's feet.

"Oh, they can make arrangements!"

The man took the small and exquisite incense burner, opened it for a sniff, and threw it on the ground casually.

The veil was snatched away, and Chuanwu cried like a tearful man, his mouth was stuffed with avoiding language beads, and his hands and feet were bound to be bleeding.

"Oh, what a beauty—"

The Seventh Prince looked at Chuanwu with pear blossoms and rain, and was instantly in a good mood. He lifted Chuanwu's small chin with one finger, and praised him.

Turning around, he drew a dagger from the rack, and roughly cut the rope tied to Chuanwu's body.

"How can those slaves treat a peerless and wonderful person like this." The prince scolded.

Chuanwu smiled gratefully at the man, and carefully hid aside.

"You... are you a little mute?" the prince approached with his face flushed, his eyes narrowed.

Chuan Wu shook his head, speechless.

The smell of alcohol in the man's mouth was pungent, Chuan Wu didn't want to get too close to him, so he took two steps back cautiously.

"It's not dumb, why don't you make a sound, don't make a sound—"

"Ride the horse and gallop for a while, but I can't hear the beauty shouting for me..."

The latter sentence was specially whispered in her ear.

Chuanwu felt nauseated for a while, and avoided the drunk in disgust.

"Hide—and hide—"

The Seventh Prince suddenly stepped forward and grabbed her waist with a smile until he squeezed her back against the edge of the table.

"Chunxiao is worth a thousand gold, beauty—what are you holding back!"

The buttocks were suddenly lifted onto the table by a force, and the prince knew at a glance that he was a seasoned veteran.

Chuanwu struggled to escape, the wind whizzed in his ears, and suddenly a sharp blade was thrown on the pillar, the handle of the knife was still trembling slightly, Chuanwu was frightened and froze in place for a moment.

"Want to go? Don't you want to see where it is?"

The seventh prince suddenly changed his expression and said sharply.

A wound was cut on Chuanwu's neck, although it was not fatal, it had already begun to bleed.

"you are not human!"

The man looked at the cyan blood flowing from her neck and opened his eyes wide.

"Tell me, who sent you to approach this king!"

The cold dagger touched Chuanwu's neck, and the Seventh Prince was very sober, and he was completely different from the drunken and lewd appearance before.

Chuanwu was pinched so hard that he couldn't breathe, and shook his head desperately.

"Don't tell me? Hmph, even if you don't tell me, I can guess it!"

The man sneered and snapped his fingers. Two dark guards in black appeared out of nowhere and knelt on the ground alive.

"White crow and black evil, kill immediately."

The dark guard took the order, and disappeared as if in the wind.

"The two of them are dead, and you will be the next one. It's a pity that a beauty is lost, and she will die at the hands of this king again, tsk tsk tsk..."

The man strangled Chuan Wu's neck and brought her to the rack of various weapons on display.

"Your name is Huaying, tsk, I will use this flower knife to bury you with me—"

As the man spoke, he pressed the blade engraved with roses against her throat, and was about to exert force, but was blown away by a powerful force.

Chuanwu felt the suction force behind him, and stepped back involuntarily until he touched a generous chest.

"With you, you dare to touch the people in this seat?"

The purple air rose, shrouded in divine light, and a majestic voice came from the top of the head, making people afraid.

Chuan Wu looked up, only to see a thin jawline, a high nose bridge, and long black hair loosely flowing down, unable to see the emotion in his eyes clearly.

The Seventh Prince's eyes were full of unwillingness, and he got up from the ground in pain, his eyes were fierce.

He's going to pick up that dagger!
"Ignorant child, don't you regret it?"

Seeing that he was not dead in his heart, the master still wanted to fight back, so he sneered for a moment.

"This king is the majestic Seventh Prince! He is the King Annan named by my father! What are you who dare to make trouble in front of this king!"

The Seventh Prince stabbed at Master and Chuan Wu like crazy, but was lifted into mid-air by Master.

