The tyrant is too fierce!I'm happy with my dear concubine

Chapter 23

A once in a lifetime opportunity.

Fate Tribulation can be broken without a single soldier, or even bloodshed.

Chu Zhiyu's heart was moved.

It was ready to go, and it jumped out of the tyrant's arms and fell to the ground before sensing the danger.

A pair of animal pupils shone brightly in the dark night, staring at King Qin's direction intently.

What are you waiting for...

"Cough cough..."

Qin Sheng's face was pale, his movements were slow, but he was so stimulated by the pain in his heart that he bent over violently.

His rickety body was tortured by illness.

The sharp cold light brushed past the broken hair on his temples, and a strand of blue hair fell down.

Between lightning and flint, the crisp sound of a sharp weapon falling to the ground alarmed the guards.

"Escort!"

"There are assassins—"

"Protect Your Majesty—"

The tense-looking guards rushed forward urgently and orderly, forming an external encirclement circle, tightly protecting a certain figure in it.

A group of people was diverted to pursue the direction where the hidden weapon came from.

The leader of the Forbidden Army caught the sight of King Qin who was slowly straightening up and knelt down without hesitation.

Boom!
Chu Zhiyu squatted on the ground and heard the sound and felt a toothache. She glanced at the stone brick under the leader's knee, probably about to crack.

"Your Majesty, are you injured?"

"It's too late to save me from a lowly position, please forgive me..."

The cloak rustled in the bleak night wind, outlining the tall and straight figure of the man.

The handsome man holds a strand of black hair in his hand, half of the shadow is hidden in the darkness, the outline is deep and gloomy.

The gold thread on the belt reflected the icy light under the moonlight, and the long and slender hands were opened, allowing the wind to wind up the strand of hair.

Everyone's eyes fluttered with the broken part that was blown away by the wind, and their hearts seemed to be tightly held by a big hand.

The imperial guards were sweating in the cool evening wind, and knelt down in unison.

"Improper guarding at the humble position caused damage to your majesty's dragon body, please forgive me..."

The black eyes are more intense than the night, and the cold and bright moonlight can't light up these eyes.

With a cold face, he looked down at the imperial guards kneeling on the ground expressionlessly.

"How can I forgive you?"

"My life?"

"..."

Chu Zhiyu gasped, shrunk her figure, and hid herself in the crowd, for fear of being angered.

The chief of the forbidden army pressed his forehead tightly to the ground, terrified by his words, and dared not speak even a few words of excuse.

King Qin raised his jaw slightly, showing anger and killing intent.

A kick on the shoulder of the leader of the imperial army.

The leader quickly relaxed his muscles, allowing himself to be kicked crookedly.

"idiot!"

"Yes." Lin Chong replied in a muffled voice.

Qin Sheng was like a poisoned snake, baring its fangs, "The assassin fell to his knees before he caught him..."

He stood alone in the encirclement, standing out from the crowd.

"Is it because I'm not conspicuous enough, afraid that if the assassin misses again, I won't be able to kill me?!"

Silent.

Veins popped out of Qin Sheng's forehead, he stretched out his pale fingers and tapped Lin Chong in the air, not sure if he was angry or angry.

He watched the group of imperial guards condescendingly for a while.

"Everyone has fifty rods, and Lin Chong doubles."

Fifty people with a stick will have their skin bruised, and a hundred people with a stick will be in danger of dying.

"A thorough investigation of the Yuanyuan, all the palace people who passed by the Yuanyuan today will be punished to death!"

"……Yes!"

Lin Chong and the imperial guards salvaged their lives, and kowtowed gratefully, "Thank you Your Majesty for not killing!"

The cold wind spread out from the courtyard, and darkness enveloped the icy palace complex.

One by one, the ignorant palace people were brought out for a thorough investigation, and the palace people who unfortunately passed by the Yuanyuan knelt on the ground and begged for mercy to defend themselves.

The long knife was raised high.

Blood stained the long steps.

　Woooooo anyone?

　　
　
(End of this chapter)