Proud Concubine Difficult to Train: My Palace Comes from Modern Times

--- "Bring my bow and arrow!" ---

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A stream of blood spattered and splashed on the screen table of the brewing room. A strong smell of blood permeated the room. The lamp was knocked down by a force of gravity and rolled several times on the fir wood floor. The fire was extinguished instantly.

All of a sudden, a room full of lacquer and ink is poured, and you can't see your fingers. The murderous aura and heavy blood are almost suffocating!

General's Mansion Lanxi Garden

"Ah, don't!" A panicked voice suddenly sounded in the night!

The pear wood bed collapsed, Wanyan Che was awakened by the nightmare he had just had, and almost lost his sanity in fright.

In the dream, he saw his wife Gu Xiyan's blue shirt was stained with blood, her pale face was horrifying and dazzling in the night, and the strong smell of blood filled his dream, waking him up from such a real dream.

Panting heavily in the room, Wanyan Che stretched out his sleeve, and the sleeve was completely wet. At this time, his face was full of shock, his sharp eagle eyes looked around, and the few lights went down as usual, but the bloody The taste is so real, so strong that it makes people sick!

I don't know if the lingering fear of being startled by the nightmare is still there, Wanyan Che only felt the bloody smell in his nose was very strong, his handsome face was pale as paper in an instant, he got up and opened the door and shouted: "Come on, come on!" The rough and loud voice was very abrupt and piercing at night, breaking the dead silence.

The two family generals guarding the backyard heard the sound and returned with well-trained fists: "This subordinate is here! What orders does the general have!"

"Can you smell the bloody smell from Lanxi Garden?" Wanyan Che asked.

When the two generals heard this, they looked puzzled, looked at each other and said to the general: "General Qi, my subordinates didn't smell blood in Lanxi Garden!"

"Really?" Wanyan Che narrowed his eyes and asked again.

"Don't dare to lie to the general!" The two generals clasped their fists again and replied.

Wanyan Che's expression was complicated, he raised his hand and said, "Go down!"

Although the two generals were perplexed, seeing that the general's expression was not good, they thought it must be due to busy work and exhaustion, so they gave the order to retreat.

At this moment when it was almost ugly, Wanyan Che felt inexplicably uneasy, his mind was filled with the appearance of a gentleman, wishing that he was in the 'Yufengxuan' now, and the two places were separated even though he was so close. The feeling made him very unsteady and unsteady, as if she would disappear at any moment.

While thinking so anxiously, Wanyan Che didn't dare to hesitate, so he hurriedly changed his clothes, now he just wanted to see Jun Ziyan with his own eyes and ensure her safety before he could rest assured.

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Lingfeng Court

In front of the window lattice, a woman in snow veil caressed her belly and smiled coldly at the cold moon, muttering to herself in a cold voice: "My child, you will be born in seven months, mother!" To remove all obstacles for you."

The soft voice of Mei Mei was eerie and cold at night, when she raised her eyes to look at the moon, there was a flash of fierceness!

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During the tea time, Jun Ziyan only felt that when the masked man's iron fan was a few centimeters away from his neck, his shoulder was sucked by a strong wind, and he narrowly avoided the iron fan.

The silver man's eyes narrowed, his figure flickered, a wind blew under his sleeves, the iron fan returned to his hand, and he threw it backhand again.

A gray shadow flashed, and a silver chain like a spirit snake pierced through the air, firmly entwining the silver man's iron fan. The prisoner broke through the air and attacked the silver man, bursts of murderous aura filled the air.

The fan swirled out like a circle, and Sen Ci's voice pierced the ear-piercing shock. I saw the figure of the silver man leaping, and the white robes flashed like a lone shadow, blowing out in the direction of Jun Ziyan.

There was a flash of blade light, and the expression of the man in gray changed. He waved the silver chain in his hand fiercely, and the weapons collided with a 'ding ding' sound.

