The silly concubine said: close the door and let the prince go

Chapter 172 Anger
Jun Zechen stepped out of the alley in black clothes, and a black shadow fell in front of him in an instant.

With a sullen face, Haifeng knelt down on one knee and said, "My lord."

Unfortunately, before he could speak, Jun Zechen reached out and stopped him.

Haifeng looked at Jun Zechen's frosty face suspiciously, and couldn't help feeling a little scared in his heart.

He hadn't seen their prince so angry for a long time.

what happened?

I saw their prince glanced at his side with somewhat angry eyes on his cold face, and then his prince's expression became even worse.

Jun Zechen looked sideways at the white-clothed man standing not far away, and his angry pupils suddenly became more disgusted.

"Look at your face," Qiao Jin, who was standing in the distance with a folding fan in his hand, had a slight smile on his face, and he smiled as he walked slowly, "It seems that you have recognized me."

Jun Zechen said nothing, but stared at Qiao Jin's indifferent smile with cold eyes.

Hearing the words, Gaifeng moved his eyes suspiciously and looked at the white clothes approaching in the distance, with a look of surprise on his face.

"Don't talk?" Qiao Jin tapped the palm of the other hand with a fan, walked up to Jun Zechen with a smile and said, "I saw you pretending to be crazy before, and I was wondering how long you can pretend?"

"I didn't expect it to be so soon." Qiao Jin's beautiful face evoked a charming smile like a lotus flower, "When you face her again, you can't restrain yourself at all, right? You hate her so much that you want to kill her." She, but you can't bear it, so you can only torture her severely."

As she spoke, Qiao Jin's eyes glanced indifferently at Jun Zechen's resentful pupils.

"Shut up." Jun Zechen roared coldly.

"Unfortunately, what's the use of torturing her? She doesn't have you in her heart at all. She didn't have you in the past, and she doesn't have you now. She doesn't have you in everything!" Qiao Jin frowned slightly, and said seriously.

"Swoosh!" The sound of a sword being unsheathed sounded on the quiet road, and a light and shadow flashed across the sky in the darkness.

In the blink of an eye, a sharp silver sword appeared on Qiao Jin's snow-white neck.

"My lord!" Gaifeng looked at the scabbard at his waist, then raised his eyes to look at their lord who was burning with anger, and couldn't help exclaiming.

Jun Zechen frowned, and stared at Qiao Jin's indifferent face with his eyes wide open. He held the sword hilt tightly in his hand for a long time, but he didn't want to speak.

"Kill me, she won't let you go." Qiao Jin said lightly, with no trace of fear showing on her indifferent face, "You should know better than me how much she protects her male favourite."

Jun Zechen remained silent, the hand holding the sword hilt was trembling with blue veins bursting out, and the sword body also began to tremble. As long as the movement was a little bigger, it would be instant to draw a bloody streak on that snow-white neck thing.

"Master Qiao" Don't talk about it, their prince is already very angry.

Haifeng knelt aside and watched their prince's gradually gray face, frightened so much that he hesitated to speak.

Immediately, the surroundings fell into a dead silence.

Haifeng watched the unyielding two people staring at each other, and he didn't dare to make a sound from the sidelines.

After a long time, the sound of a sword on the ground finally broke the surrounding silence.

Jun Zechen cast a deep glance at Qiao Jin, then walked away.

Gaifeng watched their prince leave angrily, with a little fear and worry on his face, he picked up the silver sword on the ground and followed quickly.

Qiao Jin watched Jun Zechen's back gradually blur in the pitch-black night, he sighed softly, his face lost some color in an instant.

He turned his head to look at the familiar figure in the alley beside him, and inadvertently caught a glimpse of the bright red marks on the creamy skin of his wrists and shoulders, and he couldn't help but look cold.

(End of this chapter)