Tyrant Wants Matrilocal Marriage

Although the day is bright, it does not mean that everything is quiet.

It was an hour later that Huawu left the eighth Prince's residence with Huaxi. There were many death and injury guards in the heavenly prison of the imperial palace. The palace naturally sent some people to search the imperial city.

The focus of the search is the eight Wangfu.

The vermilion gate of the eighth Prince's residence was open, while Yan Ming was leaning on the pine branches and resting with his eyes closed. His mask covered the light from the sunset and his demonic face.

A bodyguard came forward and nodded.

The fierce red shirt slipped on the tree trunk. The boy shook his legs. His voice was clear through the mask and said, "can you find anything in the eighth Prince's house?"

The bodyguard arched his head: "there was an accident in the heavenly prison. Emperor Yan asked the servants to check door-to-door. The eighth Lord still didn't blame the recklessness of the servants. After this inspection, nothing was found."

"Oh..."

Yan Ming's voice lengthened, seemed to be laughing and sighing.

The bodyguard's face sank, bent over and said, "I'll leave my humble post first."

As soon as he looked up, he saw that the boy on the tree trunk moved his arm. The guard didn't leave, but continued to wait: "what do you want from the eighth Lord?"

"Oh... I didn't tell you, but I just wanted to ask you some questions." Yan Ming's slender finger touched the mask for a minute, slightly moved away, revealed his beautiful pupils, and all his eyes focused on the bodyguard.

The bodyguard's face turned red and said in a deep voice, "please tell me, eighth Lord."

Yan Ming nodded and stared at the sun above the sky and said with a smile, "something happened in heaven prison, but what happened?"

"The painter's army leader, Hua Wu, is dead, and the inkstone emperor has been buried."

"Well..." Yan Ming looked lazily, and the color of his pupils was more lazy. He just looked at the guard, who bent his waist lower.

The bodyguard quickly added one more sentence: "Emperor Yan ordered to kill the remaining painter army at noon. He also said that he asked the junior officials to investigate the assassin who assassinated the jailer and the forbidden army as much as possible, and asked the junior officials to find the real murderer of Huawu."

Yan Ming smiled gently, naturally fastened the mask on his face, and jumped up and down.

When he fell in front of the bodyguard, the bodyguard dared to nod and look: "if the eighth Prince has nothing else to do, he will be removed from his humble position and go to the next house for investigation."

Yan Ming turned aside his face and gently raised his warm jade jaw: "then you have to tell the Yan Emperor that there are no assassins in the eight kings house. Don't wait for the Yan Emperor to ask and check the eight kings house again. At that time, the king will be angry."

When the bodyguard's body was stiff, he naturally understood Yan Ming's meaning.

Although the eight princes were young, it was not a rumor that they were different from the Yan Emperor. Looking at Yan Ming's words, the bodyguard could only bend over and answer, and then retreated.

The emptiness of the eighth Prince's residence will be there in an instant.

In, huaisu stood in front of the door with a sword and looked back at Yan Ming: "cut it at noon. Can you go?"

"Go."

"Help draw martial arts?"

"He was executed by Yandi's people. It's inconvenient for the king to take Huaxi away?" Yan Ming smiled and went towards Nian huaisu. He just walked to the door, but Yan Ming found that Nian huaisu didn't move a step.

Nian huaisu frowned: "there's one thing that I don't know should be said or not?"

Yan Ming turned back and said, "say."

Nian huaisu looked up and down at Yan Ming's strong red clothes and sighed softly: "your mother's concubine has just been buried. You've been criticized for wearing this red. It's not right to see people cutting off and wearing this red."

"This is her favorite color."

"But this is not your favorite color, Lord."

Yan Ming picked the tip of his eyebrows, put his hands directly behind the back of his head, walked away and said with a smile: "preference is not an important thing for the king."

Such words should be in Nian huaisu's heart, but they are filled with emotion.

In, huaisu just quietly closed the door of the eighth Prince's house, and followed Yan Ming to the place where he killed the painter army. Walking, thinking about something.

Yan Ming looked sideways: "Yan Emperor executed 100 people in the eighth Prince's residence, but didn't kill you. I can understand that you had taken refuge in Yan Emperor at that time?"

This cold question made Nian huaisu laugh.

Every step of Nian huaisu stepped on Yan Ming's footprints, walked along the snow road that grew to the street and said, "it's the blessing of the last general to be appreciated by the inkstone emperor."

"You can't lie."

"Emperor Yan said that the last general's martial arts can command the army of Eastern Shu. There are not many people in Eastern Shu who can compete with the last general. Of course, the last general did not say that you, the eighth Lord, taught the last general all these martial arts."

