Tyrant Wants Matrilocal Marriage

One voice after another roared out of her throat.

At this time, the wind was like tearing. Dozens of black figures stood on the wall above the residence, overlooking the painted river.

Yan Ming's hand gently stroked the back of Huaxi, but in a faint voice: "Huaxi, go back."

These four words were not understood by Huaxi.

Someone fell into the snow, and all the bows and arrows were aimed at the courtyard. Thirty eight dead men were waiting for the people in the mansion to step out of here.

Seeing that Huaxi didn't move, Yan Ming closed his eyes slightly, took Huaxi back in his words with his arm, and whispered in her ear: "Killing the nine families and leaving me alive is not only because of the Centennial emperor's law, but also because the Emperor Ming is afraid that I will rebel on the spot. Leaving the life of my mother's family to kill again tomorrow will lead me to rob the prison. If I rob the prison, I will die, while the Emperor Yan is waiting for the prison tonight. If so, will you understand?"

Huaxi gently held Yan Ming's clothes, but his heart beat violently: "if there is a trap in the prison of Dongshu... You will die... He is leading you?"

In Eastern Shu, they live on poisonous insects.

If he is led by tens of thousands of poisonous insects and kept in the prison, Yan Ming can't escape from the closed prison house even if his martial arts are high.

But if he is in this open place, who can help him with his lightness skills?

So, is this how Yandi designed his son? Ten thousand dead people couldn't kill him. He used Yan Ming's mother's family to lead him into a trap

The dead men on the high wall held bows and arrows, all aimed at Yan Ming.

These people are the spies of Yan Emperor!

These spies are waiting here blatantly and fearlessly.

Behind Huaxi, a dead man in black nodded and smiled faintly: "there are still three hours to kill a hundred people in the eighth King's house. If it's late, the remaining servants in your house, even the people of your mother's family, will be executed."

Yan Mingyi's red clothes were floating in the wind and snow. When he waved, all the dead men's bows and arrows were broken

Yan Ming stepped forward step by step, and the glazed double pupils were faint and frozen: "then he was executed."

The dead man who had just spoken held his seriously injured arm and clenched his teeth and said, "even if we force you with an arrow, we won't save you? Your mother's concubine is in that prison because of you. You should understand why she is in a low position."

Yan Ming sneered: "their death is just a way for my father to lead me to death. Tell my father that if you want to kill me, just follow the law. I want to see whether the father's sword is fast or the life of the soldiers of Eastern Shu is fast."

"Eighth Lord - are you serious about not saving your mother's concubine?"

"Twenty thousand forbidden troops in the palace are ready, and thirty thousand infantry are missing in the barracks. Tell me, is this big palace still peaceful today? How many people should be in the prison that day to kill the king?"

In this way, not only the dead were shocked, but even Huaxi was stunned... She thought the trap was just those poisonous insects, but she didn't think that the inkstone emperor had prepared so many people to kill Yan Ming alone?

According to the royal decree, it is a fixed number to kill the nine families without involving the prince.

But if the emperor insists on killing, even if the law is in front, it can't be stopped. One can kill Yan Ming!

But Yan Ming will not be caught without a hand.

If Yandi is defeated in broad daylight and the soldiers of tens of thousands of people are killed, Yan Ming's martial arts will be discovered by the world. The world will only think that Yandi is very afraid of Yan Ming, the eighth prince, so he will find an excuse to kill him.

If so, the emperor will kill his son. It will not be nice to hear it out.

Now, Yan Emperor does not kill the prince in front of the nine families, so he can also have a good reputation.

If Yan Ming robbed the prison, even if he lost more soldiers, Yan Emperor would kill Yan Ming. Even if the world found how strong Yan Ming's ability is, it's useless. Because the world saw the death of Princess Yan Si and Yan Ming's killing to save his own people.

The world never sees the truth or right or wrong.

The world... Just wants to believe what they want to see, doesn't it?

Huaxi buried his head in the boy's arms. Qingyin said, "if they have bad intentions, kill them and leave none."

Nodding, the dense eyes have become cold.

