Tyrant Wants Matrilocal Marriage

Although the sound of running on the snow in the eight kings' residence is small, it is obvious. Huaxi left Nian huaisu's room without much effort.

"Did you talk about anything?"

Yan Ming leaned lightly on the tall tree, looked at the moon sky faintly, and smiled. That pair of glazed eyes reflect the snow-white moon, full of silence.

In a flash, Yan Ming put on his mask, stepped on the lightness skill and went towards the palace. The lightness skill was so fast that even the palace guards didn't notice the strong red shadow of the night sky.

The shadow finally fell at the mouth of heaven prison.

The guards guarding the heaven prison held up their swords and stared at Yan Ming in the snow night: "breaking into the heaven prison without permission should be a capital crime!"

Yan Ming paced forward, waving his sleeves, and the insects swept through the air——

The eight guards at the mouth of the heavenly prison were silent in an instant, leaving only the sound of landing. Yan Ming lowered his eyes and looked at the body at his feet through the mask.

From the birds fly together.

Under the layers of shadows, reflecting the movement of Yan Ming bending down, he directly held the ankles of the two bodies and stepped into the heaven prison step by step.

At every step, the guards fell down and died. Until Yan Ming came to the cell, he loosened the body in his hand, gently kneaded the slender finger and half leaned against the wall: "Huawu."

Yan Ming's voice was faint, but his smile was awe inspiring.

In the cell, the artist Jun, who was originally in trouble, stood up quickly because of this sound, and they all coagulated Yan Ming outside the cell.

He was dressed in red, similar to blood. The pupil under the mask showed the moonlight under the high window, which was extremely beautiful. Those eyes looked at the wary Huawu in the cell.

He drew Wu's chin and said in a deep voice, "what does this mean?"

"Save you."

Painting Wu's eyebrow tip raised, but smiled: "eighth Lord?"

Before he finished, the lock on the cell fell to the ground.

When Yan Ming didn't do anything, the lock fell to the ground!

Hua Wu looked at Yan Ming with cold eyes: "this is the eastern Shu palace. Do you carry the inkstone emperor and let us go? Do you think about the consequences?"

Yan Ming picked up the lock and looked lightly: "I can't take dozens of people out of the palace. You're a smart man."

Although this is a smile, it is already cold.

Those painters were stunned. If they only saved Huawu, what should they do? Wait until dawn to die? All painters put their eyes on Huawu——

Huawu clenched his fist: "can't they go?"

Hua Wu came forward and pushed open the door of the cell. He was surprised

On the road outside the prison that day, bodies were on the ground. All the guards were killed by Yan Ming alone? The martial arts of the guards guarding the painter army are at the level of generals!

At this thought, Huawu was sweating all over. He looked at Yan Ming quietly and closed his eyes slightly: "did Xi'er find you?"

"Yes."

Huawu clenched his fist and his mind was shaking. If you don't go out of the heavenly prison in this Palace this time, how can you save these brothers who share weal and woe with him? If you don't go out, you can't save people!

The moment Wu stepped out of his cell, he turned and bowed directly to the painters: "if you go out this time, I will find a way to save you!"

The shadow was elongated, and all the painters saw the trembling above the shadow of Huawu.

An army of painters came forward and said, "we believe that the painting general can certainly save us! If we get out of trouble together in this palace, it must be a disgraceful thing!"

"The general is out of trouble. One day we will be on the Dharma field, and it will not be too late for the general to save us!"

"General Hua, we must bring the news back to Xizhou, to Kyoto mansion and to the painter army! If Xizhou is willing to send envoys here, we will be wronged!"

“……”

All the painters bowed down, clenched their fists and saluted the painters. As like as two peas of the rising of the painting, Yan Yin stretched out his hand. In that hand, he put a skin mask like a cicada, and the mask was exactly the same as painting.

Yan Ming glanced faintly: "look at the two bodies. The one is similar to your body shape, so change clothes with him."

With that, Yan Ming walked slowly.

The young man's shadow was gradually elongated under the shadow of the prison on this day. Without much thought, Huawu exchanged his clothes with the corpse, covered the human skin mask on the corpse, and followed Yan Ming out of the prison on this day.

All the way, there are corpses at your feet.

Those bodies were unharmed, but there was no heartbeat.

Huawu's heart palpitation naturally saw that Yan Ming stopped at the mouth of heaven prison, so he immediately stopped.

Yan Ming looked back at Huawu and took off his mask. His white face was less flirtatious and clear: "it's inhumane and unjust for you to choose to abandon the painter's army here."

Such words, Huawu can understand.

He looked at Yan Ming and bit his voice: "the eighth Lord should know that the soldiers in Xizhou are weak and will not send troops, even envoys to the East Shu. Even if the Kyoto government knows, it will only give up the lives of these soldiers."

"But you just promised to save these soldiers."

