I am Feng Jun

Chapter 777 777. So what?it does not matter

"Lingxiu, the second princess, she lost, right?"

The night was falling, and the hoarse and deep voice seemed a little eerie under the moonlight covered by clouds and mist. Lingxiu listened to the almost nothingness words, and his expression was a little unbearable.

"Holy Son, you."

"It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter, it doesn't matter if she loses, ha ha ha, the new emperor, ascended the throne on the wedding day? Haha, the emperor and empress have the same honor, it doesn't matter, so what if you get married? So what if you ascend the throne? Glory, how miserable the days to come will be!"

Laughing almost maniacally, Bi Jiuhong clenched the soul-burial bell with his left hand, and couldn't help crushing it now, but he held it back despite his strength.

The slightly bowed back slowly straightened up, and the loose hair behind her was lifted a little by the cold wind, and some strange blue lines were faintly visible on the back of the originally white and slender neck.
How could the seeds he had buried for so long be completely destroyed so easily in a moment of anger?

No way.

He also wants her to see with her own eyes that the person she loves is doomed, accept the gift he prepared for her, and then——
Let you go to the throne, let you go to the big wedding.

As long as you still love him, you will pay the price.

If you don't love him--
Hahaha, that's really, really great!
No matter what, I will win!
Under the dark night, Lingxiu was waiting quietly in the courtyard of the East Palace, but the almost crazy and treacherous laughter of the Holy Son could still be heard in his ears, his thoughts were wandering, and suddenly his whole body felt cold, and he slowly walked into the Two figures.

The woman on the left is wearing a gown with nine chapter patterns, still wearing a luxurious nine-point crown. Under the night, the wrinkles on her body caused by the tossing just now are not very clear, and all of them have been buried in it. Amidst the seriousness and arrogance on her face, the majesty of the new emperor is even more majestic than before.

She held the young man's right hand in her hand, pampered him intimately, as if treating the young man with stern eyebrows and sinister lips as a delicate flower, she tenderly cared for her.

But Lingxiu knew that these two people had the same nature and the same ruthlessness.

These two powerful people are each other's weakness. Once they are caught, they can make that strong line of defense fall apart. It may be difficult, but his holy son has caught it.

Lingxiu bowed and saluted, his voice was flat and without ups and downs, "I have met the new emperor, Mr. Yu."

"What's the matter, tell me!"

There was a touch of coldness in the empress's voice, the heavy three words were cold orders, she seemed unwilling to listen to his nonsense.

Lingxiu's expression remained unchanged, and he raised his eyes slightly, looking in Mu Yuanxi's direction, and said with his lips open, "Your Highness, Liuyan Palace, the Holy Son is here to invite you."

Liuyan Palace is a small palace not far from Fengwu Palace, and it is also the place where Bi Jiuhong often stayed when he entered the palace in those years. After he became the Holy Son, he rarely stayed in Liuyan Palace.

Hearing this, Mu Yuanxi frowned all of a sudden, and became even more annoyed. The young man beside him even sneered, raised his eyebrows at him casually, and continued.

"What about dreaming in the middle of the night? What is he asking for? Can he afford it! What kind of identity is it? He just invites people over, and go back wherever he came from!"

Facing Shen Ci's very unkind words, Lingxiu still maintained a calm expression, just looked at Mu Yuanxi, waiting for her answer.

"Didn't you hear what he said, Gu has no time to play with you, no matter what Bi Jiuhong wants to do, Gu is not interested, go back and return!"

He was just an attendant, and Mu Yuanxi had no intention of embarrassing him, but her meaning was already very obvious, if she still didn't listen, then don't blame her.

"You heard that too, please."

Lu Ai, who was beside the two of them, stood up in time when he saw the situation, and saw off the guests with a grim expression.

Threatening His Highness to come out with that method, but not talking about anything, just an invitation, is this playing the East Palace?How courageous!

"Mr. Yu has been feeling unwell recently!"

Seeing that the two were about to leave, Lingxiu's face changed a bit, and he raised his voice and said, Mu Yuanxi suddenly stopped and looked back at him.

The cold gaze locked him in place, the sense of danger continued to rise from his feet, and Lingxiu's breath stagnated unconsciously.

The tip of Shen Ci's tongue pressed against his cheeks, his phoenix eyes narrowed slightly, he turned halfway around, and then from a very close position beside him came a cold voice like broken ice that he seldom heard.

"What's the meaning!"

"Don't listen to his nonsense, why don't you come here. Well, it's not like it hasn't happened before."

Shen Ci said indifferently, but there was a gloomy look in You Shen's eyes.

Speaking of it, it seems a little strange, since the day before yesterday, I have had a reaction, and it hurts for a while from time to time, but I haven't seen any blood.

But now, how could he let his wife be threatened by that little goblin Bi Jiuhong!

If there is any problem with his body, won't he check it himself!The SkyEye scanner is still there!I just didn't notice it before, but now that I know it, I won't let it go.

"On the second day of July, the emperor's birthday, His Highness should still remember the injury of Mr. Yu!"

Seeing that Shen Ci wanted to continue to take Mu Yuanxi back, Lingxiu sped up his speech and gave enough bargaining chips for Mu Yuanxi to go to Liuyan Palace.

"Under Youluo, there is also a Gu seed, which has been quietly nourishing in Jun Yu's body for more than three months. The Holy Son is waiting for this day. If His Highness does not want to regret it for the rest of his life, it is better to take a trip. "

As soon as the words fell, a storm of murderous intent blew up in the courtyard, and all of its effects were on Lingxiu who was in front of the two of them.

Blood overflowed from his meager lips, and Lingxiu, who couldn't bear much, suddenly fell to his knees, covering his chest with one hand and propping himself up on the ground with the other, with a slightly painful expression on his face.

"Your Highness."

The broken and inaudible call escaped from Lingxiu's mouth with difficulty. When he raised his eyes, those eyes that had always been dull were now filled with the desire to survive, and fear.

If he died in the East Palace and failed to bring His Highness there, what would happen to the Son's plan?
He couldn't die, absolutely not.

In the next second, the coercion that was about to crush him disappeared suddenly, and just as Lingxiu was panting, a hand with a cold wind pinched his neck.

Slight upward force with five fingers, forcing his drooping head to lift up, facing the dark and deep ink pupils behind the nine-point crown, falling into the sticky darkness and abyss.

"Say, what a Gu!"

The restraint on his neck was loosened a little, but it only gave him room to speak. Lingxiu coughed a few times, bent his lips with difficulty, and said, "Liuyan Palace, the Son of Heaven welcomes you."

"You want to die?!"

Mu Yuanxi hadn't been this angry for a long time. At this moment, Lingxiu was bearing her anger and killing intent so close, the bottom line in his heart almost collapsed, but he was still holding on.

He must, bring people over.

(End of this chapter)