Tyrant Wants Matrilocal Marriage

In the imperial city of Eastern Shu, the imperial guards besieged the city.

The people were closed, everything seemed quiet, and the night was cold and peaceful, as well as cold and desolate.

After the wine shop, a petite figure hid behind the huge bucket, looked at the scene of the inspection of the forbidden guards in front in panic, and collapsed directly in the snow.

Huaxi's face was stiff and white. He rubbed his hands carefully and breathed a sigh.

She knew that Hua Wu was arrested, but how could Yan's brother kill him? Obviously she killed it with Yan Ming, but why did the inkstone emperor punish his brother? If you commit a crime, you should catch yourself. What does it have to do with your brother?

The painting brook clenches its teeth, and its beautiful eyes reflect the front of the night. The guards gradually left the streets and lanes. Huaxi got up and went carefully in the direction of the eighth Prince's residence.

At this moment, a cold blade has fallen on the neck of Huaxi.

The light of the blade reflected the confusion in the painted stream's eyes.

She swallowed her saliva and said cautiously, "if the sword doesn't have eyes, don't --"

At this moment, Huaxi stared.

The reflection of the blade also reflects the woman's extremely beautiful face. The woman's face is gentle. A pair of eyes like water dispel the cold in winter. The beautiful person is Nian huaisu!

Nian huaisu, want to kill her?

Huaxi turned sideways, carefully hid the sword, and looked at Nian huaisu in a daze: "sister huaisu, Yan Mingke is here?"

Nian huaisu did not accept the sword, but smiled: "No."

When he said this, the sword was one minute closer to Huaxi's neck. Huaxi only knew that the arm under his sleeve was trembling. The snow was falling in succession, cold and broken ice in the beauty's eyes.

Then, in an instant, there was the sound of soldiers running behind Nian huaisu.

When the forbidden troops heard the sound here, they rushed here.

All the forbidden troops stood behind Nian huaisu and leaned over: "Congratulations, general, on finding this fish."

In unison.

Nian huaisu smiled and coagulated the veil on Huaxi's face. Instead, he said, "the inkstone emperor has an order. If you catch it, you'll be killed. It's appropriate to take the body back."

In, huaisu reached out and touched the veil of Huaxi.

Huaxi retreated: "you -- you're going to kill me?"

She panicked and ran away.

At this moment, the sword had stabbed into the back of Huaxi, the blood flowed out, and the clothes were cold. The tingling feeling was more painful than the injury at any time. When the sword stirred for a minute, the sound of broken bones sounded.

Huaxi fell to the ground and kept retreating.

In the dark night, it seems that everyone's eyes are indifferent, and everyone wants to kill her!

Nian huaisu looked down at her, and there was still that indifferent smile on his lips. His gentle eyebrows were as cold as a bone at the moment. Immediately, the bloody sword was raised directly.

Huaxi suddenly closed his eyes.

But there was a wind in her ear. The wind was so refreshing that her clothes rippled up, and the snowflakes were bloody on her face.

Painting streams condenses the eyes, but the body shakes like a sieve.

The darkness ahead extends for tens of miles.

The beautiful and seductive young man stood at the end of the alley. His strong red clothes rose in the air amid the wind in the palm of his hand. His glazed eyes stared at the forbidden army holding the knife with a smile.

And that smile is the beginning of blood.

Just a slap, the tens of forbidden troops behind Nian huaisu have become a blood mist!

Yan Ming looked sideways, stepped forward again, slapped again, and dozens of people fell to the ground. The whole blood tribe was on the veil of Huaxi. The blood was warm and cold.

Yan Ming stood so far away, looking at Huaxi and the wound that penetrated her shoulder. With each step forward, the bloody footprints stepped out.

Yan Ming said with a smile, "everyone who sees you must die here. If I miss the wind, I can't protect you."

With this remark, other forbidden troops have fled.

Everyone's indifference turned into fear.

Everyone's indifference turned into timidity.

Yan Ming held out his hand. Nian huaisu's sword was smashed. The broken blade between his sleeves had come out with the wind and directly penetrated the necks of the remaining dozens of guards.

The blood is only a flash.

Huaxi tried his best to open his mouth: "Yan... Ming!"

She wanted to get up and go to Yan Ming's side, but the pain of the injury made her unable to hold on for a moment, and the darkness swept directly.