"Tut, he will only be more afraid of the king."

Yan Ming smiled, slightly stretched out his arm, and then the cold snow in his palm. The heat in his palm dissipated the snow and dropped water in an instant. At the moment when the drop of water fell between him, it was cold into ice beads and fell to the ground in an instant

Boots stop.

Nian huaisu was still frozen with the ice beads falling into frost and snow. Looking at Yan Ming's slender back, he was deeply surprised

His martial arts are improving every day.

The ice bead is not because of the cold weather, but because of his internal power!

How many people can do this at this age?

Even the Nanyue Shan Jue can't do it?

Nian huaisu has never seen Yan Ming practice martial arts or cultivate internal skills. Yan Ming's martial arts can do so day and night. How many people in this world can do this?

There are not many people who are chosen by heaven to enter the troubled world.

If Yan Ming goes to practice martial arts seriously, what will his martial arts look like? Just thinking about these, Nian huaisu's eyebrows screwed up. Even when Yan Ming turned to see her, the screwed up did not correct.

This is the place where the painter army will be executed. Some people have stopped.

Looking around, Huawu didn't appear.

Yan Ming looked around calmly and sighed, "sister Huai Su, what are you thinking?"

Nian huaisu said in a deep voice: "after a incense stick, you will be beheaded. If Huawu shows up, you will certainly be caught. At that time, if Huaxi asked you to save it, why didn't you save it?"

Yan Ming was stunned and then laughed: "painting the river is not so selfish."

"Selfish?"

"Last night, the king killed so many Dongshu soldiers to save her. She felt remorse. Today, will she let the king kill those Dongshu soldiers who protect the Dharma field for her brother? The king represents Dongshu, and those soldiers are the king's people."

Yan Ming said, his eyes have fallen on the Dharma field.

The crowd was crowded, but no one came here. On the Dharma field, dozens of painters knelt there and looked brightly at the four directions. They are waiting for Hua Wu to save them. Everyone is timid.

Yan Ming smiled and looked at the Dharma field: "if they don't save, they will certainly tell the news that Huawu is not dead. If they save, Huawu will really die. Do you want to save Huawu according to the meaning of Huaxi?"

Nian huaisu whispered, "I will guess at the end, I won't."

Yan Ming glanced at the gate behind the Dharma field. After being slightly surprised, he said faintly: "unfortunately, Yan Emperor already knew that Huawu was not dead, and all the troops were blocked behind the gate of the imperial city. If you can't save it, Huawu can't protect himself."

As soon as this fell, Nian huaisu was surprised.

Nian huaisu looked at Yan Ming in a daze: "how do you know..."

Yan Ming shook his head slightly, but said reluctantly, "listen, the crows who have been shouting all year round behind the city gate have no voice. It must be that many bodyguards have brought arrows."

The voice was faint, as if it had nothing to do with yourself.

After Nian huaisu looked at the Dharma center, it was quiet, but there was no movement, indicating that there were thousands of guards there. She thought, and suddenly saw a tall and slender figure not far from the front!

Huawu!

Nian huaisu tugged Yan Ming's sleeve tightly. Yan Ming's eyes looked at the people there through the mask: "presumably Huawu couldn't get out of the city, but also saw the news. Saving is equal to death. Not saving is also equal to death. It's better to fight hard."

Everything changes only in a moment.

The Dharma continues, and all the painters are tied with reins and kneeling in front.

The painter army seemed to see the paintings among the crowd, and they were all jumping with joy.

Everyone looks with hope.

Everyone, with the eyes of trust.

Yan Ming glanced: "bet?"

Nian huaisu said with a smile, "how to gamble?"

Yan Ming said faintly, "I bet how many bodyguards will die today."

Nian huaisu wondered, why bet on the life and death of the bodyguard?

The martial arts of this painting is not very high. Why are there so many deaths and injuries? Thinking of this, Nian huaisu felt something wrong. He just looked at the painting Wu in the crowd along Yan Ming's eyes

With this look, we can see more things.

At the side of Wu's body, I don't know when a woman stood. The woman seemed to be about 20 years old, and her appearance was very gorgeous. She was even a little more beautiful than Nian huaisu. It's just that the woman's appearance is a little inferior to that girl in Huaxi. However, when did the eastern Shu imperial city have such a strange woman?

Nian huaisu thought for a long time and never wanted to go out.

Just at this moment, Yan Ming sighed: "Liu Luoyuan, the lady who has just passed the door for less than two years, it's interesting to come to Dongshu this time."