Willing To Be a Minister For the Princess Dress

"Someone is coming." He Yuanwu lost a hand, but his ears were as sensitive as ever.

Ups and downs raised the glass, "Everyone is a guest, why don't you come up and have a drink."

He Yuanwu said, "I don't think they will accept your request."

Shenfu sighed, "It's a pity that this table has good food and wine."

He Yuanwu said, "It's all cold dishes, so don't worry about it if it's cold, it won't taste good."

Shen Fu smiled, "I think so too."

Suddenly a man jumped onto the deck from the water.

The official ship is so high that he climbed up from below like a spider.

He was dressed in black, with a black cloth around his face, and a black square scarf on his head. He could only see a pair of eyes.

He Yuanwu drew the knife.

His knife is very slow, slow and gentle, like a lover's hand.

But when this hand touched a person's body, a red blood line appeared.

"Ho, ho—"

The man in black held his throat, staggered a few steps, and fell into the water.

Shenfu and He Yuanwu didn't have time to see the splash of the man in black entering the water is not beautiful.

Because more people in black emerged from the dark night.

They are like ghosts hidden in the water, silently emerging in the fog of the night.

Chen Fu put his hands behind him, and when the second man in black stepped on the deck, he drew out the knife in his hand.

The officers and soldiers on the official ship did not come out.

They guarded every entrance, every door, in the corridor, holding the sword in their hands, and waiting quietly.

Waiting for the shouting outside to end, waiting for the order to go back to sleep, or desperately protecting the ship and the box of official silver in the ship.

More ghosts appeared than imagined.

He Yuanwu even oozes a little sweat on his forehead.

He is no longer young.

For a man nearly half a century old, swinging a knife hundreds of times in a row is no longer an easy task.

boom--

A fallen man in black overturned the table.

Dishes and wine glasses spilled all over the floor, and the pouring bottle rolled into the river water.

He Yuanwu tried his best to control his breathing, and said, "It seems that I am old."

"In my opinion, you are still very young." Shenfu shook off the blood from the tip of the knife, "It's just that we obviously underestimated the guests who came tonight."

The number of visitors exceeded their imagination.

The men in black emerged one after another, and fell one after another.

They seem to be endless, and they don’t feel pain. Even if the ups and downs cut off their arms, they will not hold the broken limbs and wailing, but quickly pick up the sword on the ground with the other hand, and swiftly face it. She and He Yuanwu attacked.

Not to mention that He Yuanwu feels tired, the ups and downs are also somewhat unable to control his breathing.

Her eyes were almost blood red, and the surface of the river illuminated by lanterns was also covered by red liquid.

Too many people.

Shen Fu and He Yuanwu looked at each other.

He Yuanwu affirmed: "Official bank is not worth so many lives."

Ups and downs asked: "Then what is worth?"

"you."

Shen Fu said: "Help me take care of my friend."

He Yuanwu said: "I will not let my friends face danger alone."

"But you will protect more people."

He Yuanwu was silent.

A few steps ups and downs rushed towards the bow, a little on the side of the ship, and the whole person flew up in the sky, like a light swallow, plunged into the darkness. He Yuanwu could only see a back figure-a figure that was almost decisive.

He shouted: "Kill!"

This shout was full of anger, killing intent soaring to the sky, the officers and soldiers who were waiting in battle rushed out from every corner, and the sword in their hands slashed at the man in black mercilessly.

Their martial arts are not as high as those in black, and they are not as painful as those in black.

But they are crowded.

The advantage of a large number of people is that chaos can also kill the master.

When countless knives and swords are slashing at a person without any rules, if you can't escape, it's hard to escape from birth if you have three heads and six arms.

I don't know when, the bright moon fell to the west, and after the sky quickly became darker, a faint light suddenly lit up.

He Yuanwu didn't see the ups and downs, but he saw a big ship looming in the mist that had not yet dispersed.

The artillery is adjusted in reverse.

The gunner is loading ammunition/pill.

Without hesitation, he ordered: "Launch!"

...

"The ups and downs are gone?"

He Yuanwu had never seen such a terrifying Zhao Qin.

She was standing there, no anger was visible on her face, just asking questions calmly.

But he could feel that something in her body was compressing, fermenting, and gestating a powerful and terrifying force. This thing made him tremble, made his lost arm ache again, and made him bow his head and feel Unprecedented guilt.

"She will be fine." Zhao Qin sat down, sitting in the shadows.

He Yuanwu couldn't see the expression in her eyes clearly, he could only see her hand that was painted with bright red kodan on the armrest.

The hand gently rubbed the crested head on the armrest.

One click, very slow, not hard, but very restrained.

"She will be fine."

...

Han family.

Before dawn, the crying sounded first.

"What's the matter?" Patriarch Han hurried over.

The crowd dispersed in a panic, only then did he see clearly the man lying on the ground.

With a hum, Patriarch Han took two steps back subconsciously. It was the old servant behind him who held him tightly, so he didn't lose his stance in front of everyone.

