Tyrant Wants Matrilocal Marriage

The tranquility in the East Palace seems to be spreading at this moment.

Outside the courtyard, all the blood rose all over the sky. Yunxi's arm trembled and pointed to the slain Maid: "painting cool, do you know what you're doing?"

The painting is cool and the voice is faint: "I'm helping you."

Yunxi angrily said, "did I ask you to kill for me?"

The painting was cool and puzzled. He pointed to the man in the red coffin: "I'm also helping my sister."

Although Hualiang didn't get back his memory, he also understood that Huaxi was his sister. These people wanted to rob Huaxi, so he naturally wanted to do it. But the maid didn't miss anything, but Hua Liang still killed her!

Yan Ming is right in front of him. His familiar face is white and gorgeous in the dark.

Draw cool road: "The East Palace is using you. I can see it clearly. Now, the people of the Lieyang mansion want to save you. I can only cover up all the secrets by killing everyone in the mansion. No one will know that the people of the Lieyang mansion came here. From now on, everyone will know that the people of the Lieyang mansion died on the way here! Since I want to save you, I will deal with it cleanly. So, All the maidservants in the east palace will die. "

Clean?

Just like before, did you kill a doctor who had no power to fight back in order to keep the scar on Lanfeng's face from being leaked out?

Even ninsiro has never killed people without fault so cleanly.

Yunxi nodded and stared, "I've been worried about you, and you today -"

Painting Liang frowned, but he clenched Yunxi's hand: "are you blaming me for killing people? But everything I do is to protect you. You can't tolerate it in Xizhou, and I don't want you to tolerate it in Beiyuan! The emperor of Beiyuan wants to kill you, but he can't find a reason. The crown prince of the East Palace is uncertain. What are you counting on?"

Every word, Yunxi didn't know how to reply.

The person in front of him never said a word. Yunxi saw that Yan Ming's eyes had been frozen in the red coffin. He was in the color of flame, and the same was true of Huaxi's clothes.

People all say that painting streams is gorgeous in the world, and why isn't Yan Ming so?

Yunxi sees that Yan Ming reaches out his hand and gently touches the face of Huaxi. His arm is really slightly shaking, nervous or afraid. Finally, Yan Ming looks back at Yunxi.

That Mou color is puzzled, is also a question.

Yunxi held Yan Ming's hand and covered his distance from the red coffin with his body: "are you from Eastern Shu?"

Yan Ming whispered: "the eighth king of Eastern Shu."

Eighth Lord

She knew Yan Ming was from the eastern Shu royal family, but she never knew it was the eighth Lord! Her face was pale. Looking at Yan Ming's face and the slender and beautiful flame red clothes, empress Cang retreated.

In those years, she jumped off the moat and had an inseparable relationship with the eight kings of Eastern Shu!

If she had not woken up from the camp in rags, how could she have implicated 88 painters and died in the winter of the 33rd year of Wanli in Xizhou!

Assassins, countless people in black came in this night, and those killed bodies were treated cleanly. All the bodies disappeared in a moment, and the East Palace gradually became peaceful.

The rain pattered down. Yunxi stood in front of the red coffin and looked at Yan Ming. In a cold voice, "hualanfeng drugged Huaxi and personally sent Huaxi to your camp. Do you remember?"

Yan Ming stood in the dark, but his eyes smiled: "remember."

Yunxi said again, "did you wear a human skin mask that day?"

"Yes."

Yunxi clenched his fist, but his voice was a little trembling: "what did you do to her!"

The noise was so loud that the painting didn't think of it. The past affairs of the painting house are both secret and well-known. But does Yunxi care so much? Even more than him

Yan Ming said, "you know, I was only 13 years old when the war began in Eastern Shu."

He said this lightly, but also with a smile.

Yan Ming looks at the people in the red coffin through Yunxi's eyes, but he is familiar and strange.

Thirteen, what can thirteen do to twenty-year-old Huaxi?

Yunxi was stunned. She knew her body was shaking. The dagger in her sleeve had fallen on Yan Ming's neck: "you hurt Huaxi and Huafu!"

Yan Ming glanced at the knife, but gently shook his head: "even if it is not the eastern Shu, there will be Beiyuan and Nanyue. You said that Hua Lanfeng wants to frame the painting house and can cooperate with anyone, don't you? Did the war hurt her or did I hurt her?"

The knife went into Yan Ming's neck and blood came out.

Yunxi did not hesitate to start, but his arm trembled slightly: "but you did this."

Yan Ming made a point towards the blade. He said gently, "it was Hua Lanfeng who sent Hua Xi to my camp. I didn't rob Hua Xi myself. Don't you understand?"

The blood fell along the dagger, but it dyed Yunxi's hand red. However, Yunxi didn't loosen and said slowly, "I haven't forgotten about Qingmu mountain villa! Hundreds of poisonous insects in Eastern Shu took other people's lives, and Chu Lin'an killed Zhang Liang!"

"I once told you that someone said I was as good-looking as the God of war of Huaxi. At that time, I asked you to guess, but you still couldn't guess. Now, can't you understand?" Yan Ming whispered, "it's the prince of Mogan."

The rain fell all over the sky, and Yunxi's face was pale.

Yan Ming only said, "in the battle between Xizhou and the Xiongnu, the Xiongnu borrowed troops from our eastern Shu. At the same time, the Mogan prince also borrowed a Gu insect..."

Yan Ming paused and looked up at Yunxi: "No one knew that the insect was used to deal with Huaxi. Even I knew it when something happened. The insect almost killed Huaxi. Chu Lin'an exchanged his life for his life, and he saved Huaxi. After the war in Eastern Shu, Huaxi jumped off the moat and killed himself. It was my responsibility. Huaxi owed Chu Lin'an a life, and I returned Chu Lin'an a life. What's wrong?"

Yan Ming smiled, and the ink hair rustled and danced in the night. The flame gown hurt Yunxi's eyes.

Yunxi smiled bitterly: "it's poisonous to use poisonous insects in Eastern Shu. There are so many ways to save Chu Lin'an. You chose to exchange the lives of hundreds of people! You really deserve to save him and kill hundreds of people?"

Yunxi slipped, but the boy's eyes were dark.

Just when Yan Ming nodded and looked at Yunxi, he stepped forward, ignoring the pain on the dagger and said: "You always say that you have many ways. You always say you can save him, but his life can't last for a day. What can you use to save him? Even if he can live another year, you find a way to save him in that year? Yes, you're not Huaxi. Why do you want to save Chu Lin'an? He's the person Huaxi likes, not the person you like. You're naturally selfish."

Yunxi angrily said, "I'm trying to find a way!"

Yan Ming took a breath and looked up at the starry sky: "Just like us now, you know I saved you so many times. My hands are covered with blood, but you tell me that I was infected with human life, but you think I'm dirty. That day, longziqing wanted to kill you, and I saved you. You stand with him in front of me. He's white, and my blood is not worthy of you, right?"