The almighty princess is beautiful and sassy

Chapter 827 Hongxinglou, Detachment of Women

Just when they were amused by the scene of the three little hairballs appearing on the battlefield on horseback, the large red cloud in the sky suddenly seemed to fall, turning into a sea of ​​flames and pouring down from the sky!

No warning.

Like the Tianhe River hanging upside down, like a waterfall pouring down, covering the sky and blocking the sun.

boom!
fall!

"Hide!"

The sea of ​​flames instantly engulfed countless men in black who rushed into the palace gate.

Ma Jun and Zhang Yiwen led Zhao Jinyan back quickly, but the raging flames reached their backs.

The moment they were about to escape, the flames had already burst into flames.

Luo Qingtian was still safe and sound.

He looked up at the sky, and saw Luo Qingyin and Ziyunchen appearing in the air together, stepping on a small boat of petals, as if descending from the sunset, and the strong wind blew her black hair back, reflecting the blood dripping On the battlefield, there is a kind of wanton chic like splashed ink!
At that moment, Luo Qingtian suddenly burst out with great pride.

This is the strong.

This is his daughter...

Luo Qingyin!
Luo Qingyin looked in Zhao Jinyan's direction.

In the sea of ​​flames, purple awns prospered all over his body, unexpectedly protecting him tightly.

The corners of Ziyunchen's lips hooked slightly: "This is one of the inheritances of the Yan clan."

"Heh!" With Liu Yun's sleeve rolled up, the sea of ​​flames was completely contained, Luo Qingyin looked sideways at Zi Yunchen, "Are you going to kill him?"

Zi Yunchen said lightly: "It's better to keep him than to kill him."

Slowly landed on the palace wall, the petal boat gradually became smaller and flew back into Luo Qingyin's sleeves, Luo Qingyin slightly bent down and bowed to Luo Qingtian: "Father."

Luo Qingtian's firm back loosened a bit, and sighed: "Fortunately, you are back."

He has never been so fortunate that he has a daughter named Luo Qingyin.

He had never been so lucky, that year, he took her back to the palace.

Looking at Zi Yunchen, Luo Qingtian took the initiative to nod in greeting: "Thank you, His Highness Prince Rui, for your assistance."

The corners of Zi Yunchen's lips curled into a slight arc, "It's a little effort, you're welcome."

A bolt of lightning hit Zhao Jinyan hard, and a sea of ​​flames burned more than half of the man in black.

The remaining half of the men in black didn't hear Zhao Jinyan's order to retreat, and still rushed forward.

Luo Qingtian was determined in his heart, he clenched the hilt of his sword tightly, his face was full of fortitude: "His Royal Highness, Yin'er, please wait a moment. Father will deal with them first."

Luo Qingyin said with a slight smile: "Little fleas, why do you need your father to take action, just watch here."

And reinforcements?

Hearing what she meant, Luo Qingtian was a little curious as to who her reinforcements would be, so he immediately followed suit and stopped in his tracks.

The three little fur balls on the back of Ben Lei's horse jumped up the palace wall and landed next to Luo Qingyin's feet, forming a row.

At the same time, the Snow Ginseng doll poked its head out from the palace wall.

Afterwards, Lei Yan opened his mouth and let out a roar: "Wow!"

A roar resounded through Miyagi.

Luo Qingtian looked at Lei Yan in surprise, before he had time to speak, he heard the laughter of many young girls like silver bells.

He thought he heard it wrong, but in the next second, hundreds of beautifully dressed girls rushed in from the first palace gate that was breached.

Really girly!
There are all kinds of clothes, colorful and eye-catching.

Luo Qingtian was stunned.

The reinforcements are a group of girls?
Can they do it?
The Forbidden Army of the Imperial City was also stunned.

What are these girls doing here?
The man in black had a mocking look on his face.

The reinforcements are a group of girls?
Come to die?
Luo Qingyin looked at the girl, her lips parted slightly, and she uttered four words: "Not one left."

The girls raised their bare hands, with five slender fingers, silver light flashed on the fingertips, and the slender silver needles reflected the light of the setting sun, as if stained with blood, which was chilling.

Tens of thousands of silver needles were shot at the man in black like raindrops.

Those hundreds of men in black have been massacred for a whole day.

Who still has the strength to bounce the silver needle back?

Who can hide from the raindrops?

nobody!
The person who gets the needle dies.

It rained needles all over the sky, and countless men in black fell down one after another.

How they slaughtered the imperial army before, how they will repay now!

Luo Qingtian looked down at the girls from above and looked at Luo Qingyin in surprise: "They...?"

The corners of Luo Qingyin's lips curled up like a spring breeze: "The silver needle quenches the poison, and the blood seals the throat."

He is neat and ruthless in doing things, with his demeanor.

Luo Qingtian nodded secretly in his heart, and a trace of the rest of his life after the war appeared on his cold and serious face: "No, my father is asking, where did you find so many girls?"

Luo Qingyin said with a half smile but not a smile: "You don't want to know."

Luo Qingtian smiled and said: "The less you talk about Father, the more curious you will be."

"Okay, listen up and don't jump off the palace wall." Luo Qingyin said with a mischievous look on his face, "They come from Hongxing Tower."

Luo Qingtian: "..."

Hongxinglou, the largest brothel in Lijing.

After a while, Luo Qingtian laughed loudly: "Hahahaha, you really deserve to be my daughter!"

Only she can think of training brothel girls into women's soldiers!

Luo Qingyin stuck out her tongue at Ziyunchen with her head turned sideways, and made a grimace.

The main business of Hongxinglou is to pick up and drop off at the entrance of the ghost market, and the side job is to pick up customers. The girls are more or less cultivated.

When she was preparing for the weaving and embroidery workshop, Baicao Hall in the ghost city collected nearly a hundred copies of the weaving and embroidery martial arts. After she saw how many copies there were, she distributed half of them to the Hongxing Building so that they could play in their spare time.

This time, weaving embroidery has become their main business, pick-up at the entrance of the ghost market has become a sideline, and picking up customers has become a second-in-command.

Anyway, just doing embroidery alone can make enough money.

It doesn't matter whether you accept or not.

Luo Qingyin suddenly thought, it would be a good thing to take over all the brothels in Lijing and train all the girls in them to become women's soldiers.

Whatever happens in the future, take a group of coolly dressed women's soldiers out, don't need to fight, show your waist, show your career line, lift your jade legs, and you can make the other party crumble.

Zi Yunchen turned his face to the side and saw her plump rose lips draw a perfect arc, and his spirits were flying high between Gu Pan, and his gestures showed a variety of styles, combining coldness and charm, he couldn't help but feel agitated, and said with a low smile: "I'm thinking about it." What?"

Luo Qingyin put her slender index finger on her lips and softly "hush": "I won't tell you."

After the girl joined the battle circle, the situation was reversed.

The blacks were pinched by the imperial guards and the girl, and fell down one after another in less than an hour.

This battle to force the palace also ended with screams.

Yanzi led the girls to the third palace gate, and bowed to Luo Qingyin.

Their eyes are full of fanatical admiration.

With Luo Qingyin, they can practice without any scruples.

With Luo Qingyin, they practiced good acupuncture.

With Luo Qingyin, they are what they are today.

Although they couldn't see Luo Qingyin in person, they could always see news of her dominance on the flower notes.

Looking up at her standing on the palace wall, in the backlight, the brilliance flowed, as if coated with the most beautiful golden light.

(End of this chapter)