Tyrant Wants Matrilocal Marriage

The coldness between his words is like a cold cellar, which chills everything.

For a moment, Yunxi did not understand whether ningxiluo was angry because of Zhang Liang or because of smoke. Now, at this moment, everything is not important.

Gu Shengyan stepped in and closed the door gently, leaving only a few bodyguards outside the door.

The windows were wide open and the wind was blowing.

"Emperor, can you change?"

Gu Shengyan leaned over ningxiluo, motionless looked at muyiluo lying in a pool of blood, and frowned slightly.

The wind disordered ningsilo's hair, and he just looked lightly at his eyes, and looked at the wooden Yi Lu. He said, "before the war, some people were made into a human * and lived for thirty years."

Mu Yiluo suddenly looked at Ning Xiluo with the pain on his face: "if you treat me like this, even if you die, I will die with the princess!"

His voice was trembling and weak.

Yunxi just listened, turned forward, touched the broken window railing with his bare hand and closed it tightly.

Under his body, Mu Yiluo's hand grabbed Yunxi's leg. If it was a drag, it would be better to fasten it. The bloody hand seemed to exert strength and hurt her.

But Yunxi was still clear and sideways. He bent down and gently wiped the blood on muyiluo's hand with his sleeve: "why bother?"

Mu Yiluo shook his hand, and the mask fell to the ground, revealing his white face.

Mu Yiluo clenched his teeth and said angrily, "are you afraid to forget that dozens of people in the cloud family died in the punishment division? Or do you forget how the tyrant treated you? Now, the two girls are living on the side of the tyrant in order to survive. If Mu Rong knows, he will hate the girl?"

His words are asking for help and angering Yunxi.

Yunxi's hand shook gently. After that, she just took back her hand, took out her handkerchief from her arms, and gently wiped the blood stains on muyiluo's face. Now, she just looked at Mu Yiluo gently, her clear eyes with a little bitter smile: "childe mu, if you know Yunxi is such a poor generation, why do you want Yunxi to save you back to Dongshu?"

Even in ningxiluo's face, she can say this kind of words clearly without any fear.

Mu Yiluo just suddenly felt timid and suddenly looked at Ning Xiluo. His handsome face was not infected with any anger, but just leaned gently in front of the table and looked at the purple clay pot on the table.

The wine in that pot has been poisoned by the spy.

Gu Shengyan whispered, "emperor, the slave has prepared the room and can bathe and change clothes. As long as the slave finds out the whereabouts of the princess tonight, he can set off tomorrow morning."

The night was deep, but the emperor was not tired at all. He just said in a cold voice, "Yunxi, put on your mask."

Yunxi lowered his eyes, picked up the mask from the pool of blood, wiped it gently with xiupa, and then put it on his face.

She rose up to the side of Ningxi Luo, and said in a cool voice, "do you do prison work or do *?"

After that, the cold eyes glanced at Mu Yiluo.

The wooden Yi Luo is pale face, already weak looking at the person at the table, just sneer at a way: "the human *?" if the stream smoke knows, will definitely hate and emperor, also hate and the girl.

Mu Yiluo had more and more blood on his body, but he smiled frighteningly at this time.

Yunxi was cold and took a deep breath: "say it or not?"

Mu Yiluo tried to stand up with his bloody body, but he fell powerlessly. At that moment, Yunxi saw that Mu Yiluo's expression was mixed with too much complexity. It seems that he opened his mouth to say something, but he didn't say it after all. He just lay quietly in a pool of blood, motionless, as if he were dead.

Yunxi was flustered. He immediately went to Mu Yiluo's side, shook his hand lightly, and gently explored Mu Yiluo's breath: "I just fainted. It's all right for the time being."

Gu Shengyan whispered to the emperor, "can you call Xiao Yuanzheng to come and have a look? If Mu Yiluo is dead, it's not good."

He did not answer.

Yunxi heard the sound of dragon boots and the sound of clothes flying. Nodding, Yunxi happened to meet the beautiful Phoenix eyes, a pair of eyes like an abyss.

She was picked up directly by ningxiluo again and went towards the door.

Gu Shengyan leaned over and gently opened the door. He still asked, "this Xiaoyuan is --"

The emperor looked at the Phoenix lightly and said coldly, "it's ok if he dies."

Just a word, Gu Shengyan was silent. He just stayed outside the door, looked at the figure of the emperor leaving, and sighed the muyiluo who had fainted in a pool of blood in the house.

However, the emperor stopped after taking a few steps and said in a cold voice, "let Xiao Yuan come right over."

Gu Shengyan quickly hung his body, a light "promise", and went outside the inn. Yunxi just closed his eyes in his arms and let him hold it. He didn't say a word and was tired all over.

The inn has not been quiet since the end of the night.

It was already an ugly time when Gu Shengyan and Xiao Yuan were hurrying here late at night. When it was coldest on a snowy night, Xiao Yuan was taking off his cloak and headed for where Mu Yiluo lived, but he saw the bodyguards quietly guarding inside and outside the door.

Xiao Yuan was hanging down and was going in with Gu Shengyan. A bodyguard ran to one side of the second floor.

The bodyguard stood on the side of Xiao Yuan, gasping for breath and full of confusion: "manager Gu, the Emperor... The Emperor... Said that Xiao Yuan was going to see the girl, but he didn't say to see the prisoner. Don't be wrong... Wrong."

When the bodyguard finished speaking, he saw that Xiao Yuan was full of doubts.

Gu Shengyan glanced at the door and saw Mu Yiluo still lying in a pool of blood. He just glanced and frowned: "I'd better bother Xiao Yuan. Come and see him later?"

Xiao Yuan was stunned for a moment. He just nodded and went to the room on one side with Gu Shengyan.

Knock knock——

Gu Shengyan stood on one side and knocked on the door. Then he heard a weak word - "come in."

Although he often dealt with the royal family, when he heard the voice of the emperor, Xiao Yuanzheng was still a little timid. His wrinkled old face gave birth to a complex color, but he opened the door and walked in.

Behind him, Gu Shengyan has quietly left.

After closing the door, Xiao Yuan made a general salute to the people in front of him: "minister, knock on the emperor."

The inside of the house is not as warm as the outside, but it is unusually warm. There are nearly five heaters in the stove, and the smoke in the bath bucket has not dispersed yet. Therefore, it is dense and covered, but it is a little wet and warm.

"Come and see her. How's her previous injury?"

The voice of the emperor was still shallow. Xiao Yuan had never raised his eyes before. At this time, he nodded and looked at the emperor in a thin brocade white clothes, and the water droplets on his hair were still dry, as if he had just been bathed. At this time, the emperor sat on his side before the soft collapse, and his handsome face looked at the people on the bed with a quiet color.

The girl wore a mask and too much blood. At this time, she lay motionless on the soft collapse, as if she was badly hurt. The eyes, however, looked at Xiao Yuanzheng along the transparent part of the mask, filled with complex colors.

Xiao Yuan was walking towards the soft cave in fear and put the box in his hand gently on the stool.

Even if the emperor is here, Yunxi still has a cold color: "Xiao Yuanzheng, I can't move because I was hit by acupoints. I'm not a dying man."