"What's going on, what's going on, what's going on!"

Patriarch Han's eyes were red, roaring, roaring, like a wild beast.

"What's the matter, husband?" The mistress of the Han family was late, and she suddenly had a bad feeling in her heart when she heard her husband's roar. The crowd quickly gave her way, and let her see the person lying on the ground.

She staggered, and the maid couldn't grab her arm and fell directly to the ground.

"Hu'er? Hu'er!" She crawled on her knees to the person lying on the ground, holding his face, looking at those dead eyes, and asked hysterically, "Who is it, who harmed you? Hu'er? Ah, my Hu'er—"

Han Hu, the son of the Han family, the most outstanding young man in the Han family.

Mother Han held her son’s face, suddenly raised her head, looked around sharply, swept everyone around, and questioned: "Did you or did you harm my Hu'er? Did you? is that you?"

Suddenly, her gaze fell on the crowd, suddenly revealing the light of choosing someone to eat.

"Han Ji, come out! It must be you, it must be you who killed your eldest brother, how dare you, how dare you—"

Standing among the crowd, Han Ji, who was suddenly named, frowned.

Although he can't say how much he likes this big and muddy brother, but he is not going to kill him yet, at least not now.

Han Hu's death was completely unexpected to him, but he was not surprised that his aunt had pinned Han Hu's death on his head.

He raised his eyelids and glanced at his father who hadn't looked at him at all. His eyes fell on his aunt, and the corner of his mouth suddenly twitched. This movement was very light, only the Korean mother who had been staring at him closed her pupils.

He said: "I have always been in awe and admiration for my elder brother, but my mother really broke my heart when she said this."

When Patriarch Han heard his wife's accusation, he also found it ridiculous. Even if it was a brother's smashing the wall, there were other ways to kill his brother directly? How could it be possible, he scolded: "Don't be fooling around, go and invite people from Ying Tianfu, my Hu'er can't die in vain, even if I dig three feet in the ground, I will find the person who harmed him."

"It must be him, it must be him, he is usually jealous of Hu'er, it must be he who holds a grudge..."

Mother Han is still accusing Han Ji, who has already expressed grievance and humiliation.

"How can my mother say that to me... My son always, always..."

Han Ji's reputation in the Han family has always been very good.

Gentle and elegant, and kind to his subordinates, although for the subordinates, he was born as a concubine, and compared with the concubine, he is less arrogant than the concubine, so it seems that he is not so noble and superior. The so-called kind treatment makes him even more so. He appears weak and deceptive, but it is precisely because of this behavior that everyone does not believe that he killed someone.

Even Han Hu's younger sister, Han Shu, did not cast doubt on Han Ji.

She hurried over and saw the body of her elder brother. Before she had time to cry, she saw her mad mother and hurriedly helped her up, for fear of seeing the expression of dissatisfaction on her father’s face. The biggest reliance on her and mother at home is her elder brother. Now the eldest brother is in an accident, and if it makes his father even more unhappy, the ladies may fall into trouble at any time and step them into the mud.

"Mother, mother, calm down, calm down, how can Han Ji's trash hurt his eldest brother? He doesn't even know kung fu, eldest brother is a good hand with a sword..."

The daughter's voice recalled Han Mu's sanity. Although she had some truth in what she said, Han Mu's eyes still fixed on Han Ji. Patriarch Han frowned and looked at the corpse of the eldest son on the ground. Grief, but the people looking at the family must stand up. He raised his head: "Except for the mistress and the young lady, everyone in this yard is not allowed to leave."

Mother Han pounced on her son's body, "No, I won't go, I want to stay with Hu'er."

"Han Shu, take your mother back to the room, she needs to calm down, what do you think of her now?"

The ignored Han Ji did not speak.

Perhaps it was because of being reminded frequently by his wife that Patriarch Han finally saw Han Ji this time, and paused, "Han Ji will be by my side and accompany me to meet the people in Yingtianfu."

Han Ji lowered his head and replied respectfully: "Yes."

He was sneer in his heart.

The eldest brother had just had an accident, and his father was already thinking about the next heir.

...

"His Royal Highness is anxious?"

Surprised by the Han family, Ruyi went straight to the hall, and when he saw Zhao Qin, he opened his mouth and asked.

She knew that Zhao Qin had made many plans for the family, and she also knew some of them.

But she was pretty sure that there was absolutely no layout that would be launched now.

I saw that in the shadow, the person who had not known how long had been sitting asked, "Are you in a hurry? I don't feel in a hurry."

Ruyi stared at her, she couldn't see Zhao Qin's face hidden in the darkness, but keenly sensed something was wrong.

"What happened?"

Only Zhao Qin’s voice sounded like a viper hissing--

"If they touch my baby, I will touch their baby. It's fair."

Ruyi's expression cooled down, and his eyebrows suddenly became calm and cruel.

"Afford has something to do?"

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