Huaxi stood on Yan Ming's side, looked at the dead man on the wall and the dead man in black not far in front of him, and said again, "don't leave anyone who is harmful to you. Do what you want to do, regardless of what I think."

Yan Ming's lips were slightly raised, and his peerless appearance was demonic. He said faintly, "look at how I kill people. If you're not afraid, consider getting married."

Huaxi clenched his teeth and looked at him: "if I want to marry you in the future, I must learn martial arts well! Otherwise, when Emperor Yan kills you, won't I become your weakness?"

Yan Ming raised his eyebrows slightly: "have you become my weakness?"

He stopped talking, turned around, and the suction of his palm was great. He had grasped the dead man's neck in front. In an instant, his neck was torn off and his blood sprinkled on the ground.

Head separation

Huaxi looked at Yan Ming with a pale face: "this... Is not bloody!"

"What about this?"

Yan Ming smiled and looked at the high wall with cold eyes. Some poisonous insects flew out of the night in an instant. The dead men on the high wall burst into fog red in the snow

In a flash, they were all dead.

Huaxi looked at it in a daze and swallowed his saliva: "how can you... How can you teach me martial arts like this? You're so fast, i... how can I learn it?"

She said, but she didn't want to see Yan Ming's slightly wrinkled eyebrows.

At night, he stood in a pool of blood, coagulating the painting stream and said, "why?"

"What? Why?"

Yan Ming coagulated the blood in his hand and deliberately held Huaxi's arm: "I think you hate me to kill and like me to save people, but you have to watch me kill, but you have to follow my ideas and stop persuading me to save people. Why?"

He asked twice for a "why".

Huaxi looked at the blood in Yan Ming's hand and carefully wiped it with his sleeve: "if you go to save your mother, not only your mother will die, but also you will die, so I listen to you, because I think you are right. I advise you to kill because these people threaten you and advise you to die. In this way, their death is well deserved and unimpeded."

Her voice was deliberately gentle and gentle. Such words came from huaisu.

Just like this change, Yan Ming didn't understand it.

Yan Ming looked at the gentle action of Huaxi and slightly withdrew his hand: "in my eyes, there is no right or wrong, only want to do or don't want to do. Even if my father didn't set a trap to kill me, I wouldn't go to the prison."

"Why?" Huaxi suddenly nodded and looked at Yan Ming's appearance without waves and waves.

Since the first meeting, there was a lazy smile in the boy's eyes. The smile bloomed in the cold, like an enchanting flower, which can be absorbed at a glance.

There was no expression from his first murder to his last.

Killing seems to be something he is used to.

Yan Ming looked down at Huaxi with his lips slightly raised: "if there is a first time, there will be a second time. He is the father emperor and the inkstone emperor. He will not go back on what he wants to do. If he wants to kill me once, he will want to kill his mother once. On the day when his martial arts were exposed to his eyes, his mother was imprisoned. Life is better than death. It is impossible to die. If it is painful, it is over."

Those smiling eyes are cold, like a cold pool under broken ice.

What is death?

For many years in Xizhou, Huaxi had never heard of such a master with excellent martial arts in Dongshu. Just at this time, Huaxi looked at Yan Ming in a daze and asked, "how did Yandi find your martial arts for the first time?"

Yan Ming just sucked the air in winter, looked at the crescent moon in the sky and said, "he took his mother with me to celebrate the peace and stability of the country. At that time, my mother was arrested, and I killed 20000 enemy troops in front of him. Since then, my father began to fear me. After returning to the Imperial City, my mother was imprisoned. At that time, I was only eight years old..."

He called his mother's concubine his mother, not his mother's concubine.

He occasionally called his father emperor inkstone emperor.

It's more like him.

——Then why don't you run away with your mother?

——Why stay in Dongshu all the time?

——Why keep torturing?

Huaxi opened her mouth, but never asked, because she saw the answer at dawn. Finally, I understand what is called "dying can't" and what is called "dying".

Yan Ming's mother, Princess Hui, and all the family members of the eighth Prince's residence were brought to the beheading platform at dawn.

It's snowy. All the people here are watching.

That is, today, Huaxi saw the woman of mingyanzhou, kneeling in front of the guillotine, her eyes shining in the direction of the palace.