Emperor's Women

"So, what are you going to do?" she said, and Fang Yan simply asked.

Mingyuke clenched her fist, but the light in her eyes became clearer and clearer. Just when she was ready to open her lips again, a voice interrupted her.

The sound was the sound of the sword piercing the air. Very light, but very clear.

A moment ago, it was still a few feet away. The next second, it had coldly arrived on the backs of mingyuke and Fangyan.

Fang Yan heard the sound, but he didn't expect the other party to move so fast.

Although only four people came, they were all top-notch experts.

"Get off the horse and follow us." the man behind him ordered coldly. The sword behind him reached another point and almost pierced the skin and flesh through his clothes.

Fang Yan glanced at mingyuke next to her and found that she was only slightly surprised. She soon recovered her composure. It seemed that she was really brave.

"I've seen you. You're King min's guard." after getting off the horse, mingyuke looked at the man holding the sword against her and said, "King min's situation is over. You know my identity. If you hurt me, you have to think about the consequences."

The bodyguard was not moved. Instead, he put the long sword around her neck and scolded, "stop talking nonsense and go!"

The person escorting Fang Yan was also polite. No matter she was hurt in her leg, he pushed her and urged her to keep up.

Fang Yan didn't resist, because in the current situation, she couldn't determine whether she could retreat after resisting, so she simply cooperated.

These bodyguards escorted them straight to the direction where the fighting sound was.

However, with such Kung Fu, Rong Chengjin and others have killed to the Qingqiu palace. In front of them is the emperor's bedroom.

Fang Yan saw that Rong Chenghe, who had disappeared before, was fighting with Rong Chengjin at the moment. The shadows of the swords were intertwined. Their clothes were broken. However, it was not difficult to find that Rong Chenghe was gradually out of support.

Fang Yandun understood the purpose of these bodyguards when they caught her and mingyuke. He just couldn't figure out. Since the emperor was in Rong Chenghe's hand, why did he use himself and mingyuke as chips?

Without waiting for her to think more, the sharp sword on her neck was close to her neck again. The people behind her shouted coldly: "King Yun, if you don't want them to die, put down their weapons immediately!"

But for a moment, the field was quiet.

Rong Chengjin's hand holding the sword loosened, and the long sword fell to the ground with a choking clang. With this sound, the bodyguards and soldiers who were still fighting also stopped. The whole picture seemed to be static and quiet.

Rong Chengjin looked at Fang Yan with deep and unpredictable eyes. He looked at Xiang Mingyu Ke again, and the center of his eyebrows tightened slightly.

Although Fang Yan didn't know what he was thinking at the moment, he was only moved when he looked at mingyuke, and his heart couldn't help sinking.

Rong Chenghe was able to breathe a little. Seeing that the situation had been controlled by his own people, a ferocious smile floated from the corners of his lips.

"Rong Chengjin, you are really powerful. You can order people to take your father away after I leave for a while. However, you still have weakness. Which one do you care more about these two women?" Rong Chenghe played with his sword and suddenly turned his wrists. The blade of the sword was picked up and touched Rong Chengjin's heart. He said calmly, "or do you like both?"

Rong Chengjin didn't dodge. She let the tip of the sword reach her. Her tone was indifferent and said, "even if you kill them, you can't change your ending today."

"Don't you really care? I'd like to try." Rong Chenghe held the sword tighter in his hand, looked at him playfully and said, "listen, if my sword doesn't stab him in a moment, you'll kill these two women immediately!"

The latter sentence was naturally said to the four guards who kidnapped Fang Yan and mingyuke.

Fang Yan didn't expect Rong Chenghe to be so vicious. Looking at Rong Chengjin again, he looked cold and didn't raise his eyebrows. Only the hand under the robe sleeve moved slightly, as if holding it instead of holding it.

Suddenly, his eyes looked at her, and there was more look in his eyes, which seemed to be a bit of determination.

Fang Yan's heart suddenly pulled, and he always felt that he seemed to have made a decision.

Why did he look at her like that? Is he ready to sacrifice her?

In fact, this is not surprising. I believe most people will make the same decision between others' death and their own death.

Her life was insignificant to him, and he would feel some regret at most. She should be surprised if he really decided to let Cheng Hera stab him with a sword.

What about mingyuke? Does he care about her life or death?

Mingyuke on one side clenched her lips, but her sight never left Rong Chengjin's face for a moment.

Even at this time, what she cares most is not her own safety, but him.

She wanted to say that he didn't have to worry about her, but she didn't expect that his eyes only looked at Fang Yan and didn't look at her again. Her heart suddenly filled with a thick pain, which was worse than being stabbed by a sword.

If her death can make him safe, she is absolutely willing.

However, if she really died like this, I don't know if he can be a little moved at the bottom of his heart?

It was too late. In fact, it was a second or two. Rong Chenghe withdrew his sword slightly, accumulated enough strength and said, "give you one last chance to hand over your father and emperor, or die."

Rong Chengjin smiled calmly and said, "I hope your sword is not as bad as your people."

Rong Chenghe immediately raised a look of anger at the bottom of his eyes, provoked by the corners of his lips, and stabbed his sword into his heart without hesitation!

Rong Chengjin didn't move. She didn't even blink her eyelids. She looked at the man with the sword in front of her so coldly that she was really prepared not to dodge.

"Lord..." I don't know how many startling voices and inspiratory sounds sounded in the field, including mingyuke's voice.

Fang Yan was also stunned. This should not be the decision he would make. What was he thinking? Does he really think he's a hero and can't die?

That is, in this critical moment, a very subtle sound was caught in my ear.

The sound seemed to come from a distance, like a gust of wind. If it were not amazing in her ears, she might not be aware of it.

But the moment she heard it, the voice came close at an unimaginable speed.

The sound of "hissing" was like the sound of some sharp and fast sharp tool nailed into the stake, and a string of aroused bright red blood spilled out.

Almost half a second apart, another strange noise came from behind her.

"Ah..." the guards who were holding her sword suddenly howled miserably, and the sword in their hands subconsciously cut Fang Yan's fragile neck.

As early as the first light sound, Fang Yan understood what had happened. So, the moment before the sword was about to cut her artery, her hand had already grabbed the edge of the sword.

The power of the palm was so great that the sword of the guard could not be cut.

"Chi" sound, his sword did not cut, but the sound of blood vessels being cut clearly sounded in his ear.

The blood sprayed out like a burst water pipe and dyed the whole sleeve of Fangyan red.

Sure enough, you still have to rely on yourself at the critical moment.