Tyrant Wants Matrilocal Marriage

Accidents are common in the imperial city. People are talking about Lord Yan.

In troubled times, there are many assassins from the enemy country. After Lord Yan supervised the killing of the family members of the eighth Prince's residence, his body was exposed at the end of a street in the imperial city. When the body was found, an inch of snow had fallen on it.

After the body was carried away by Yandi's people, the imperial list was published. It was said that someone saw the painter of Kyoto, Xizhou personally enter the imperial city and kill Lord Yan. But no one knows who the person playing the imperial court is, only a woman.

As soon as this happened, the people were angry.

The imperial city governor and guard sent two thousand troops to stop dozens of painters directly outside the Imperial City, and the leader was painters general Hua Wu. Hua Wu struggled with the painters and was taken back to the imperial palace.

This prison is not the place where ordinary people are located. Only those who have committed serious crimes are dealt with here. The punishment is even worse. Many people have only heard of it, but have never seen it. Only because those who have seen it die in heaven.

Huawu was imprisoned and walked in the imperial city.

On the side of Wu's body, two thousand imperial soldiers and horses closely surround him. As long as you move a minute, the poisonous insect will erode his heart. Painting martial arts can only stop internal power. He looks down at the snow on the upper layer of the vamp.

The soldiers and horses in front suddenly stopped.

Huawu stopped and quietly stared at the beauty outside the palace, slightly surprised——

The beauty was dressed in a man's official dress, her black hair was tied high, valiant, and her eyebrows were rare tenderness. Such a beauty is a military general? East Shu is a different place in the end. Huawu smiles.

All the soldiers bent over and shouted, "general Nian."

Nian huaisu smiled and raised his hand: "Ben will personally escort general Huawu to heaven prison, so you can recover your life."

The soldiers stood in a row, all bent down and obeyed orders, while Huawu and the army of painters were left here to wait for huaisu's next move this year.

Painting Wu chin, dark eyes dispersed the light in the snow, said nothing, just looked quietly.

In, huaisu stepped forward on the snow, looked at the insects on Wu's shoulder and sneered: "those people know how to catch people. The insects are on you, and you are obedient."

Blood Gu, if you use internal power to stop it, you will die directly. The generals in this painting obviously know the blood Gu. In this way, these Eastern Shu soldiers can catch it without effort. Just

Nian huaisu frowned and looked at the man in pink shirt among the dozens of people.

The ups and downs of the eyes rippled with mockery.

Nian huaisu turned to his side and whispered, "if you know what the end of running away is, follow ben to heaven prison. Ben will do the interrogation for Yan Emperor."

After that, Nian huaisu paced.

Looking at Nian huaisu's back, Hua Wu clenched his fist and followed. Just all the way, the Nian general didn't look back at them. At the moment when he stepped into the heaven prison, Huai Su looked back faintly that year.

That look back, is absolutely beautiful.

The heavenly prison is not as bloody as it is rumored, and it is even brighter than the punishment Department of Kyoto. It's spacious here. There are more torture tools and more cells than the cautious punishment department.

It's just that there are no prisoners here.

Hua Wu looked at Nian huaisu and said softly, "girl, is she from the eighth Prince's house?"

"Yes."

"Why did the girl work for Yan Emperor again?"

"I would have only worked for the strong." Nian huaisu smiled, and the door of the cell was blown open at the moment when her arm was slightly extended. She leaned over and looked respectful and fell here, but in a faint voice, "painter army, I'll live here now."

Those painters, helpless by the blood bugs on their bodies, gnawed their teeth and went into the cell.

Huawu had never entered. Standing in the open space, the handsome face brought some exploration: "I don't know why general Nian works for Yandi this time, but for what?"

Why?

Is it power to work for the emperor's family?

It's not interesting to ask like this.

In, huaisu smiled, and Chengzhan's bright eyes fell down from a layer of high windows: "what is the purpose of painting the military general's army to work for Xizhou, that will be for Dongshu."

Hua Wu smiled: "for the sake of righteousness?"

Nian huaisu glanced slightly, and his slender fingers gently pinched the blood Gu on Wu's shoulder: "that's the great righteousness."

The blood bug was taken by Nian huaisu and directly crushed.

Hua Wu was shocked by Nian huaisu's martial arts. Can the frightening blood Gu be crushed like this? His face was stiff and white. He coagulated Nian huaisu faintly and asked again, "who does the girl follow?"

"It's the eighth Prince's house."

"Where does the eighth Lord follow?" asked Hua Wu tirelessly.

Nian huaisu pressed his hand on the cell door and held his sword in the other hand. His gentle eyebrows became colder: "if I tell you, can you tell Ben where the river will be painted?"

When Nian huaisu said this, Huawu sneered.

Immediately, Huawu went directly into the cell and closed the prison door himself.

Hua Wu sat on the floor of his cell and looked down at Nian huaisu: "general Nian must know better than anyone whether Lord Yan died at the hands of the painter army. What does it mean to catch shemei and bring us back? I guess I don't have to explain?"

Nian huaisu was stunned and immediately smiled.

This painting is a good leather bag of Wu Sheng, but it is not the vase. Although his martial arts are poor, his brain is easier to use. But if he asked again, he couldn't find the whereabouts of Huaxi.

But all she wants is the death of Huaxi!

Nian huaisu sneered in his heart, but he still put on that gentle look: "draw a general, now stay here."

After that, Nian huaisu turned and walked.

It was getting dark, and the light in the cell darkened immediately. On that day, the jailers in the prison followed orders. It seemed that there was no one here except the painter army.

Draw Wu by the wall, close your eyes and rest.

On one side, a painter army gently pulled Huawu's sleeve: "general... We secretly came out to find the painting girl, but no one knows Kyoto. If we can't go back this time, we'll really die."

On one side, another soldier whispered, "if the Kyoto government knows, it can also find envoys to rescue."

"What's the use of rescuing? East Shu is the only continent country, and the troops in Kyoto are so weak. What can we do?"

"Is it difficult to wait to die?"

"The general didn't seem malicious that year. He didn't torture us. It was dangerous to intrude into other countries. Unfortunately, only dozens of us came. If the whole painter army came, who could catch us?"

“……”

The painter Jun said one word after another. Huawu still leaned there indifferently, slightly opened his eyes, looked at the moonlight in the high window and smiled.

Huaxi walked with him halfway. He couldn't bear Yan Ming and chose to leave alone.

That's the case. When the painter army was captured, Huaxi could be missed... If she was caught, she would certainly be tortured by the Yan Emperor now?

If so... Is really not far from death.

As long as Huaxi can escape for a day, his heart is stable and fearless.

The 200000 troops of the painter army are unique in Kyoto, but what is it for this eastern Shu? There is a river in Beiyuan, a single Jue in Nanyue, a strong military force in Eastern Shu supported by Yan Emperor, and what is there in Xizhou?

West state, there's nothing.

If no one in Xizhou can compete with Jiang Zeyi or even Nanyue Danjue in the next few decades, Xizhou will be really over

Hua Wu looked down at the cocoon in his hand and clenched it tightly. Even if he has a high martial arts talent, he is still not as good as a female general in Eastern Shu, isn't he?

If... If the painter army can also produce a female general, is everything different?

If Xizhou can also guard with a lifeline as high as Shan Jue's martial arts, the rivers and mountains of Xizhou must be different and will surpass Dongshu!

Thinking, Huawu got up directly, stood under the high window and looked at the falling snow: "we must find a way to go back, we must go back..."

He murmured, and the army of painters fell silent.

Everyone got up and looked at Huawu, and half knelt down again: "we will follow the general to the death!"

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