Emperor concubine and phoenix

Chapter 247 The Runaway Child

He knew Donghua, his name was Dongliu.

Cang Hanyu's expression changed, and the corners of his lips tightened suddenly.

Donghua, Dongliu.

He couldn't help but think of the white figure that flashed past his sight in the morning.After Yu Huayuan failed to find that person, he thought it was because of his blind eye.

But now.

"Master." Fu Wei jumped up to the high platform, knelt aside and reported, "A mysterious person broke into the palace."

Mystery man.

break in?

Cang Hanyu quietly clenched his hands, his eyes fell on the young man dancing on the tip of the lotus knife, a icy light flashed in his eyes, and his tone was cold: "Don't resist, let him come directly."

How can the palace guards resist the mysterious person who possesses supernatural powers?
"Yes."

Help slightly back down.

Cang Hanyu wrapped Nan Si's waist tightly with one hand, and looked around silently.

Everyone is still immersed in the young man's dancing posture. Even if they are not captured, the young man's astonishing demeanor and brilliance make people feel irresistibly shocked.

But at this moment, a flute sound suddenly merged into the sound of the sounds of nature, like a piece of ice melting in the warm spring sun. At first, it felt cool, but gradually, it seemed that the whole body was covered in layers of biting ice.

Everyone shuddered suddenly, feeling the coercion coming down from all directions, making people feel that the blood in their bodies was slowly congealing for no reason.

The young man dancing on the tip of the lotus knife staggered, and suddenly fell off the lotus platform like a bird with broken wings, and threw himself onto the carpet on the ground in a state of embarrassment.

The surroundings seemed to fall into dead silence for an instant.

The sky is peaceful and quiet.

The queen mother was horrified, she subconsciously turned her head to look at the emperor, but she saw that Cang Hanyu's expression was cold and indifferent, and the emperor's handsome face seemed to be covered with a layer of frost, revealing a biting coldness.

What happened?

The sound of the flute echoed in the air continuously, faintly and indistinctly.

After a while, someone slowly regained consciousness during the dinner, feeling that the sound of the flute was getting closer.

Involuntarily turning his head to look in the direction of the flute sound, what he saw was so startled that he stood up suddenly.

A soft sedan chair with eight lifts came slowly in the open space outside Yukun Garden. The sedan chair seemed to be walking unhappily, but it arrived in front of you in the blink of an eye.

The eight people who carried the sedan chair were all teenagers, with slender figures and light steps. They were all young, about fifteen or sixteen years old, all of them had pretty faces and were dressed in white robes.

The sedan chair stopped in the open space outside the banquet.

Sniffing deeply against the wind, the air is filled with the scent of manju flowers on the Chaoyun in the Northern Territory.

The atmosphere during the meeting was depressing and disturbing.

Who is this person?

This doubt emerged in everyone's minds, and they all felt that this person's appearance was too strange and weird.

Deep in the palace, how did he get in?

Why didn't the forbidden army stop him?

If it is an assassin, who has ever seen an assassin put on such a big show?

If it wasn't an assassin, what was his intention to appear here so blatantly and rudely?

Nan Si silently stared at the extremely luxurious soft sedan chair, and got up unconsciously, but was held tightly in Cang Hanyu's arms.

She turned to look at him, and said lightly, "Let go."

Cang Hanyu's expression was grim and cold, her thin lips were tightly pursed, her hands were a little tougher, and she was firmly held in her arms, unwilling to let go at all.

"I'm here to look for the runaway child, and it has nothing to do with anyone else." Light purple tulle curtains hang down on all sides, covering the mysterious face of the person in the sedan chair. The cruel and intertwined breath penetrated into everyone's eardrums layer by layer, making people dare not even speak out, "Dongliu, do you want me to invite you in person?"

(End of this chapter)