"If it's not right, even if the eighth Prince steals a beam and changes a pillar to save the general, they will still tell the general of Eastern Shu about his movements. If you save him, you will always be implicated. If they have hope, they won't break the secret. The emperor of Eastern Shu will only think that an assassin has entered heaven's prison and killed those guards just to intercept me."

Huawu said, his dark and handsome eyes were a little cold.

The coldness is bound to be more cruel than this winter. Yan Ming only smiled faintly when he looked at the painting. The smile with unknown meaning made the painting frown.

The existence of the painter army is for Xizhou. If even he, the leader of the painter army, died in Dongshu, what should Xizhou do? For the sake of righteousness, those painters must die.

Their death is not a loss.

These paintings all understand that, finally, the slightly pursed lip line finally added a smile: "I will thank the eighth Lord for the painter's help."

Yan Ming stretched lazily, looked at the bright meaning in the distance, and knew that the palace had noticed the trend here. The moment he turned back, he had pulled Huawu's shoulder. In an instant, he swept to a height of ten feet. In an instant, he crossed the night and came out of the palace. And all this happened in an instant.

Since it fell into the eighth Prince's residence, Huawu has not been reflected. Standing in the snow, he nearly stumbled.

The early morning light had already fallen in the courtyard of the eight kings' residence.

Nian huaisu was holding his sword and standing in front of Yan Ming: "I don't know that the eighth Lord did such a thing behind my back?"

Nian huaisu nodded and looked at Huawu, with a gentle smile on his eyebrows.

Huawu stood up straight and glanced at Nian huaisu: "general Nian betrayed the eighth Lord and worked for Yan Emperor. Now he still stays in the eighth Lord's house, which makes Ben very strange."

That's very impolite.

Nian huaisu didn't think so. He didn't reply to Hua Wu's words. Instead, he covered his sleeves and smiled: "the inkstone emperor sent a message yesterday to kill the painter army at noon. I was just trying to recover my previous mistake. However, the eighth Lord was cruel and could bring you out directly. The painting general should remember to return us the eighth Lord."

Beheading?

Hua Wu's face suddenly turned white: "will he be beheaded today?"

Hua Wu tugged Nian huaisu's sleeve tightly, but Nian huaisu didn't take Hua Wu's hand away. Instead, he looked at the direction behind Hua Wu and smiled.

There, the door opened with a squeak.

A figure came towards Huawu at a very fast speed, directly buried in Huawu's arms and cried loudly: "brother, Xi'er thought he would never see his brother."

Painting Wu was originally a pale face. When he saw the man in his arms, he dismissed the pale face. He gently rubbed Huaxi's hair and whispered, "my brother is all right. My brother will take you back to Kyoto immediately. No one can bully you."

He seems to give all his tenderness to the person in his arms.

The snow gradually stopped.

When the man in his arms nodded and congealed, he was full of laughter. Huaxi directly wiped the tears off his face: "what about the painter army? What about Zhang Lan?"

Huaxi was talking about the names of those painters, but he didn't see the iron blue of Huawu's face at the moment.

Huawu looks at Yan Ming in a daze and releases his arm involuntarily.

Huaxi looked at Yan Ming along the look of Huawu and smiled: "I know you will help me! You must have done it if my brother can be saved."

The light of sunrise scattered on the face of Huaxi, and the dimple like a flower fell on the glass eyes.

Yan Mingwei glanced at Huawu, and the corners of his lips rose with a smile: "after saving your brother, he can have a way to rob the Dharma field and save the painter army, okay?"

Huaxi was stunned, and then nodded fiercely: "I understand!"

Hua Wu listens to Yan Ming's words, but his eyebrows are frowning. How can he rob the Dharma field? What's more, he never said he would rob the Dharma center! What does Yan Ming mean?

Just at the mouth of heaven prison, Yan Ming asked with deep meaning what it meant?

Maybe it was intentional

Huawu clenched his fist, but he could only nod his head in front of Huaxi: "in the afternoon, the painter army will be beheaded. If I rob the Dharma Center -"

"My brother can save the painter army!" Huaxi looked at Huawu calmly. "My brother said that the painter army is our painter's life. Unless we die in war, we will never leave alive! Xi'er will rob the Dharma field with my brother!"

She clenched her fist and had too much trust in her voice.

It was at this moment that Hua Wu understood what Yan Ming's words meant

The wind brushed Yan Ming's hair. He stood under the pine, his thin lips were red and flirtatious, and the light of the morning hit the glass pupil, a touch of cunning.

Nian huaisu also looked at Yan Ming with Huawu's eyes, and the corners of his lips also outlined a smile.

If Huawu doesn't save the painter army, there is a gap between Huaxi and Huawu, then Huaxi can't get out of the imperial city and will stay with Yan Ming; But if Hua Wu's lonely army wants to save the painter army, then Hua Wu's life will still stay in the East Shu, and Hua Xi still can't get out of the imperial city. No matter how Huawu chooses, his sister can't take it away after all.

However, Yan Ming saved Huawu just for Huaxi. Nian huaisu knew it well.

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