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Chapter 433 Jing Bo forced the palace
Chapter 440 Jing Bo forced the palace
"Yang Anxue, what did you say?!"

A stern look appeared on Yang Anmin's face, and he looked straight at Yang Anxue who was standing at the door.

Yang Anxue's expression was still calm, she picked up the long sword that was stained with blood on the ground, and slowly walked towards Ye Yongwei who was sitting there with blank eyes.

The sharp blade of the long sword was stained with blood and glowed with a cold light.

"I said, Madame should be executed."

As he said that, the long sword in his hand was already striking so fiercely that there was no time for anyone to react.

The same is true for Yang Anmin.

Subconsciously hugged Ye Yongwei's body, resisting Yang Anxue's sharp blow.

"what!"

Cries of tearing pain pierced the roof.

I saw that the long sword was impartial and happened to pass through Yang Anmin's shoulder blade.

That position can be regarded as a big hole in the joints of the human body.

Pain can be imagined.

The blood along the long sword actually stained Yang Anxue's fingers.

An Xue looked at the long sword in her hand, and the warmth ticking in her hand.

His face became cold.

The long sword didn't seem to be in a hurry to pull out from Yang Anmin's shoulder blades, instead it slowly rotated 360 degrees for one round, with the sound of bones breaking and the scene of bloody flesh.Yang Anmin couldn't bear it long ago and fainted.

The long sword was pulled out at once, and the blood gushed out, as if it was about to put Ye Yongwei to death, and the fierce offensive stepped forward again. Yang Ancheng was awakened by his sister's cry, and he stepped forward and grabbed Yang Anxue's hand,

roar
"Yang Anxue, you are presumptuous!"

Hearing Yang Ancheng's words, the trajectory of Yang Anxue's long sword changed

Straight to Yang Ancheng's heart,

"The following offenses are the ones that were taught by your skittish mother."

Yang Ancheng was a dude to begin with, not to mention that he couldn't react to this blow in time, coupled with Yang Anxue's verbal provocation, he originally wanted to use his own efforts to teach this lifeless person a lesson.

The long sword has already pierced into the chest.

Yang Anxue seemed to have deliberately grasped the strength, the long sword did not pass straight through, it seemed that the stab was not deep.

The corners of the lips curled into a strange arc, and the eyes were smudged red with blood.
murmuring
"You guys, all be damned!"

The words fell and the long sword in his hand did not move forward.

Kumu Nanwen looked at the situation on the field, and hastily grabbed An Min's hand
"enough."

Yang Anxue seemed to come back to her senses in an instant, all the hatred in her eyes was suppressed, looking at Ye Yongwei with dull eyes, and Yang Anmin who was lying on her body with a big hole poked in her shoulder blade,
slowly
"Let's wait for my father to come back and decide on all of this."

After he finished speaking, he turned and left.

Kumu Nanwen also left following Yang Anxue's back.

Kumu Nandong stood there watching for a long time before sending a letter that his brother and sister An Xue had already left.

Turning around, there was nothing to see except the pitch-black night.

After thinking for a while, Deadwood Nandong also left quickly.

Like what happened to Ye Yongwei, it seemed so strange to drive, it was supposed to catch an assassin, but turned into a rape in an instant.

But anyone with a brain knows that this is a trap.

But even so, Ye Yongwei is destined to be criticized by everyone for all the raw and cooked rice, and is destined to be pointed at behind her back.

But any man can't afford his wife to find another man, not to mention that Yang Chengyi is the head of one of the four major families.

Then Yang Chengyi would also wear a green hat and be taken advantage of. Now that the throne is changing, sometimes a small move will have a decisive impact on the situation.

The uproar in Yang's residence has already started, and no one knows when it will end.

An Ran moved out a chaise longue, and enjoyed the coolness of the night breeze under the dense green leaves of a big tree.

The eyes were gently closed, the corner of the skirt was blown by the breeze, and the hair was also entangled in the breeze, as if they were enjoying this rare relaxing time.

Then, I heard knocking on the door in front of the yard.

Just listening, the voice of Deadwood Nandong sounded, with eagerness
"Sister An Ran, An Yi, open the door, open the door, open the door quickly."

An Ran was a little drowsy at first, but now it was almost close to the hour of the day.

He frowned slightly, his eyes were still closed, and he said slowly

"Guixiang, go and open the door."

After waiting for a long time, I heard the sound of a woman's trotting footsteps. The person who spoke was not Guixiang, but another maid, Wisteria
"Miss, Guixiang has something to do, she's going out."

After speaking, he hurried to the door and opened it.

Deadwood Nandong glanced, and saw An Ran enjoying the shade under the big tree, took two quick steps, turned around and faced the wisteria road.

"Go get me a chair."

Wisteria obediently agreed.

"Yes, Mr. Nandong."

Wisteria's hands and feet were nimble, and Kumu Nandong moved the stool and sat beside An Ran.

Knowing that he came so late, there must be something important, so he saluted and hurriedly retreated.

She has a sense of proportion, she is just a slave, there are some things that she should not know.

Just like now.

Deadwood Nandong leaned on one of the handles of the chaise longue, and said
"Sister An Ran, do you know how chaotic it is outside tonight?"

An Ran was a little drowsy, listening to the dead wood Nandong buzzing in front of her ears, she frowned, opened her eyes, and threw the plantain fan aside to him
"Fan"

Withered Wood Nandong was very cooperative, took the fan, and fanned it loudly.

You must know that this young master was also an ancestor when he was in Kumu's house.

An Ran squinted her eyes, and gave an order:
"What do you want to say?"

Kumu Nandong couldn't restrain himself when he heard An Ran's words, and said
"Tonight, my brother received an invitation from Sister An Min. She said that she had something to say to my brother and invited us to have a small gathering in the Yang Mansion. From my brother's point of view, it seems that His Royal Highness is going to make a big move tonight, but my brother doesn't want to participate, so he I accepted the invitation..."

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by An Ran.

"His Royal Highness has a big move?"

Kumu Nandong nodded, his bronzed face was full of thoughts of continuing to speak

So I thought about a few or two perfunctory sentences, but An Ran refused to let me go, I insisted on listening clearly.

There is no other way, so I start from the beginning
"I heard from my brother that there are rumors outside that the First Prince is not His Majesty's own flesh and blood, and that His Majesty has passed away, or something. The First Prince is afraid that the rumors outside will become more and more unfavorable to him, so he wants to meet him tonight. See Your Majesty, explain things clearly."

An Ran's eyes widened.

Meet the Holy Majesty at night? !
A word flashed in An Ran's mind
Forcing the palace!

Deadwood Nandong was about to continue, but was interrupted by An Ran, the words were more like talking to himself
"The eldest prince only has this bit of patience, but he will take action as soon as he is provoked. There should be someone who supports him behind him."

(End of this chapter)