Tyrant Wants Matrilocal Marriage

Yunxi looked back at the face of Lanfeng under the moonlight and clenched his fist: "how do you conclude that Chu Lin'an will come to Yanguang temple to find me these days?"

"As feng'er said, the dead man has been following Chu Lin'an..." blue Feng smiled, then looked at Yunxi and said slowly, "Just listening to my sister's tone, feng'er knew that my sister knew the identity of the eighth prince. If she knew, she would hate to the bone and would not have any contact with him. If the eighth Prince didn't guard my sister around the Yanguang temple, Chu Lin'an dared to go directly to find my sister, so... The opportunity for the East Palace came. The forbidden army withdrew these two days and my sister left the Yanguang temple. Jiang didn't mean it Yes, Chu Lin'an certainly doesn't know... If he finds his sister today, his life and death will be unpredictable? "

Yunxi looked back at the painting Lanfeng and said coldly, "East Palace, you can't touch Chu Lin'an."

Painting Lanfeng shook her head gently: "if Beiyuan's lifeline wants to kill him..."

When these words fell, Yunxi left the inn in a hurry without saying a word.

The painting Lanfeng stood by the window and closed her eyes gently against the wall.

The martial arts of Jiang Ziyi may be unknown to the world, but the one in Yangxin hall knows it very well. Beiyuan's lifeline is the first person in Beiyuan's handful. If the East Palace orders, he will easily kill Chu Lin'an.

Painting Lanfeng thought, and the corners of her lips glanced and smiled. She closed the window tightly, and then thought of something. Her gentle eyes became cold: "if you come out to buy some food, it will delay Anning's stomach. You'd better go back."

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The darkness lingered deep.

In the mountains, Yanguang temple.

The little monk sat in the meditation room and ate some things, so he packed them one by one.

It seemed that there was a sound outside the window. The little monk said faintly, "come in."

The man in black entered the meditation room, knelt directly on the ground and said in a deep voice, "Miss Yun is not in the meditation room."

The little monk found an oil lamp, put down the fire, and the fire rose. The little monk smiled calmly: "well, she went out to find a place to bathe."

The man in black frowned, "do you know this?"

The little monk smiled and said, "I deliberately let her out, and I don't want her to stink."

The man in Black said again, "you must know that the prince asks for an imperial edict to let Miss Yun stay in the mountain for a few more days. If the prince knows that Miss Yun has gone down the mountain, he will -"

"It's also the will of the east palace to let her leave, because it's best for her to kill someone tonight." the little monk lifted the oil lamp and walked slowly to the door.

The wind outside slowed down. Although it was night, the weather was excellent.

The handsome face looked at the man in black for a moment. The little monk looked back at the man in Black: "at this time, she should have come back, but she didn't come back... Who must have stopped her?"

The man in black couldn't understand the meaning, so he could only shake his head.

The little monk sat on the door frame and said slowly, "Woo - I heard that Ning Xiluo came to Beiyuan, but he didn't give a good reception. Is it the style of the east palace?"

The man in black was surprised: "Western monarch?"

The little monk blinked: "yes, I brought a woman with me. Just I thought, Ning Xiluo is so good that I can't walk on the street casually. Maybe only the woman can stop Yunxi."

The man in black still didn't understand: "is that woman very good at martial arts?"

The little monk's ear moved gently and just said, "you're too stupid to say more to you."

With that, the little monk took the lamp and went to the meditation room on one side.

The man in black disappeared in the night at the moment when the little monk left.

The little monk walked very slowly. The cypress trees in front moved gently. The little monk stood in the dark, looked at the Zen room where Yunxi lived, and then smiled.

Deep in the night, a man came down from the treetop.

Those blue eyes stared at Yunxi's meditation room, but they didn't come forward. The man was very handsome, long and jade, and really a good leather bag. The little monk thought in his heart, and then walked towards the man.

Chu Lin'an looks back and looks at the little monk. As soon as he is about to leave, he is beaten

Blood, spit it out directly.

Chu Lin'an covered the wound on his chest and looked at the little monk: "who are you?"

The little monk put the oil lamp close to Chu Lin'an and looked at Chu Lin'an's face carefully: "you can call me this meaning. I live in this Yanguang temple."

Under the light, the handsome face was a little pale.

The little monk looked at it and then smiled: "you look really good. No wonder long Ziqing hates you. If I were him, I would hate you. After all, you look really good."

After two compliments, the little monk put the lamp on the ground.

Chu Lin'an got up and frowned, "are you sent by the east palace to kill me?"

The little monk shook his head. After a long time, he smiled and said, "the eighth king of Eastern Shu was angry with Yunxi. It's not brave enough for you to come out to find Yunxi. I'll wait for you here for two days. It's more pitiful than any Wangfu stone."

The little monk spoke frivolously and looked childish.

Chu Lin'an stepped back two steps and was about to leave. The little monk's hand held his arm directly! Small hands, but enough to crush the power of a tiger and lion!

However, the little monk has no power.

Chu Lin'an said softly, "Yunxi is not here?"

The little monk looked up at him and said, "you're not serious enough to lose Miss Yun."

Chu Lin'an frowned and raised his foot to the oil lamp. The oil lamp was broken, and the halo was light and broken in the dark. The glass residue stabbed the little Shami. The little Shami loosened his hand, and Chu Lin'an swept away.

The little monk dodged the glass residue, glanced at the flying Chu Lin'an and smiled.

The wind fell to Youxiang. In the mountain, dozens of arrows aimed at Chu Lin'an.

In the dark night, the blue eyes coagulated slightly, and the arrow shot through Chu Lin'an's chest. In a moment, Chu Lin'an fell sideways in front of the little Shami. The arrows hit the ground, one after another.

The little Shami looked at Chu Lin'an and smiled: "since I came, why should I go."

Although he looks young, he is calm in every word.

Chu Lin'an relaxed his breath and clenched his fists. He knew he could not defeat the man in front of him. Finally, he gave up fighting against it and asked softly, "East Palace killed me for Yunxi?"

The little monk nodded, "because Yunxi cares about you."

Chu Lin'an's lips smiled: "why not because Yunxi's heart is happy with me?"

The little monk was stunned, but laughed because of this: "can't you really see whether she is happy with you? There is ningxiluo before and longziqing after. Why should she be happy with you?"

The cold moon is fragrant.

Chu Lin'an smiled sarcastically, "why do you say these unreasonable words if you don't know her?"

"Do you understand?" little monk Ning looked at the broken lamp on the ground, picked up the pieces with one hand and sighed, "if she cares about you enough, why don't she save you now that you are in such a situation?"