Madam, look at the sword!

Chapter 72 Twelve Flowers
The group of crimson palaces with red walls and blue tiles looks majestic, solemn, cool and solemn on weekdays.

But today, because the wedding honor guard of the third son and the young princess entered here, and the joy resounded through the clouds, the whole palace seemed to come alive. It seemed that it was no longer solemn and solemn in the past, but instead dark red. It turned into a festive color.

In the Hall of Supreme Harmony, there were gold-footed bottles, emerald plates, guqin and bells tinkling.

The main hall is surrounded by flowers that look like inverted bells, all freshly picked today. Their fragrance lingers on the tip of the nose.

Almost all the famous people in the court are now gathered here.

Because His Majesty not only arranged the marriage of the third prince and the young princess here for the first time, he would also be honored by the two newcomers as an elder.

The reason is naturally due to the extraordinary merits of the Dangbei Palace and the special treatment in every aspect, which can reflect the dynasty treatment.

This is the consensus of everyone in the court.

But few people would have thought that it could be that Zhou Tianshengjun Wei Renxiong was very fond of the third prince and the little princess who were getting married today?

In short, today Emperor Zhou is dressed like a rich old man, without his usual majesty. He also has the old dog from Dangbei Palace following him, which seems to be sending a clear signal to the world of Jiuzhou. Even if someone from Dangbei Palace is... Your Majesty will pet any dog.

It was while performing the ceremony in the high hall that the official of the Ministry of Etiquette couldn't stand it anymore and wanted to take the dog away, but he was almost bitten.

So after His Majesty waved his hand, the most ridiculous scene in history occurred.

Because it was impossible for Dangbei King Zhao Qingshan to come to Kyoto, the old yellow dog actually occupied a seat in a row of high hall seats. He pursed his lips, raised his neck, and looked very serious, which looked very ridiculous.

But no matter what, Zhao Chengfeng and Wei Huanchu, who were just going through the motions, still bowed down.

Just after saying "Salute", Wei Huanchu happened to stand up and look up, and looked at the big yellow dog for a moment.

Inexplicably, she felt that the dog's face instantly brightened up with a smile, and the dog's eyes were full of love and joy, as if an elder liked her very much.
The little princess did not go into details because His Majesty also looked at her at this time.

So Wei Huanchu, who didn't want to look at Emperor Zhou, looked at Zhao Chengfeng beside him, but unexpectedly found that Zhao Chengfeng was looking at the eldest prince Xian Wang in the distance, looking very carefully.

What was even more interesting was that the eldest prince happened to look at Emperor Zhou who was looking at the little princess.

Ever since, the four of them formed a cyclical situation.
Emperor Zhou looked at the little princess because they had a falling out before and now they seemed to want to make peace.

The little princess looked at Zhao Chengfeng because she didn't want to talk to Emperor Zhou, so naturally she felt that the conflict was irreconcilable.

Zhao Chengfeng looked at Xianwang not only because this was the first time he met him, but more importantly because he had always wanted to kill him.

And the wise king looked at his father, not knowing whether he was thinking about his position as prince, or whether
All in all, this moment of mutual viewing was over as soon as it was formed.

A fat aunt came to the side of the third prince Zhao Chengfeng and interrupted everything. She didn't say anything and just nodded.

Zhao Chengfeng was a little surprised, and then showed a slightly satisfied look, because the layout of Zhong Gu's side depends on luck. It happened that the fish bit the hook today, which means that he is very lucky. He hopes to continue this luck. It would be best to go to the far northern border.

And his movements and expressions made Wei Huanchu realize...
It turns out that the book boy going to kill people is not the end. It turns out that the third prince wants to kill more than one person from the sect.

……

The best area in Kyoto besides Yuanbo is Tobo.

When the Third Prince first came to Kyoto, he was placed in Dongfang. Although it was a little less interesting than Yuanfang, it was also a noble place.

The block in the east is in the shape of a tic-tac-shape. There is a deep house there that is very quiet. No one lives in it all year round. Even the neighbors have never seen the owner of this house a few times.

They didn't know that the owner of this courtyard was a deacon of Jingzong who always dressed as a Confucian scholar.

He actually comes here often, but he always comes here secretly and doesn't want to meet anyone.

As for why he is sneaking around, of course he has a woman here, and his woman often helps him find women here.
Today was no different. Chen Song, who learned that his wife had helped him find a woman again, did not leave the main entrance as usual. After being admitted to the hospital, he walked from the corridor to the door of the central hall.

In front of the central hall, there is a Taishi chair that has been placed at the door all year round.

In the past, his woman would sit on this Taishi chair and wait for him while basking in the sun.

Today the woman has changed, and she has been replaced by a plump and charming young woman.

Her skin is like snow, her eyebrows are picturesque, and under the slightly raised corners of her eyes, a tear mole embellishes her delicate look.

Wearing a black ribbed dress with a simple but decent cut, it not only outlines the slender waist, but also highlights the tall and straight peaks of the chest.

Needless to say, this is naturally the woman his own woman found for him.
It's just that it's so good, it's beyond expectation.

Seeing herself, she said softly: "Master Chen?"

"Exactly."

The corners of Chen Song's mouth began to tilt up unconsciously, as if he had seen the moving scene of him and her lingering on the bed for a while.

