Female tyrant provoked death

Chapter 281 Can a knife head fall off

Several guards laid out the four chairs that had been moved in front of the only table in the observatory.

"Your Majesty, please sit down." Ye Gulan said in a voice as cold as an iceberg.

Lifting up a corner of his robe, Fan Qingtian took his seat immediately, and Li Mie immediately sat down on the chair next to Fan Qingtian, with a faint light in his eyes.

Glancing at Li Mie, Duan Qing had no choice but to sit beside Li Mie, thinking secretly, "Li Mie, wait, the king is mine, you don't want to swallow it."

Bu Hai stood behind Fan Qingtian, not intending to sit down.

Ye Gulan didn't say anything, and slightly raised her head to look at the sky.

Everyone didn't speak at the moment, waiting for the time when Ye Gulan started divination.

Everyone present had different thoughts, and there was an extremely unusual tension in the air. Apart from the whistling wind, only the faint sound of breathing could be heard on the observatory.

Looking indifferently at Ye Gulan standing in front of him, Fan Qingtian lightly tapped his fingers on his thigh, wondering what Ye Gulan was planning.

After about half a stick of incense, Ye Gulan's eyes fell on Fan Qingtian's body, and he finally said, "Your Majesty, the good time has come. As the King of the Mu Kingdom, Your Majesty is also invited to start the divination ceremony of offering sacrifices to heaven." .”

Following Ye Gulan's words, the waiting maid walked up to Fan Qingtian with a red sandalwood tray.

Kneeling down, the maid held the tray high above her head, and saw a delicate dagger, a bowl of sake and a white silk handkerchief placed on the tray.

The edge of the dagger on the tray exuded a cold light, which made the surrounding atmosphere suddenly a little cramped.

Just when Bu Hai wanted to ask Ye Gulan what he was going to do, Ye Gulan explained unhurriedly at this time, "The dragon blood of the king can summon the gods from the sky, so that the humble minister Having spied the most accurate secret of heaven, Your Majesty, for the sake of the common people, please donate a drop of blood to the wine."

After hearing Ye Gulan's words, Bu Hai didn't ask any questions, but frowned tightly.

Because Fan Qingtian had never participated in divination and sacrificial activities, Buhai didn't know what rituals the priests had to abide by, but he heard that there were such rituals, so Buhai couldn't say much.

It's just that although the king was asked to donate a drop of blood, Bu Hai still felt very sorry for Fan Qingtian.

Duanqing has always wanted to stop her, but thinking that she might have provoked Fan Qingtian just now, Duanqing didn't dare to mess around, if she really annoyed the king, the king will drive him away when the time comes. It's really not good for Satin Qing, Satin Qing can only wait and see what happens.

Supporting his side face with one hand, Li Mie half-closed his eyes, watching Fan Qingtian's actions lazily.

His eyes fell on the dagger on the tray, and Fan Qingtian's eyes danced with light, and then he reached out and picked up the dagger.

Playing with the dagger in his hand, Fan Qingtian's eyes suddenly darkened slightly, and he sneered in his heart.

Raising his head, Fan Qingtian's eyes fell on Ye Gulan's body quietly, and his voice floated in the air, "Ye Gulan, tell me, is this dagger very sharp? On your neck, you say, will your neck fall off?"

Fan Qingtian's words suddenly made the atmosphere tense.

The murderous intent was hidden in the wind, waiting for an opportunity.

There was no nervousness or fear on Fan Qingtian's words on the cold face, Ye Gulan stared at Fan Qingtian tightly, and suddenly laughed.

A smile is like a snow lotus blooming on an iceberg, which makes people fall into it and cannot extricate themselves.

Except for Murong Xian, no one has ever seen Ye Gulan's smile, and now Ye Gulan's smile can't help but surprise people.

The fist under the sleeve was tightly clenched, Duan Qing wanted to step forward and tear Ye Gulan's mouth, laugh, laugh, let him laugh, is he trying to seduce the king with this smile?

Damn, you think you can confuse the king because of your good looks, wait, Ye Gulan, wait, sooner or later you will die!Duanqing roared angrily in her heart, and her handsome face became slightly ferocious.

Seeing Ye Gulan laughing suddenly, Fan Qingtian raised his eyebrows slightly, and had to admit that Ye Gulan was very good-looking, and also had to admit that Ye Gulan's smile made the world pale and monopolized the brilliance.

Fan Qingtian's heart was beating, as if his heart was recovering, but soon this abnormality was suppressed by Fan Qingtian, because this was not her Fan Qingtian's feelings, it was the dead Fan Qingtian's feelings, really no Thinking of the past, Fan Qingtian's affection for Ye Gulan was so deep that it would be difficult to get rid of it even if he died.

For Ye Gulan, the current Fan Qingtian doesn't have any good impressions. No matter how good-looking she is, it's just a deceptive good skin. In Fan Qingtian's eyes, there are only those that are beneficial to her and those that are not. .

Looking at Fan Qingtian with a smile, Ye Gulan's voice was not as beautiful as the smiling face, she was still cold to the bone, "Your Majesty wants this subject to die, and I have to die. Your Majesty will just give him a knife to understand." I will." Before I die, I will drag you into hell too!
Ye Gulan didn't say the following words, but there was a murderous intent in his eyes.

Ye Gulan believed that his smile was enough to make Fan Qingtian obediently obey him. Didn't Fan Qingtian always want to see him smile, always wanted to have him?Now, he smiled and showed Fan Qingtian, and it was also the last time he gave Fan Qingtian a gift from hell!

"Oh, that's what you said." Fan Qingtian had a slight smile on his lips, as if what he just said was really just a joke.

At this moment, Fan Qingtian stopped talking, picked up the dagger in his hand and directly cut through his fingertips, the sharp dagger cut through Fan Qingtian's fingertips without leaving any bright red.

Fan Qingtian's scratched finger overflowed bright red, and then dropped the blood into the wine bowl.

The blood fell on the wine bowl, causing a circle of ripples, and then the blood sank to the bottom of the wine bowl, bright red.

Throwing the dagger in his hand back into the tray casually, Fan Qingtian picked up the silk on the tray and wiped the blood overflowing from the wound on his finger.

Seeing that Fan Qingtian did what he said, the corner of Ye Gulan's mouth curled into an imperceptible arc, and said coldly in his heart, Fan Qingtian, you are ready for the next death test!
At this moment, Satin saw that Fan Qingtian really cut his finger, and quickly took out the hemostatic ointment from his bosom, and stepped forward to Fan Qingtian.

Without waiting for Fan Qingtian's reaction, Satin Qing immediately pulled Fan Qingtian's scratched finger, and said anxiously with concern, "Your Majesty, does it hurt?"

While speaking, Satin Qing had already opened the box of the hemostatic ointment, immediately took a smear of the ointment on his fingertips, and applied the ointment to the wound on Fan Qingtian's fingers.

(End of this chapter)