The silver man tapped the handle of the iron fan lightly with his toes, and exerted more force under his feet. The white figure landed on the ground, and the iron fan was firmly subdued by him, and he stomped on the ground. Kick and spin to catch.

Leng Sen's voice was piercing and terrifying: "Mr. Jun, why bother? Isn't it good to go on the road well? Wouldn't it be cruel to have someone be buried with you!"

The blood flowed down the wrist drop by drop, dripping to the ground, the blood was about to disperse, Jun Ziyan's face was pale, listening to the other party's rampant words, even though he was extremely annoyed, he was powerless to fight back.

Her shoulders were now stained red with blood, and the strong smell of blood filled her tensed senses, and she didn't even know when she was hit.

Suddenly, the lamp fell to the ground by a force of gravity, rolled several times on the fir wood floor, and the flame was extinguished instantly.

The silver chains in the hands of the two men in gray clothes were thrown at the same time. The silver man's figure twirled, and the white figure turned into floating in an instant. coiled.

For a moment, the cold light flowed, and sparks were everywhere, and the sound of the two people's swords clashing intertwined and hit their hearts chaotically.

Hearing the gentleman's words, he shuddered.

The chest was obviously not hit by the iron fan, but it seemed that a hole had been cut suddenly, and the blood flowed continuously. Seeing that the silver man was already entangled by two uninvited guests, Jun Ziyan covered his chest with one hand and groped for a way in the dark, and walked towards the direction of the building. Go, fortunately, she didn't close the window rails of the corridor tonight, and she could barely walk down the stairs under the moonlight. As long as there is a way to survive, she will not treat herself badly.

The cold moonlight reflected on his shirt, making Jun Ziyan's face turn pale and his breathing weaker.

Suddenly, he staggered carelessly, his body rolled down in embarrassment, and a rush of blood surged up, and the gentleman spit out wildly: "Puff--" In an instant, the consciousness fell into darkness.

Galloping all the way, Su Shajue rushed to Yufengxuan, followed by hundreds of elite soldiers, and when they arrived at Yufengxuan, hundreds of elite soldiers surrounded Yufengxuan.

The sound of weapons colliding on the building stack made Su Shaju feel extremely chilled. With an order, Duan Mu and dozens of people broke into the door. In an instant, an iron fan flew through the air, and the magnetic field shook the membrane, and the blood splashed. A fierce battle is about to start.

Seeing the elite soldiers from Prince Su's mansion attacking the group, the man in silver gave a cold smile, the wind was blowing under his sleeves, and the iron fan fought back again.

Just when the two silver chains of Su Cang and Su Yan were about to wrap around his waist and catch him, Sen Bai's body transformed into a flash, his feet lightly tiptoed on the railing of the building, and he jumped into the air, Sen Bai's figure flashed like a ghost Out of the brewing room.

"Bring my king's bow and arrow!" Seeing that Iron Fan Wuming finally appeared, Su Shajue coldly ordered him to drink.

The bow and arrow in his hand stretched out, and the three long arrows were ready to go. The sharp arrows glowed with a cold light in the night

Su Shajue's dark eyes narrowed, and he aimed three arrows at Iron Fan Wuming, who had transformed into three.

"Hoo--" The off-string arrows, like a leopard and a flying tiger, aimed at the nameless and eerie figure of Iron Fan and shot in three directions.

The flying arrows behind him were like fierce leopards and flying tigers, chasing closely, Iron Fan Wuming narrowly dodged left and right, his mask flashed, his stinging eyes narrowed slightly, he turned around, and the iron fan in his hand was about to fly away again.

Unexpectedly, his chest was suffocated suddenly, a rush of blood surged up, Su Xijue's shot hit the opponent's vital point, within a thousand times, Iron Fan Wuming immediately cut the long arrow fiercely, and retreated steadily.

The night wind was cold, blowing the iron fan Wuming's hair, the stinging eyes flashed, and he showed a sneer at the elegant man on the mount.