Concubine Allure: Pick up a prince and grab the country

Chapter 408 Chapter 451 Want to withdraw?late

Yan Qingcheng said lightly:
"Soon, father and Yan's family won't be implicated." After she finished speaking, she turned around and was about to leave, Yan Aoxiong subconsciously added: "Father didn't mean that."

is not what it means?She didn't say what she meant, she could only explain that that was what Dad thought in his heart.

Yan Qingcheng didn't want to continue asking, after all, there was the entire Yan family behind her father, but behind her - there was nothing.

"My daughter will leave first."

……

Princess Pavilion.

Dark clouds cover the moon, and the night is as dark as ink.

Beside the west window, under the light, two figures, a man and a woman, are sitting opposite each other and playing chess. There is a maid serving tea and making tea by the side, and another figure is slender, but can't distinguish between men and women, standing next to the woman sitting and standing. .

From time to time, the woman's annoyed sound of regretting the game, the man's gentle comforting sound, and the maid's creaking laughter came from the room from time to time.

On the ridge opposite, a few men in black with their faces covered were exposed, staring quietly at the figures on the west window opposite, blending into the thick night, like a cheetah coming out of a driver.

At this time, the door opened, Yun Xi smiled, and pulled Yu Se who seemed to be reluctant to come out, and whispered:
"Young Master Yu, let's not stay here and disturb the prince and princess. The sweetness is sweet, and the servant will wait for you to rest."

Yu Se didn't say a word, but obediently followed Yun Xi away.

Even though the people on the roof knew countless people, they were still shocked by the moment when Yu Se went out to reveal his true face. The maid called him Young Master Yu, presumably he was the martial arts master mentioned by the master. A frail, delicate and beautiful person.

After a while, the two people by the west window got up and walked towards the bed holding hands. After a while, the lights went out, and the whole room was plunged into darkness.

The leader on the ridge raised his hand to give an order, and a dozen black figures rushed to the gate of the yard like lightning. Several people approached the door without touching their heels, and exchanged glances with each other.

The person in the lead pushed open the door gently, but the door was not bolted.

The leader didn't expect to enter the house so easily, hesitation flashed in his eyes, but remembering the death order issued by his master, he had no choice but to take the risk and continue to push the door in.

More than a dozen people rushed into the room after them, without making a sound, and there was a faint fragrance in the air. The leader frowned slightly, and then led the people straight to the bed, intending to make a quick decision.

The quilt was raised, obviously they were asleep, and the three swords slashed at the "person" on the bed with fierce murderous intent.

The moment the sword was slashed, the face of the leader changed suddenly, and he hurriedly lifted the quilt to see that it was a "person" pretending to be a few pillows

His heart sank rapidly, and his secret path was not good, so he turned around and hurriedly ordered to everyone, "It's a trap! Get out!"

On the beam, Qingmu Diaoerlang leaned there, clearly holding eight exquisite flying knives between his two fingers, playing with them leisurely, looking at the people below, as compassionately as looking at the meat waiting to be slaughtered on the chopping board smiled pitifully.

"Want to withdraw? It's too late!"

After the words fell, the figure flashed, and nothing could be seen in the darkness, but a dozen white lights danced indistinctly, followed by screams.

"what!……"

Seeing the ambush, the leader glanced at the west window, and threw his head towards the window. Just as his head was halfway out, a white light flashed in his eyes, and then his head and body were completely separated, and his head rolled outside. In the courtyard of the house, death will never rest in peace.

(End of this chapter)