Concubine Ning, one of the emperor's love

Chapter 4 A pair of charming eyes seduce the world
In the 55th year of the Great Yan Apocalypse, at the beginning of winter, the swallows were wrapped in vegetarian food, and in the midnight without stars, suddenly the fire was burning, and the winter wind was filled with billowing thick smoke for a whole night.

The next day, in the alleys of the market, groups of three and four talked about the fire that followed the east wind last night.

"Have you heard? Last night, I heard that the Duke's Mansion was on fire." The big man at the steamed stuffed bun shop talked about it happily.

The man in the wonton shop next door leaned over: "Why didn't I hear about it, but it burned all night, and my guy still dragged me up to watch the excitement."

"That's not true." The big man looked around and said in a low voice, "Last night, the wind was blowing eastward, and the mansion of Duke Wen was burned down in less than three hours. The old man was burnt beyond recognition. There are thousands of masters, slaves and slaves in the mansion, and only two are left alive."

Big Brother Wonton shook his head: "It can't be counted as two." Covering his mouth, "The seventh Miss of the Wen family is alive, and the sick child of the Eighth Young Master said that the fire burned his face and the smoke entered his lungs, so at most there is only half of it left." Life."

"I don't know what crimes Wen's family committed in their previous life. Not to mention a fire that ruined a century-old family. I'm afraid they will have no children and grandchildren. I'm afraid life will be difficult for the concubine Hua in this palace. Without relatives to rely on, most of them either fell out of favor or died short-lived."

"It doesn't mean that Dayan's first family has come to an end just like that."

"..."

The day just covered with snow yesterday turned out to be sunny at this moment, the winter sun was just in time, and the high wall illuminated the grand palace, on the windows, the unmelted snow fell on the Yingge, chirping tirelessly.

Suddenly, with a flash of silver light, Yingge screamed and plopped a few times, then there was no sound, and the snow in front of the window was dyed red.

Green smoke curls up, the hall is dead silent, the wind occasionally blows the veil, ups and downs, swaying figures, on the heavy wooden screen, there is a reflection of the man in black, masked, silent under his feet, rummaging through the entire bedroom, but there is no sound .

Well, a master!Through the veil, the woman rested her chin, rolled her eyes, and opened the curtain with her hand.

"What are you looking for?"

Nice female voice, clear, a little childish, a little lazy.

The masked man was startled, his eyes narrowed, and he met a pair of slanted smiling eyes: "Is it the relic of the old man of the Wen family?"

After being stunned for a moment, the man pulled out the dagger from his waist, pointed at the woman in the bed: "Hand over the things quickly."

The girl looked harmless: "There are no relics, but there are two last words. He said," blinking, smiling brightly, "I'm a ghost, I will come to you."

The masked man in black was stunned, he had probably never encountered such a piece of fish on a knife.

"Tsk tsk tsk, the words are not speculative," the girl shook her head, and said in a lazy tone, "Let's fight."

As the words fell, the wind blew up the tassels, and the girl threw herself, hooked the masked man's neck with one hand, hooked her legs with one hand, and the world spun, and the masked man was suppressed underground.

This girl has such a strange move, she has no rules, and it is impossible to guard against it. The mask made people scream, and the blade turned, and then... her wrist numb, and the dagger fell to the ground.

crunch--

One arm was taken off, the masked man bared his teeth, and the other intact hand was clawed, and he attacked behind.

In the blink of an eye, the girl strangled the masked man's neck and slammed upwards: "Dishonest people always have to suffer."

Immediately, one foot stepped on the other hand of the masked man.

crunch--

Another arm, scrapped.

The masked man almost fainted from pain, curled up on the ground, his face distorted several times.

Only then did the girl let go, rubbed her shoulders, flicked her sleeves, and kicked the limp man on the ground: "Do you know what this is called Kung Fu?" Crooked eyebrows raised, "It's called wolf defense."

As soon as he finished speaking, he raised his leg, and kicked hard at the man's crotch.

"Ok!"

With a muffled groan, the man hugged his crotch and was about to pass out, but then, a pair of cool little hands pinched his chin: "Don't faint."

A man who exerted so much force that his jaw was almost taken off, and the man who was about to faint was awakened again by the pain.

"Hey, look at me."

The voice seemed to be coaxing, the masked man raised his eyes subconsciously, and met a pair of slanted phoenix eyes, the pupils were slightly fixed, a dark red was smudged, like the ancient blood jade, addictive, so deep soul-stirring.

These eyes will bewitch...

"Who sent you here?"

This voice, which is persuasive, seems to come from a distance, drifting away, and echoing again.

The people on the ground seemed to be in a daze, their eyes were distracted, and they mechanically replied: "King Jiuzhang."

The phoenix eyes became darker and darker red: "Purpose." His voice was already cold.

"Retrieve things, cut grass and roots."

"what?"

The man stared blankly at the girl, shaking his head dully.

She thought for a moment, the color faded from her eyes, and she blinked lightly: "Hey, rest in peace."

thump—

The man fell to the ground without a sound.

(End of this chapter)