Tyrant Wants Matrilocal Marriage

The bodies were motionless on the ground.

Yunxi looked back at the little monk, but his eyebrows were tightly wrinkled. In front of the crown prince of the East Palace, even if he killed all the east palace guards, the little monk didn't change his face.

How dare those dead men who work for the little monk act like this?

Yunxi looked at long Ziqing's gradually pale face and frowned: "it's over now."

The little monk turned his back and left the empty door to long Ziqing: "leave. I don't want you to disturb her rest. If she wakes up, she must cry several times. If at that time, I will be angry. Therefore, before you annoy me, I will still work for Beiyuan and Donggong."

The wind blew and disturbed long Ziqing's eyes. He walked straight towards the little monk, and his voice was angry: "this Beiyuan is from the East Palace, and it's also your Beiyuan!"

The little monk stopped and looked at the shadow with different lengths on the ground: "go back and prepare for the marriage. I will also bring Miss Yun back to Yanguang temple."

Then the little monk went to the hut.

Here, only Yunxi and long Ziqing are left.

Yunxi's eyes were cold, and he glanced faintly. Longziqing turned his back, entered the house with the little monk, and closed the door.

Outside the door, Yunxi doesn't know whether he leaves or not.

Now, she didn't want to see long Ziqing at all. She didn't know her mistake. If Chu Lin'an was killed by him, it would be a mistake. Yunxi smiled bitterly. She once said angrily, "there is no life under the East Palace". The so-called no life, maybe she just didn't know, maybe she didn't understand.

As a royal family, how many people can live cleanly.

In the darkness, Yunxi glanced at the bed.

There, the handsome man gently stuffed the corner for the smoke, sat silent and didn't look at her.

Yunxi hurried away and stood in front of ningxiluo. Ning Xiluo raised his eyes and said nothing. Then he took a bowl of porridge from the corner of the table and stirred it with a spoon. The porridge had smoked and seemed very hot.

It's all quiet, but it's not like ningxiluo.

The arrow bow moved slightly. At the moment when the sleeve arrow was sent out, the slender hand had been clamped. Ning Xiluo's eyes were light: "you haven't played enough for the assassination once a day."

Yunxi's eyebrows were frozen.

Ningxiluo got up, put the porridge back on the table, and pointed to Yunxi's throat——

The antidote was spitted out by Yunxi and fell into ningxiluo's hand. He took out a handkerchief from his arms and wrapped the medicine directly.

Yunxi's face was as white as paper. It was unbelievable: "you -- what do you do?"

The little monk stood aside and said in a low voice, "I heard that the art of painting Lanfeng is quite good. Take this medicine back and let her prepare some better antidotes, right?"

Yunxi looked at the little monk: "are you kidding..."

The wind was blowing outside the thatched cottage. Yunxi looked out the window from the window. There were corpses everywhere, and the pure white figure was no longer there.

"Feng'er is smart. You can see the clue by looking at this medicine. You are not smart because you were poisoned by the east palace. It will be difficult for feng'er to work hard for you." behind you, the sound condensed.

Along the way, ningxiluo was "smart".

Along the way, Ning Xiluo was praising and painting Lanfeng. He said little. He had to praise every word.

Yunxi stared at Ning Xiluo's face in the dark and sneered, "Beiyuan, don't welcome the emperor of Xizhou and your Phoenix son. Why don't you dare to go out and meet him when the East Palace comes here today?"

Ning Xiluo raised his eyes: "do you like the confrontation between two men for you?"

This tone was very cold. Yunxi was angry and his arm trembled slightly. The sleeve bow was aimed at Ning Xiluo: "you want to kill me and long Ziqing wants to protect me. What's the confrontation?"

Ning Xiluo looked at Liuyan with low eyes and stroked her hair, but said to Yunxi, "those spies have seen Jiangyuan. You said that Donggong didn't want to kill you. You're lying to me."

How many people know about Jiang Yuan? Long Ziqing trapped her in a dark iron cage and wanted to kill her. How many people should he pass on to!

Yunxi put down his arm and sneered, "no one can compare with you. I remember you killing me clearly."

Ningxiluo sneered: "are you dead?"

Yunxi angrily said, "you -"

Ning Xiluo raised his eyes and coagulated Yunxi. His eyes were light: "how many times have you assassinated me in half a year? There are 28 without 30. Have I ever been angry with you once?"

Yunxi is silent.

Ning Xiluo got up, his eyes faintly passed the little monk and fell on Yunxi: "listen to Jiang's meaning, you married into the East Palace and walked into the Beiyuan to seize the power of war and kill me?"

Yunxi looked pale. He stared at the little monk - he knew everything? What the hell did he say to ninzlo just now?

The little monk stood there still smiling.

Ning Xiluo stood in front of Yunxi River and looked lightly: "I'm right here. Now you let Jiang Zeyi kill me, and I'll see if you have the courage."

The corners of the eyes and eyebrows are accompanied by shallow cold and indifference.

Yunxi relaxed his breath and looked at the little monk: "East Palace, I know everything about you, and you know everything about ningxiluo?"

The little monk shook his head: "this is what he guessed, not what I said myself."

Yunxi sneered: "Beiyuan people, in the end is to spend their own affairs."

The little monk raised his hand and looked at me gently: "your anger is implicated in me. It's your fault, not mine. It's you who didn't handle your relationship well. What does it have to do with me? I saved your Liuyan and protected your Chu Lin'an, but are you blaming me here? If I leave here now, can you guarantee that the people in the East Palace won't kill him? Or can you guarantee that Ning Xiluo won't kill him?"

The little monk raised his head, looked at Ning Xiluo's cold face and called his name.

Ningxiluo didn't care. He put the medicine wrapped in brocade cloth into his sleeve and walked straight towards the door. From the moment Ning Xiluo opened the door, he looked back at Yunxi: "if you still want to assassinate me, go to Weixi Street Inn to find me."

This words, with a trace of disdain smile.

And the figure came out of the inn.

Yunxi heard the sound of the carriage and Gu Shengyan's voice. Before long, the carriage stepped on layers of corpses and went farther and farther away.

Here, only Yunxi and little Shami are left.

Yunxi closed the door tightly, sat on the side of the bed and asked, "long Ziqing said, this Beiyuan is also your Beiyuan. What does it mean?"

The little monk blinked and sat on the side of Yunxi: "Beiyuan is mine. Can't you understand?"

"There is an emperor in Beiyuan."

The little monk raised his eyes and smiled, "I give up the throne. Does he dare not sit?"

Yunxi was stunned, but he condensed the young monk's beautiful face: "you -- give it? You only have twelve this year. The old emperor has white hair. Why is it the throne you gave? If the old emperor... Is afraid of you? Why did he send me to Yanguang temple?"

The little monk held his chin and looked at Liuyan with a smile, but smiled at Yunxi and said, "it's a pity that you have such a good relationship with those people, but they haven't told you about Beiyuan."

Yunxi didn't understand these words, but the more he listened to them, the more confused he became. The little monk was wearing plain clothes. If it weren't for a glimpse of Yanguang temple and what happened these days, she couldn't connect Beiyuan's lifeline with him

Give way to the old emperor, but secretly work for the east palace?

This little monk has no rules... It's really hard to see through. But these are not important to Yunxi.

Yunxi thought for a long time and asked softly, "can you beat ningxiluo?"