The slender arm fell heavily on the ground, silent, and the painting river was already lying in a pool of blood.

The snow was falling, and the cold was finally melted by the blood.

Yan Ming nodded and coagulated. Looking at Nian huaisu's pale face, he whispered, "this is the first and last time to be good at making claims."

Although he was laughing, his eyes were especially cold.

Bending down, Yan Ming directly hugs Huaxi in his arms. He doesn't look at Nian huaisu at all. He steps on the lightness skill and directly sweeps away from the lingering place of the night.

Here, only Nian huaisu and these bodies are left.

Dozens of bodies lay in the snow, still warm.

"Save one person, and kill dozens of people." Nian waisu smiled and fell directly into the snow. The blood under his sleeve had fallen down his arm and dripped into the snow.

She was half kneeling and clenched her fist.

She thought she was a different existence in Yan Ming's heart. She thought Yan Ming wouldn't treat her like that! But now? In order to save the girl she just met, her proud eighth Prince hurt herself?

That palm, fell all disappointment and despair.

Nian huaisu sat in a pool of blood and stared at the sky: "if one day, will you kill me for her? Surely... But even so, the last general will follow the Lord to the death..."

She smiled, her eyes were dense and falling, her tears fell, but she was clean by the wind.

Behind him came footsteps.

In the year, huaisu's side eyes coagulated——

Those forbidden troops who heard the sound looked at the corpse in the pool of blood and the injured Nian huaisu, and took out their swords: "general Nian, what's going on?"

All the forbidden troops are afraid. How many generals did huaisu surpass in martial arts? Even the inkstone emperor was timid in this year. But now, Nian huaisu was hurt!

Nian huaisu just said gently, "it's a dead soldier of the enemy country. Go after it."

She lied and pointed in the opposite direction to the eighth Prince's house.

Those imperial guards were ordered to go there, but she got up holding the street wall and went step by step in the direction of the eighth King's house. There, is her return, and Yan Emperor asked her to supervise Yan Ming's return!

Even if Yan Ming hates her again, she must go back.

With every step of Nian huaisu's line, his injuries are like exploding. But Nian huaisu was not afraid of such pain. After entering the house, he knelt in the house yard!

She quietly faced the frost and snow and sank her voice: "so, it's convenient to make amends to the Lord at the end of the lunch."

She smiled, looked at the light of the main room in the distance, and closed her eyes.

The snow grew heavier and heavier, and layers of frost and snow solidified on the shoulders.

It was extremely dark, but the people in the house didn't see the man kneeling in the snow. The lights went out in an instant.

……

It was dark inside.

There was only the sound of snow falling in the palace.

Nian huaisu quietly looked at the front. The halo of star moon insects flashed in the black room. The halo became lighter and lighter, and then dissipated.

Did he... Use the stars and moon to heal Huaxi?

Nian huaisu bent his eyes, gently coagulated the blood stains on his sleeves and stroked them.

Squeak——

With the sound of the window opening, the scattered star and Moon Halo became brighter and brighter. The star and moon insects passed through layers of wind and snow and fell directly into Nian huaisu's palm.

Her hands were all bloody and dry, and she was dyed red together with the stars and moon insects.

Nian huaisu suddenly looked at the window. It was late and the window had already been closed.

The insect immediately entered her sleeve.

The injured area recovered with great speed, and the pain dissipated with great speed. In, huaisu's eyes were lonely, holding the dead star and moon, bent over and worshipped the main house.

Tears drop into the snow.

Nian huaisu knew what Yan Ming meant and that she shouldn't stay here anymore.

She pretended to smile and turned around, holding the empty scabbard. The silence left here should be for the eighth prince, shouldn't she?

Or the silence of the painted stream.

Step by step, until Nian huaisu's figure completely left the hospital, the closed window was open again. The young man in strong red clothes leaned against the window and looked at it faintly.

He didn't say anything, just looked at the footprints that left and couldn't move for a long time. The winter wind swept the warmth in the house, but Yan Ming never closed the window.

There are two deep pit marks in the snow, which are caused by Nian huaisu's kneeling feet.

Yan Ming looked at it, and the hand under his sleeve trembled the same. Until there was a sound behind him, Yan Ming closed the window. He quietly looked at the awakened man on the bed and smiled at the corner of his lips: "draw the river."