Mad Concubine Proud of the World: Your Highness is the most beloved

Chapter 264 Someone Poisoned!

Taking a deep breath, the bell on the back of her hand swayed slightly, making a crisp sound. The next moment, the spirit-binding rope rushed out of her sleeve, like a snake, spinning around Du Qiumian's body.

Du Qiumian was trying to figure out how to get rid of the sword array, and she couldn't guard against Xia Ningxi's backhand at all. She didn't realize that she had been fooled until the spirit binding rope was bound to her body. She raised her head in surprise and glared at Xia Ningxi angrily: " You actually cheated!"

Xia Ningxi clapped her hands leisurely, raised her hands to the ground, and said with a light smile, "This is called reciprocity. You cheated on me once before, and now I'll give it back to you. We're even."

Du Qiumian struggled angrily, but the more she struggled, the tighter the tying of the spirit rope became, and the spirit power on her body was gradually unable to be exerted. With a "bang", she fell from mid-air to the ground, causing great pain all over her body.

Xia Ningxi twirled her palm, put away the Qingli sword and strode up to her, looked down at her, and said, "I didn't want to arrest you, but whoever called you Murong Yan, my husband is still in Murong Yan Within control. If I don’t catch you, how can I save my husband?”

Du Qiumian's eyes were full of anger, he gritted his teeth and said, "I admit it to you! Kill me if you want, don't even think about threatening the Fifth Prince with me."

"The skills are not as good as people, but the temper is quite strong."

Xia Ningxi leaned over and patted her fair and beautiful face, and smiled disdainfully: "Remember, don't talk big in the future. You know it well, even if I don't have to tie the spirit rope today, you are my opponent."

Du Qiumian pursed his lips suddenly, looked at her with a slightly pale face, and didn't say a word.

The sound of chaotic footsteps was approaching, and only the sound of "Boom" was heard. The gate of Tianji Pavilion was smashed open from the outside, and a general rushed in aggressively with dozens of soldiers. When he saw Zhao Han, he suddenly shouted: "Bold Zhao Han, trespassing on the inner palace without authorization, what crime should he deserve!"

Zhao Han frowned, took two steps back quietly, looked at the general with fixed eyebrows and said, "General Zhu said that I trespassed in the inner palace, general Zhu, as a foreign minister, how did you enter the inner palace?"

General Zhu dodged his eyes for a moment, then regained his composure, and said with gloomy eyes: "This general was ordered to guard the palace, which is naturally different from yours!"

Zhao Han pulled his lips into a smile, and mocked: "General Zhu's reason is sounding high-sounding. The inner palace is guarded by the imperial guards. When will it be General Zhu's turn to send troops to guard?"

General Zhu's face turned livid in an instant, he snorted coldly, waved his hands and shouted: "Come here! Mr. Zhao trespassed in the inner palace, and immediately put him in the sky prison! Wait for disposal!"

A chill flashed across Xia Ningxi's eyes, her skirt twirled, and she quickly grabbed the sword and dragged Du Qiumian up on the ground, the blade pressed tightly against her throat, and walked behind Zhao Han in a few steps, looking at General Zhu with raised eyebrows coldly : "Listen, let us get out of here. Otherwise, I'll kill this woman immediately!"

General Zhu's face suddenly turned pale, he stared at Du Qiumian with fixed eyebrows, took a breath, and asked Xia Ningxi in a cold voice: "Bold! Who are you?"

"You don't need to know who I am, as long as you know, you must let me go. Otherwise, this woman is dead, and I will see how you explain to Murong Yan."

Xia Ningxi snorted coldly, and whispered to Zhao Han: "Follow me closely, whether he fights back or not, I will have a way to escape smoothly."

Zhao Han nodded solemnly, and followed closely beside her. The two held Du Qiumian hostage, and slowly moved out of the door.

Du Qiumian trembled from the pain caused by Binding Suole, and his spirit became weaker, so Xia Ningxi hurried out of Tianji Pavilion with his neck.

The soldiers approached with their weapons at the same pace, but in order to ensure Du Qiumian's safety, they always kept a safe distance.

The entire imperial palace was full of Murong Yan's people. Xia Ningxi and Zhao Han had nowhere to go, so they had to go back along the original road. When they were about to reach the Leng Palace, Xia Ningxi suddenly waved his sleeves, and the sky was covered by a thick fog. The sight of those soldiers could not see anything in an instant.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Xia Ningxi chuckled, grabbed Du Qiumian with one hand, and held Zhao Han tightly with the other, leaped onto the palace wall, and rushed towards Chaolu Palace as fast as a meteor.

What she didn't notice was that the boy who had been holding her hand blushed slightly, and looked at her hand absent-mindedly, distracted.

Effortlessly avoiding all the guards along the way, and finally arrived at Chaolu Hall, Xia Ningxi pushed Zhao Han and Du Qiumian down with her backhand, sat on the top of the wall and let out a sigh of relief, crossing one leg and watching the continuous singing and dancing in the hall.

"Ouch~" Zhao Han was unprepared for a moment, and fell into a beautiful dog eating mud. Holding his waist and enduring the pain, he reluctantly sat up, and looked at Xia Ningxi who was sitting on the wall, looking at the hall with a solemn expression.

Du Qiumian was so painful that he was about to pass out, and now he was so weak that he couldn't even groan, so he didn't make any movement.

Zhao Han was wondering what Xia Ningxi was looking at, when a voice as clear as pearls and jade came from beside him, with a bit of magnetism: "After this journey, have you figured out everything?"

"It's not a big problem. If we want to escape smoothly, it's not difficult."

After Xia Ningxi answered casually, she asked again: "How is the situation here?"

"The light of the sword and the shadow of the sword, if there is no blood, something will happen soon." You Huang frowned.

Zhao Han stared blankly at Xia Ningxi, then at Youhuang, and asked uncertainly, "Do you know each other?"

No one answered him.

He did not give up and asked again: "Who are you guys? Why did you come to Canglan Palace? What is your purpose?"

"Guess." Xia Ningxi glanced at him, threw two words at him casually, and ignored him.

Zhao Han felt that the nail he encountered today was really hard enough, and he was too lazy to ask any more questions. The corner of his mouth twitched, and he turned his head to look into the hall like her.

Emperor Canglan had been drinking Xuemeiren for nearly a quarter of an hour, his face, which was originally flushed from drinking wine, gradually turned pale, and his head was a little dizzy.

He leaned his forehead against the table, and felt weak, just wanted to sleep, and his chest was aching like a twitch.

Seeing that his expression was not right, the chief manager leaned over and lowered his voice, and asked quietly, "Your Majesty is not feeling well?"

Emperor Canglan waved his hand weakly, suddenly, a bitter and salty breath rushed into his throat, he suddenly coughed violently, and a big mouthful of blood gushed out from his mouth and sprayed thinly on the gilded table.

Except for Yu Xuanzhen, everyone in the hall stood up in fright, and shouted in horror: "Your Majesty, Your Majesty..."

Especially Murong Cheng and Murong Yan rushed forward the fastest, supporting Emperor Canglan from left to right.

Emperor Canglan barely held his breath, and on the dragon robe dripping with blood, panted and asked: "You...you..."

Before he could finish his sentence, he firmly held onto Murong Cheng's hand, his eyes were bloodshot: "Cheng'er, someone... someone poisoned me."

(End of this chapter)