Master moved his fingers, and the seventh prince fell to the ground again.

"If you cleanse your heart from now on, give up those adulterous things, and concentrate on governing and benefiting the people, I will let you live." Master said with a flick of his hand.

"Shut up! It's not your turn to teach me a lesson!"

The Seventh Prince did not change his nature, still struggling and yelling, refusing to repent.

"Dead wood cannot be carved."

The master shook his head, turned his palm and the dagger flew up into the air, and directly nailed the prince to the pillar with it.

"It's time to talk—"

The master squeezed Chuanwu's face, took out the speech-avoiding pearl with great difficulty, and then crushed it into powder and fluffed it up.

"Master - woo woo woo master..."

Chuanwu was so tortured that he couldn't speak, but just hugged his master and cried loudly.

Zhulong felt a little happy being held by her, and also stood still, neither reaching out nor pushing away.

Something hurt her back, and when she pulled away her little paw, it turned out to be the red lotus finger pliers that had been stolen from the Shanshen Mansion for a long time!

Whether it is a murder weapon or a divine weapon, it is a divine weapon if it is properly used, and it is a murderous weapon if it is used to do evil.

The Spirit Pavilion in the Mansion of the Mountain God has the most complete collection of treasures in the world. The red lotus finger pliers used to punish the aggressive people in the mansion, but one day they couldn't find it.

At that time, he thought that the disappearance of a low-level spiritual weapon, perhaps hidden by some resentful disciple, was not a big deal, and he didn't bother to pursue it.

But now I met the thing from the mountain god's mansion here, I'm afraid the hidden story behind it is not simple.

Zhulong frowned and put away the finger forceps, carefully inspecting the scars all over Chuanwu's body.

The more I checked, the more I frowned, and the more I looked, the angrier I became, and finally I didn't check one by one, put down Chuan Wu's arm, and asked:

"Who hurt you like this?"

Master's face was covered with clouds, and he said sullenly.

"This was screwed by the girls in Cuixianglou, this was beaten by Hong Mama, this was cut by the Seventh Prince, this was also scratched by him, and this..."

Chuan Wu was sobbing, complaining a series of complaints like pouring beans.

"Go, poke back."

With a sullen face, the master handed over a small knife, pointed at the Seventh Prince on the wall and ordered.

"what……"

Chuan Wu looked at the sharp blade in front of him, but dared not take it.

"Take it, trash."

Zhulong stuffed the small knife into Chuanwu's hand, and cursed.

How could his people be bullied like this by a group of muddleheads?

He had to be negligent today, he didn't feel the faint spirit in the imperial womb, she had already died under the rose knife.

"But... he's already dead..."

Chuanwu had never even fought, let alone stabbed someone.

"Yup……"

The master was thoughtful, and with a wave of his long sleeves, the seventh prince unexpectedly came back to life.

"Alive, stab it back."

Master said lightly.

"what?"

Chuanwu originally said that the Seventh Prince was already dead, so there was no point in stabbing him again.

Well, I made it alive again, otherwise Master will stop calling him a mountain god, and just call him King of Hades.

"Hmph, the King of Hades is not worthy to lift my shoes."

Zhulong sneered, lamenting the ignorance of this little elf.

"Master said that when a gentleman repays grievances with virtue, killing is unavoidable, and torture is not." Chuan Wu said.

"My seat said, an eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth, whoever bullies you, bullies you back."

"But Master also said..."

"Are you listening to your master, or to me?" Zhulong interrupted impatiently.

"Listen to..."

Chuanwu lowered his head.

She really couldn't let go of that hand, after all, she was a real person, and although she hated this person to the bone, she still felt bad for taking his life with her own hands.

"Didn't you kill a few mountain men in Jinlun Yin? Why didn't you hesitate then?"

　It’s over after staying up all night, but it’s a pity that I still haven’t caught up with the post before twelve o’clock. Alas, I’m so tired of living, I really want to blow the earth up with one punch.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)