Tyrant Wants Matrilocal Marriage

Yindu is not quiet tonight.

The moon was crowing, and the street view was empty. Only the carriage ran very fast and fast. When the people passing by saw the carriage, they quickly sidled away. It was the carriage of Yangnan palace, and the person inside was Princess qingluan.

After that carriage, the other carriage followed very closely.

On the rows of houses, the man in flaming red just sat idly and looked at the two running carriages. His red lips smiled, flirting and outstanding.

"This dragon spring repair wants to kill qingluan?"

"Qingluan is hurt. He is not the opponent of Longquan Xiu."

"Where's Yunxi?"

"Back to the east palace."

"Back to the east palace again..."

Yan Ming sighed gently. Ning looked at the straight Lausanne standing in front of him, and then got up.

Lausanne whispered, "I'm going to the Lieyang mansion. I just want to bother the Lord."

Yan Ming raises his hand and looks fearless.

Seeing this, Luo Sang disappeared directly into the night, while Yan Ming swept down the top of the house and followed the carriage step by step.

The slender figure dissipated in the night. He was dressed in red under the lightness skill and was extremely fast.

At the corner at the end of the street, when the two carriages were approaching, Yan Ming directly fell in front of the carriage repaired by the second prince Longquan. It was only a palm, and the man driving the horse had fainted.

The carriage turned over and made a loud noise.

And there was no one here, leaving only the dull sound of silence.

"Want to die!"

Longquan Xiu came out of the carriage and saw the man in red, but his angry eyes were full of too much doubt. He went towards Yan Ming. Just as he was holding Yan Ming's arm with one hand, his hand was cut off directly!

Blood, sprinkle it on the ground.

Longquan Xiu held the broken hand and wailed bitterly. The more he rolled, the more blood on the ground.

Yan Ming stood in front of Longquan's self-cultivation and looked at him lazily.

Longquan Xiuning turned pale and said, "you -- you are -"

A word was not clear because of the pain, but Yan Ming raised his lips at such a moment. He bent down one by one, touched the broken hand with his fingers, and frowned: "it seems that you touched her with this hand in the martial arts field?"

Yan Ming sighed and then asked, "why don't you answer me?"

Longquan Xiu's blood gradually retreated back, and Yan Ming's foot had stepped on his abdomen and twisted slowly.

Longquan xiuxin panicked and said, "I can give you whatever you want! Is it worth working for the East Palace and killing the prince?"

Yan Ming was stunned, but was surprised: "I'm from the east palace."

With that, Yan Ming chuckled.

The foot still stepped on Longquan Xiu's abdomen, but Yan Ming didn't mean to leave. He said, "looking at your face almost the same as longziqing, I feel a little sick. Sometimes it's better to live than to die."

Longquan Xiu stared. Before opening his mouth to help, Yan Ming kicked out.

Longquanxiu's body flew out directly. At the moment of landing, a black figure fell from the sky, and the blade directly inserted into longquanxiu's chest.

Longquan Xiu opened his mouth: "you..."

With more and more blood, Longquan Xiu could no longer say a word. His eyes were as gray as death and looked at the man in black clothes.

The painting is cool and thin in the long and narrow eyes. It's just cold to see the blood stains.

The sword was pulled out directly, but Longquan Xiu's eyes were never closed again. The second prince of Beiyuan died in the streets of Yindu at night, but it was only a moment's effort.

Yan Ming sighed slightly and looked at the man in Xuanyi: "you said, what if the death of Longquan Xiu has something to do with the east palace?"

Painting Liang's sword blade into the scabbard, he went towards Yan Ming and said coldly, "Yunxi naturally doesn't want to have anything to do with long Ziqing when there is an accident in the east palace. In this way, the death of Longquan Xiu is naturally worth it."

There was a rustle on the overturned carriage in the distance.

Yan Ming stretched out his arm and said, "do it cleaner."

The painting looked at the carriage with cold eyes. In an instant, it swept past, and the groom was sealed with a sword. Painting cool want to go, but feel there is something wrong, eyebrows and eyes are frozen in the carriage.

He bent down and saw a young girl in the carriage looking at him in fear.

Holding a dagger, the girl said in horror, "you killed your highness, I --"

Hiss

The girl died with a sword in her throat before the painting was cold.

The bright eyes lost their luster, the blood splashed on the carriage, and she became a gradually cold body.

Painting Liang Huishen looked at Yan Ming with a slight frown: "she hasn't finished yet."

Yan Ming paced and looked down at the body and said with a smile, "it's just a maid."

The red clothes were scattered in the wind. Yan Ming wiped the bloody sword with a cloth, which seemed careless and impatient.

Hua Liang whispered, "what did you just ask Lausanne to do?"

Yan Ming walks towards the depths of the night, and the painting is cool. He just follows, condensing all the way, but suspicious all the way. In the place where the incident happened behind them, the footsteps of officers and soldiers came before the time of incense.

Then, Luo Sang fell to Yan Ming from a high altitude and said, "Lord, everything is done."

Yan Ming nodded with satisfaction and yawned: "you can watch the excitement."

Draw cool frown: "what do you mean?"

The night is deep.

Yan Ming leaned against the top of the tree and glanced at the cool painting: "someone will prove that the people of the East Palace killed the two princes, so the excitement of the east palace will be there."

Hua Liang was suspicious: "proof? You have the murderous sword, and the words of the Lieyang mansion are groundless. How can it be lively?"

Now, Yan Ming's lips are still smiling.

The painting looked cool and his mind was slightly cold. It seemed that the "excitement" was not what he thought. It seemed that "proof" was not really "proof". What could Yan Ming do... What would it be?

*** ***

East Palace.

Yunxi sat in the courtyard and looked at the bright night and poured tea leisurely.

The maid stood on one side, looking at the people walking back and forth in the courtyard, worried and said, "the girl will let them do so? This floating dream Pavilion is where the girl lives. In the end, those idle people can't go back and forth."

Yunxi doesn't speak, sipping the tea cup lightly, with cold eyebrows and scattered eyes.

An hour ago, long Zilie of Lieyang mansion came to search the palace with the imperial edict. The attic yard inside and outside the East Palace was surrounded by hundreds of people. Outside the East Palace, the body of the second prince longquanxiu lay there quietly.

The corpse's hand was broken, and its chest was pierced. It was covered with blood and looked ferocious.

It was the Lieyang mansion that found the body for the first time, and it was suspected that the East Palace did it. Therefore, they came to search the palace only to find the sword that killed Longquan Xiu and compare the crack marks on the wound.

Everything happened on this night, and it happened suddenly.

The old emperor was so angry that he called the crown prince of the East Palace directly to the imperial study. All officials knelt in the palace. All the mysteries are today, and nothing can be answered. If you say east palace, would you blatantly kill longquanxiu? Who did it with the Lieyang mansion for such an obvious frame up? Killing the second prince and framing the East Palace is a good chess game for the Lieyang mansion.

The Lieyang mansion led the pro guards to search for more than an hour, but the "crime Sabre" was still not found.