Transmigrated Princess

An Jiyang dodged a blow. Then Zhao Changling waved a sword. He didn't have such good luck.

The sound of the blade cutting the cloth and flesh is particularly clear. There is no blood in the dark, but the smell of blood suddenly diffuses.

The shot fell on his shoulder and the wound was deep with bone.

An Jiyang groaned with pain, raised his foot that was not bound by the chain and kicked forward.

The strength at the time of dying struggle is great, especially the other practitioners who have been practicing martial arts in the army since childhood. Zhao Changling did not guard against one, hit the right move, and his heart hurt. He suddenly withdrew a few steps away.

An Jiyang took advantage of this meeting to tear off the bed curtain and wound it around his shoulder very quickly. However, such a move was still futile. The blood kept flowing down and wetted the mattress in front of him all at once.

Even if Zhao Changling didn't do it again, he just let him go here, and no one saved him, an Jiyang will soon die of excessive blood loss.

It's not the first time for him to see death, but this time it's different from the original. An Jiyang is really... Too unwilling.

Not only was he unwilling, he even regretted it.

"Why do you want to do this?" an Jiyang breathed heavily, and his voice was a little difficult.

He couldn't understand why Zhao Changling wanted to kill him anyway.

"If you save me, my father and mother will appreciate you. Even I will help you deal with Zhao Rongxian..."

Zhao Changling touched his heart and raised his eyebrows slightly.

He raised his long sword and came to an Jiyang again.

An Jiyang has been injured and bleeding. As long as he is a little longer, he will die because of too much bleeding, but Zhao Changling doesn't want to delay at all.

He knows the truth of long dreams at night.

"The two couples who settled down are as cunning as a millennium fox. Don't say thank you to the king. Once I helped them save you, they can coldly watch me fight with Zhao Rongxian and then stand on the wall. Do I really think I don't know what their wishful thinking is?"

He came to the bed with his sword and looked down at an Jiyang.

The night was very dark. An Jiyang looked up at Zhao Changling in front of him, but he felt that he seemed to have a faint light.

Even at this time, he couldn't accept that Zhao Changling really wanted to kill him.

"As for you waste, you have no use. In addition, you really don't think that with your blood relationship with the former crown prince, you can really pose any threat to Zhao Rongxian? If Su Xiangwan didn't care about your life and death, would he still look at you? It's just that you're a clown."

The murderous spirit was approaching. An Jiyang subconsciously retreated. He bit his teeth and squeezed out from between his teeth word by word: "if you kill me, my father and mother will not let you go!"

Zhao Changling shrugged indifferently: "what does that have to do with the king? The person who caught you was Zhao Rongxian. If you died in the prison, they should also be Zhao Rongxian."

An Jiyang was so excited that he finally realized Zhao Changling's real purpose.

As soon as he arrived, Zhao Changling hypocritically came here with the Wei family to save him. When he found that he was dead, he would definitely tear his face with Zhao Rongxian.

He knows an Shiying's temper too well.

Even if a fish dies and the net is broken, he must take revenge.

Of course, Zhao Changling also knows this, so he will come in advance and now come to kill him.

Everyone is his chess piece.

Settle down, Wei family, Su Xiangwan, Lu Junting, and him.

All in Zhao Changling's Bureau.

An Jiyang's shoulder was numb with pain, but his mind was unprecedentedly clear. He quietly touched a small broken arrow under the pillow and quietly took it into the palm of his hand.

After being arrested by Zhao Rongxian and held here, all his things were taken away. This broken arrow was secretly hidden by him.

The broken arrow has another secret. There is a highly poisonous silver needle in it. As long as Zhao Changling is within three steps, he can take his life while he is not on guard.

He originally prepared the broken arrow for Zhao Rongxian.

Unexpectedly, after locking him here, Zhao Rongxian ignored him. He didn't even come once. He never had a chance to use it.

An Jiyang is not afraid of death, but he is unwilling to die like this.

Even if he was going to die, he would take Zhao Changling on his back. If Zhao Changling's treachery succeeded, he would not die in peace.

"So... You are using me and cheating me from beginning to end?" an Jiyang said, calculating Zhao Changling's steps close to him, and his spirit condensed to the extreme.

His blood flow was too fast, but after a while, an Jiyang's body was soaked.

Now it's just holding on.

Zhao Changling didn't answer him, and an Jiyang didn't care. He just continued to ask him, "you told me that as long as you cooperate with me, you can save Su Xiangwan, Anjia and the Wei family. I was stupid and trusted you. I was responsible for my death here today, but what about Su Xiangwan? You said you did all this for her, isn't it false?"

An Jiyang was dying. He couldn't let go of Su Xiangwan.

Innocent changed her life in those years, and now she is delayed again because of herself.

I thought what I did was to help her, but I didn't expect it was to harm her.

Zhao Changling is a hypocrite. He successfully deceived everyone with a hypocritical face.

"Why do you ask so many questions and expect the king to explain to you in detail?" Zhao Changling had walked to the bedside. He looked down coldly, and his tone was sarcastic: "there was too much nonsense before killing. Basically, it was about to fail, you know? The king would not make such a low-level mistake."

An Jiyang was surprised. For this second, Zhao Changling's sword had been waved down again.

At the same time, he quickly released the broken arrow on his hand, and the sound of the silver needle breaking the wind suddenly crossed in the dark night.

Just at this moment, a long sword suddenly flew out of the darkness, crossed Zhao Changling's wrist, and took the sword he cut off to the side.

The blade of the sword fell down and only stuck on the bed beside him, breaking into the wood and making a "clank".

Just because of the sudden flying sword, Zhao Changling opened his body and just avoided the poisonous silver needle shot by an Jiyang.

The silver needle sank into the darkness and soon disappeared.

Someone shouted in the dark: "Lord, there is a buried..."

Before he finished, he heard a dull hum, and the man was not angry.

Successive torches came from far and near.

Outside the yard, there was a sudden bright light. It came in through the thin door panel, which made the room a lot brighter.

The door was opened with a bang, and the cold armored soldiers rushed in and wrapped the room tightly.

An Jiyang was stabbed by the suddenly lit candle light. He was stunned for a while before he reacted.

The costumes of these people are the anjiajun he is familiar with.

When he saw him again, he just felt as if he were separated from the world.

An Jiyang looked at the blade stuck close to him with lingering fear. He didn't know whether it was blood or cold sweat on his back. He just felt that the stretched string was suddenly loose.

"What a pity."

If Zhao Changling had not deviated from this sword, he could not escape his silver needle.

An Jiyang wanted to change his life. He would survive, but he couldn't kill Zhao Changling. He thought it was a pity.

"But when my rescuer comes, you can't run."

After he said this, there was a double shadow in front of him. Gradually, he couldn't see anything clearly.

Someone came towards him in a worried tone.

An Jiyang recognized that it was su Xiangwan's voice.

She was obviously frightened by the scene in front of her, and even her voice trembled: "we should have saved him earlier and later... He would have died later..."