But he was not an impatient person. After answering, he immediately asked: "My wife?"

"Inside, I'm dressed very nicely today."

Chen Song raised his eyebrows again, looking good?Do you want to sleep with a dragon and two phoenixes on the same bed?
After thinking about it, it makes more sense. After all, the last few times, she has never thought that she was greedy!
With his proud hands behind his back, he strode into the nave, but after turning a corner, the scene he saw made him squat in the air with his raised legs, without his feet touching the ground.

A piece of bright red satin hangs from the beam.

A woman in white clothes was lifted up.

The woman's face turned pale.

Eyeballs burst.

Half of the beauty she had in life was gone, and everything she looked at was ugly.

"Does it look good?" The voice sounded in Chen Song's ear, still delicate and soft.

He suddenly turned around, summoned all his true energy, and swam a seven-foot flying sword from his waist, heading straight for the plump young woman.

The young woman calmly took off a green hairpin from her hair and held it in her hand.

When the flying sword was close to her eyebrows, she raised the green hairpin in her hand and stabbed it sharply on the side.

There was a crisp sound of "Ding~".

The flying sword was like a snake. It was hit seven inches away. There was an obvious bend on the blade where it was hit. The stream of light exploded instantly, and then the flying sword seemed to be spinning wildly out of control due to the huge force.

Almost instantly, the uncontrollable sword spun around the central hall.

Hanging from the beams of the house by a red satin, she saw with her exploding eyes the precious calligraphy and paintings, the red sandalwood incense burner, the pear wood tables and chairs, and her favorite pot of peonies, all of which had been cut and damaged. A trace of blood.

Chen Song, who was connected with his spiritual consciousness, was like this flying sword at this moment.

Not only is his mind agitated and his consciousness confused, but even the true energy in his body has opened like a flood and is out of control.

At this time, he also heard a roar.

The roaring sound came from a plump woman. She was lying on the ground in a black dress. One of her slender white legs was exposed, but she seemed to be full of strength.

In an instant, she came to Chen Song.

The green hairpin attacks the body, and they fight in close combat.

Twelve straight thrusts in a row.

Chen Song barely blocked it
But regardless of the chaotic real energy in his body, his sore and numb arms, and the agitated spiritual consciousness, he was obviously weaker than before.

The plump woman only took a breath and did it again in this way.

This time Chen Song failed to completely block...
A hairpin hit his lower abdomen, breaking his air. Blood trickled out and quickly dripped all over the ground.

And before he could take a breath, the plump woman struck again.

Still twelve thorns, she seems to be able to do twelve thorns.

But...this time it was faster and stronger than the previous two times.

Or maybe it's not that she is faster or more powerful, but that Chen Song can no longer keep up with her speed, and the scene in his eyes has even begun to blur.

Therefore, after this round, Chen Song's arms, thighs, and shoulders all had blood holes.

He was disabled, he raised his hand, wanted to stop, wanted to speak, wanted to say some conditions
then no then
Plump women still have twelve thorns.

The difference was that this time Chen Song had no power to fight back at all, and he fell to the ground from the impact.

But she didn't stop. The green hairpin was like a dagger in her hand. Every time she dropped it, it would bring up puffs of blood, splattering all over her body and face.

This picture is particularly bloody.

Especially the dead-eyed woman hanging on the red silk satin on the beam seemed to be watching all this.

But Liu Meiniang, a plump girl from Prince Dangbei's palace, is not the young master-centered person. She does whatever the young master tells her to do, and the book boy Aotian doesn't have any ideas.

Nor is she Zhong Gu, who has already seen countless bloody storms and will never feel strange or overly angry when faced with anything.

I know the stories of the twelve girls. I also saw twelve portraits in the carriage that day that were wrinkled by the wind and seemed to be a little more vivid. I also heard Cui Zhi questioning the process of the person named Chen Song in front of me.

Although at first he was very serious about the fact that the Third Prince ate two kilograms of scrambled eggs.

But since today is here, Liu Meiniang came prepared.

She didn't want to say how passionate she was and how much she wanted to seek justice for those twelve girls.

But she just wanted to use her own actions and a little ceremony to honor the twelve girls.

such as
Now she has pierced Chen Song with twelve bloody holes.

When she saw that he was about to die, Liu Meiniang, who was covered in blood and had blood on her face, took out a stack of yellow paper from her arms.

Then she stretched out her fingers that were holding the green hairpin, but they were not stained with any bright red. She stained the blood hole on Chen Song's chest with blood, and twisted open pieces of yellow paper.

Soon, twelve pieces of yellow paper turned into twelve beautiful flowers.

Twelve flowers were lit and bloomed in the mid-air of the bloody nave.

She was dressed in black when she arrived, but now she was splashed with bright red. Liu Meiniang looked at the twelve flowers in a trance, remembering her own sorrow and hatred.

Of course, she came to her senses quickly, and looked at Chen Song, who was still struggling, and gave him a big mouth.

"Crack~!"

Chen Song lost all his teeth and his bloodshot pupils widened.

Then Liu Meiniang squatted next to him, raised her bleeding finger, pointed at the burning yellow paper flowers in mid-air, and asked, "Does it look good?"

　There should be more.

　　But I’m not sure whether it will be posted before twelve o’clock or after twelve o’clock.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)