From now on, the Son of Heaven does not come early

Chapter 445

In the harem, the man in black who was stabbed by Feng Junran rose and fell, and finally disappeared after hiding in the bushes, but there was still a faint smell of blood in the air. He frowned and looked from afar, De The imperial concubine's palace is not far away. Looking around, the usually dark palace road is now crowded with Habayashi guards. The torches illuminate the place like daytime. From time to time, a few people can be heard roaring: "Everyone Find it quickly! If you let the assassin go, I won't spare you!"

Hearing the words, the man in black frowned. Only now did he feel a sharp pain in the place where Feng Junran stabbed him.

The man in black gritted his teeth, snorted coldly, and finally made up his mind to go to Concubine De's palace.

Wang Ying had already fallen asleep at this moment, but she couldn't fall asleep because of her excitement. When she turned around, she suddenly felt that there was someone in the room. She sat up suddenly, and saw a man in black standing beside her bed.

"Ah!!!" She couldn't help screaming, the voice ushered Wang Ma and several court ladies, and when everyone entered the room, they lit the candles, and they could see Wang Ying with a pale face on the bed, and the straight The man in black standing in front of her.

Wang Ma held back the panic in her heart and looked carefully. The man was dressed in black, with a black face scarf on his face, no fluff could be seen, only a pair of cold eyes staring at the front without expression.

Wang Ma was startled, because she couldn't see any trace of a living person from this man's face, so he was clearly a dead person!
"Who is it? How dare you trespass on Concubine De's bedroom? Why don't you hurry up and call for someone!"

The palace maids who had already been frightened to death screamed and rushed out, but the man in black remained motionless, but moved stiffly towards the bed step by step, his fingers stretched out stiffly, as if he was about to grab Wang Ying's shoulder up.

Wang Ma screamed and rushed over, knocking him aside. The man in black seemed to be a little annoyed. He stiffly grabbed Wang Ma's neck and lifted him up high. His eyes were not angry at all. There was a layer of ashes-like coldness, which made Wang Ma even more certain that this was definitely not a living person!
"Miss, run... run... run..." Wang Ma clasped the cold fingers on her neck that were as cold as a dead person, and looked behind her hard. Only then did Wang Ying realize that she was struggling to walk away. With frightened legs, he rolled and scrambled and rushed out.

But the eyes of the man in black kept chasing Wang Ying, and then he raised his legs to chase after her. Wang Ma let out a roar from her throat, struggled instantly, and kicked the man in black continuously in the chest and face, but even if she was beaten , but still seemed to feel nothing, still moved stiffly, and slowly chased out.

"Ah!!! Help, help!" Wang Ying cried and stumbled out. The maids watching in the yard were frightened, and there was a shrill scream, which disturbed the entire quiet harem.

Wang Ma used all her strength to block it and beat her desperately. This walking corpse was so cold that she couldn't help shaking her teeth.

The man in black finally seemed to feel impatient. He glanced at the woman who was disturbing him like a fly. After all, he slightly closed his fingers. The sound of bones breaking instantly resounded, especially harsh in the dark and cold night. , like a cold sharp sword, pierced directly into Wang Ying's heart.

"Wang Ma, Wang Ma! No, Wang Ma!" Wang Ying screamed, crying, and turned her head, but she didn't dare to go back. She could only struggle, using her arms and legs, and crawled desperately back.

The man in black threw the utterly dead man aside, and continued to walk slowly and staggeringly towards this side.

Then he stood quietly in front of Concubine De, his dead eyeballs moved with difficulty before meeting Wang Ying's gaze.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!"

The screams pierced the night, and it seemed that the entire capital city moved accordingly. The guards of the Habayashi rushed in with torches, and finally blocked the palace.

The night is dark.

The turmoil outside did not disturb the tranquility inside Xinuange, which was still brightly lit.

Feng Junran sat quietly beside the small couch, regardless of his dirty appearance, he only looked at the sleepy little man with his slender eyes.

His breathing was extremely light, as if the little person would be woken up by him if he didn't pay attention.

Dong Luo stood outside Xinuang Pavilion, his eyes were dark and silent, and he was alert.

Except for the movement in the Xinuang Pavilion just now, tonight seems to be the same as in the past, there is nothing unusual. The Habayashi Guards are all well-trained people, so naturally they don't talk too much. Ye Jiu inherited the emperor's original words, and only said the Queen of the Xinuang Pavilion when asked. The empress was assassinated, she was not injured, but she needed to rest and rest, and she might not be able to go to court in the next few days.

Ye Jiu knew that the emperor was protecting his sister, at this moment, no matter whether it is the government or the old aunt Xi Rong, let them go to hell!
But in my heart, apart from being happy, there is also a little sadness, an indescribable sadness, lingering in my heart, and I can't get rid of it.

Ye Jiu sighed softly, but turned around and left after all.

Inside the Xinuang Pavilion, Feng Junran stretched out his hand slowly, his fingertips gently touched the delicate skin of the little man, touching with nostalgia, his eyes were full of tenderness, Jing Ye was speechless and had no desires, Just staring at it so quietly, Feng Junran suddenly felt that even this was enough.

"Your Majesty, Concubine Liu suddenly pointed out that the empress had lived in the Soochow Palace, and said... that the empress and the king of Wu communicated..." Dong Luo's stammering appearance just now sounded, and Feng Junran became cold Mouzi, I deliberately chose to talk about this matter when I was not around, and there was only one purpose!
He frowned, got up and walked to the bank of the book, took out the brush, took the imperial decree, and just wanted to write, his slender eyes saw someone's masterpiece on the desk.

A huge bastard occupies almost half of the book case, and then there are big and small bastards criss-crossing inside, one after another, or one crowding the other, big and small, bit by bit, all appearing on the vermilion background of the mahogany book case Above, Feng Junran, who was watching, couldn't help chuckling, and glanced at the sleeping person on the small couch. If he could, he really wanted to bite her hard now. This little girl, unexpectedly in the Western Jin Dynasty There is a bastard painted on the desk in the emperor's office. I don't know if the ancestors will think of themselves and laugh angrily.

Fingers with thin calluses pressed against the cold desk, following the little girl's strokes to trace every bastard, Feng Junran really wanted to be gentle, but this thing really made him unable to be gentle, he could only be bored , Chi Chi laughed out loud.

This can only piss off the rabbit!
Yiyi was reluctant to look away, so Feng Junran was in a good mood and took up a pen, wrote an imperial decree, opened the door and threw it to Dong Luo, and then sat back.

(End of this chapter)