Prosperous Concubine

Chapter 382 The Death of Han Yanran (2)
Han Yanran was shocked. Only she and Mu Yutang knew the truth about Mu Zhen's death. How did Mu Yuncheng know?Or rather, he was testing himself: "Master Mu, witnesses and material evidence all accuse Chen Xianhe of killing the master, please don't talk nonsense..."

"The general didn't touch Mu Zhen's hair. You killed him and planted the blame on the general." With a majestic roar, Chen Xianhe strode into the mourning hall, dressed in military uniform, mighty and extraordinary, with cold eyes Sharp, don't be angry and prestige.

Han Yanran's eyes widened in shock, and she stammered, "You...why are you here?" Wasn't he imprisoned in the Prison of the Ministry of Criminal Justice, waiting for interrogation and beheading by the Third Court?How did it come out?
Chen Xianhe looked at her in panic, his eyes were full of sarcasm, and said proudly: "The people in the Ministry of Criminal Justice are not idiots, they have already found out that you are the real culprit based on various signs at the scene, and they planned to arrest you and bring you to justice, but I think You can't expose your family ugliness, so I begged for mercy and let you be buried with death!"

The princess of Xuanwu Kingdom and Mu Guogong are deeply in love, miss her dead husband, and are buried in the tomb with her. What a touching scene, it is a million times better than Mu Guogong's flat wife murdering her husband, and the sentencing platform.

Han Yanran's face was pale and bloodless. After she murdered, the time was very tight, and there was no time to make more rigorous arrangements. It is not surprising that the Ministry of Criminal Justice found out the truth...

"Come here, serve Madam!" Mu Yuncheng commanded sharply, his eyes filled with a thick haze, murdering her husband, and blaming others, she is really ruthless, she deserves to be cut to death, she hates her father, He just wanted to tie her and her father together, and let her die with indescribable pain.

Han Yanran saw two rough-and-tumble nuns walking into the mourning hall, holding a set of death clothes for women in their hands, and walking towards her swaggeringly, deep panic welled up in her heart, Mu Yuncheng, Chen Xianhe Immediately wanted her to be buried with her, she was the princess of Xuanwu Kingdom, how could she die so uselessly.

"I killed Mu Zhen, but it was Mu Yutang who gave false testimony to frame General Chen. She is in the back garden now. Why doesn't General Chen seek revenge from her?"

The fact that she killed her husband has been exposed, and the nephew and uncle in front of her hate her to death. She must leave the Duke Mu's mansion as soon as possible. fear.

"Don't worry, after I've dealt with you, I'll teach Mu Yutang a lesson. I won't let either of you go." Chen Xianhe's voice was deliberately aggravated, with the taste of gnashing of teeth, and he laughed in his heart. As a plan, she was ashamed to use it in front of him, and she was overwhelmed.

Chen Xianhe didn't fall for the trick, the trick she had thought up was useless, and she couldn't escape smoothly, what should I do?
Han Yanran frowned tightly, but saw the two rough envoys walking up to her, and said expressionlessly, "Ma'am, please change your clothes."

The shroud was light gray with dark gray patterns embroidered on it. Just looking at it, she could feel the disgusting breath of death.

Chen Xianhe saw that she was staring at the shroud in a daze, so he quietly winked at the rough emissary mama, who understood, grabbed Han Yanran's arm from left to right, pulled her up, and tore her away several times. The thin outer shirt wrapped tightly around her body, grabbed the shroud and put it on her body.

When the shroud touched her skin lightly, Han Yanran felt a gust of cold air seep in, instantly reaching her limbs, and her eyes blazed with anger. The shroud is the unlucky clothes worn by the dead. She is a living person and must not touch it. The bad luck of the dead.

"What are you doing, get out of here, get out of here quickly." She yelled angrily, kicking and hitting Mammy with hands and feet.

The nuns were used to rough work, and they were much stronger than ordinary women. Han Yanran's kicking and beating failed to move them violently, and they took the opportunity to grab their arms and put on their shrouds.

The gray shroud was dark and heavy, as if the breath of death was lingering all over her body. Han Yanran's body trembled, and deep fear surged in her heart. Seeing that the nanny fastened the buttons of the shroud deftly, she was about to become a half-dead person. There was darkness in her eyes, she was about to be tortured to death, she couldn't bear it anymore: "Dark guard, kill them!"

Sharp orders lingered in the ears, and a cold wind suddenly blew in the peaceful mourning hall. Four dark guards in black clothes and black scarves appeared out of nowhere, and stabbed Chen Xianhe fiercely with their long swords in their hands. Muyun City.

Two more hidden guards appeared beside Han Yanran, swung their long swords and slashed the necks of the two rough envoys, the scarlet blood splashed in the air, and the nurses fell to the ground and died.

Han Yanran took off the restraint, took off the shroud in disgust, picked up the tattered outer shirt on the ground and put it on, glared fiercely at Chen Xianhe who was fighting fiercely, took a look at Mu Yuncheng, and walked out hurriedly. They are the masters of the house, and she has no chance of winning here if she competes with them here. She will escape here first and then make plans.

No, she had just walked out of the mourning hall, when countless guards rushed out of the empty courtyard and surrounded them. The leader looked at Han Yanran and shouted angrily, "They are the real culprits who killed the master, catch them, There are many rewards."

"Yes!" The guards responded loudly, and rushed over like a tide. In an instant, a cold light flickered in the courtyard, dazzling everyone's eyes.

Han Yanran's face was gloomy, and she tightly clenched her small hands under the sleeves. Chen Xianhe and Mu Yuncheng had already guessed that she would run away, and set up heavy defenses outside, just waiting for her to be caught. It's not that easy for her either!
With a flick of his bare hand, he snapped his fingers towards the sky. The four hidden guards in the mourning hall threw off their opponents and jumped out. The six of them formed a circle back to back, fighting with the guards while protecting Han Yanran and striding out. .

Standing at the gate of the mourning hall, Chen Xianhe watched the six guards holding long swords and slashing at them, but the majestic guards in the past didn't even touch the hem of their clothes before they were chopped off by the swords and fell into the air. Lines of blood were splashed lightly, and the guards were either seriously injured or fell to the ground to die. The faint smell of blood lingered in the air...

He raised his sword eyebrows, and a meaningful smile flashed in his eyes. The hidden guards trained by the royal family of Xuanwu Kingdom are really powerful, but this is Qinglong Kingdom, and a few small hidden guards also want to shake the sky in front of him, and they are overwhelmed. !

Han Yanran stood in the middle of the hidden guards, seeing fewer and fewer guards blocking the way, she was getting closer and closer to the gate of the courtyard, a faint smile appeared in her beautiful eyes, as long as she walked out of the small courtyard and walked 50 meters, she would be on the way to the top. The wall, over the wall, she will be free, Muyun City, Chen Xianhe can never catch her again.

'Whoosh' A sharp arrow pierced the sky and shot straight at a hidden guard. The sharp arrow pierced his body. He didn't even utter a cry of pain before he fell heavily to the ground with a plop. There was a bright red blood stain below!
The chaotic courtyard fell silent in an instant. Everyone held long swords and stared at the enemy vigilantly, but they didn't fight again. No one spoke, and no one dared to move. The eerie silence made people feel creepy.

(End of this chapter)