pungent peasant girl

Chapter 368

Mo Yan grabbed the smallest sack among them and lifted it up, "Hehe, this little bastard, should I kill him with a single knife, or throw him to death all at once? Hehe, Father, I don't know which one you prefer How to die."

"Don't—" The emperor stared at the sack and panicked.

That little baby, he was so innocent.

"Father, do you want to write?"

"I, I wrote it." The emperor looked at the sack and picked up the pen on the imperial case.

Luo Ziyan scanned the words on the table from the corner of his eye, feeling both anger, helplessness and resentment in his heart.

If at this time, someone is secretly attacking Moyan, can the status quo be changed?

Just as he was thinking like this, there seemed to be a wind chime in the rain curtain reaching his ears.

He stared blankly, looking out the door.

In the boundless night, in the darkness, the heavy rain is pouring down, making the sound of swishing rain.

Did he hear wrong?

He frowned and took two steps towards the door.

Moyan's guard over there stretched out his sword to block him.

Looking at the dark rain curtain, he always felt that her Qianyan was nearby.

He stopped at the door of Qinzheng Palace and looked outside.

Thousands of words, where are the thousand words?
Suddenly, a flash of light flashed in a certain corner.

A look of distress flashed across Luo Ziyan's eyes.

And the faint sound of the wind chime came over again amidst the sound of rain.

It's a thousand words, it's a thousand words.

He was sure that this wind chime belonged to him and Qian Yan. When Qian Yan was still a peach blossom, he relied on this wind chime to let them meet.

Must be her.

But she didn't come out, she must be waiting silently somewhere.

She should be waiting for the opportunity, she should be conveying it to him with the sound of wind chimes.

He suddenly looked towards the imperial case, where the emperor was writing furiously, and it seemed that he was about to finish writing.

With Mo Yan as a person, could it be said that with this imperial edict, the emperor will be spared, and Mo Yun and the others will be spared?
Will not.

Luo Ziyan gritted his teeth, and looked at the current position of Moyan. If Qianyan shoots an arrow in, he should first encounter some guards, and then the pillars, and he would not be able to hit Moyan at all.

So, what about another location?

He followed the corner where the light was flashing, and looked in a straight line. If he wanted to shoot at the ink inkstone in one fell swoop without startling the snake, it seemed that it was best to lure him to the door.

Thinking of this, he slowly opened his mouth, "Fifteen princes."

Mo Yan's gaze was originally on the imperial case, but when he heard Luo Ziyan's voice, he turned his head quickly.

"What? Luo Ziyan, do you regret it?"

"Fifteen princes, will you really let us go?"

"Hehe, yes, why not, when I sit on the throne, I will give each of you a most satisfactory explanation."

Mo Yan laughed ferociously, and Luo Ziyan knew that he would not let him go.

And the emperor beside the imperial case paused his movements when he heard these words, he raised his head, his eyes wandered over the ink inkstone, over Luo Ziyan, and landed on Mo Ling's body.

Luo Ziyan shook his head, pretending to be a little scared, and said in a low voice: "My lord, in fact, you will still kill us, right?"

"No, son-in-law, as long as you submit obediently, I may not make things difficult for you, maybe I will value you." Mo Yan seemed to be complacent, and approached Luo Ziyan step by step.

Luo Ziyan glanced outside the door from the corner of his eye, and in the rain, the sound of the little wind chimes came again.

Luo Ziyan took a step back, and Mo Yan stepped forward.

Mo Yan finally reached the position where Luo Ziyan was standing just now.

"Fifteen princes." He leaned close to Mo Yan's ear, lowered his voice, and spoke more slowly, "Believe it or not, you may lose tonight."

Mo Yan's eyes froze, he raised his sword and stabbed Luo Ziyan.

However, at the same moment, a feathered arrow broke through the rain curtain and charged towards him with a hint of cold air. Luo Ziyan took a slight step back, and at the same time, he heard the sound of the arrow piercing through the cloth and flesh.

Mo Yan lowered his head in disbelief, a feather arrow pierced his abdomen.

"Prince, protect the emperor, come, protect the empress dowager, protect the prince and princess!"

Mo Yan's injury was something that no one expected. Luo Ziyan was the first to speak, and the figures outside immediately reacted and rushed into the Hall of Qinzheng.

Luo Ziyan immediately took back the sack from Mo Yan.

And Mo Ling used his own body to block the other two sacks.

The kung fu in the blink of an eye is enough for those martial arts masters outside.

They entered the Hall of Qinzheng and fought with Mo Yan's people. After a while, Mo Yan's people were beaten to pieces.

Mo Ling also sent people to spread the news of the shocking change in the Palace of Qinzheng, and various people and important ministers rushed into the palace.

In the heavy rain, the palace became as bright as day.

Seeing all his people being arrested, Mo Yan clutched his stomach and panicked. He staggered and fled outside the Palace of Qinzheng.

And soon, he stepped back, step by step, until the people in the Palace of Qinzheng saw a sharp feathered arrow pointing directly at the center of his brow.

And the person holding the arrow is Meng Qianyan.

Meng Qianyan wore a coir raincoat to protect her from the rain, her hair stood up high in a bun, the heavy rain still soaked her skirt, and the raindrops trickled down her hair.

There was a slight smile in her eyes, "Brother Fifteen, do you want to go?"

"You—" Mo Yan couldn't believe it, he looked at the wound on his abdomen, and then at the feather arrow held in Meng Qianyan's hand, "It's you."

"Yes, it's me."

"you--"

"Brother Fifteen, are you surprised?"

"You guys, you've already been ready." Mo Yan knew that his situation was over, and he became more and more frightened.

He turned to look at the emperor, the emperor sat back on the dragon chair, Mo Ling followed beside him, and some of the eunuchs' cronies were untying the sacks to rescue the people in the sacks.

Mo Yan saw it, and the emperor's eyes were full of killing intent.

He was terrified, he didn't want to die.

He knelt on the ground all of a sudden, "Father, Father!"

He called his father one after another, but the emperor didn't agree.

"Father, I know I'm wrong, I know I'm wrong, I'm obsessed with ghosts, I'm blinded by the villains outside!"

The emperor shook his head, his face was full of disappointment, pain and anger, "Mo Yan, you are so rebellious and now you are arrested, do you still want to make excuses!"

Mo Yan thought of the person in the dark room, "Father, I, I was really deceived, I was instructed by others."

"Who ordered you?"

"Yes—" Mo Yan stopped again, who is that?The man never told him.

"That's enough, Moyan, what you did tonight is rebellion! You are unforgivably guilty!" With a bang, the emperor slapped the imperial case with his palm, "Come here, take down the inkstone for me!"

(End of this chapter)