In the main courtyard of the city palace, only Yan Zhiyu's sons and son-in-law were standing beside him. They were all slightly or seriously injured, and their eyes gradually became frightened.
These people are so awesome.
Yan Zhiyu looked at Leng Fengqing. Although he calmed down a little, he was still shocked.
Su Rushuang actually burst out laughing, laughing so hard that she burst into tears. She looked like a lunatic. Suddenly, she stopped laughing, stretched out her trembling fingers and pointed at Leng Fengqing, hating
Yi Dunsheng: "You're not dead? You have a son. It's ridiculous. It's so ridiculous. A person who should have died did not die. A person who should have lived well has suffered for thirty-six years.
Torture. Leng Fengqing, you have hurt me so much, you should go to hell."
Leng Fengqing ignored her words. Now in her eyes, only Yan Zhiyu was there.
For Yan Zhiyu, thirty-six years have passed, but for her, these thirty-six years seem to be missing, and the hatred of genocide is still yesterday.
Yan Zhiyu also looked at the anger and viciousness in her eyes, and for the first time he felt fear in his heart.
He forced himself to calm down and said: "Take your people away, and I can forget the blame. Otherwise, in Fengdu City, even if you come with an army of 100,000 people, you will not be able to escape unscathed."
Leng Fengqing's voice was calm and hoarse, "We can bring so many people straight into your palace, but you have already lost."
Yan Zhiyu smiled, "Lost? Really?"
He trusted the generals under him, and he must have made careful arrangements to let them come. It is estimated that the archers were ready by now, just waiting to kill them all here.
Fourth Master held Leng Fengqing's hand and said, "Mom, you don't have to talk to him, just sit down and watch!"
After saying that, he kicked up a chair and helped Leng Fengqing sit down.
Yan Zhiyu looked at the fourth master with a hint of complexity in his eyes. He had just seen him take action, and he cut off a master's ear with just one move. This is his son. The teacher was right, Leng Fengqing's son will definitely be very good.
outstanding.
Sure enough.
"City Lord Yan, don't wait, your people won't come." Fourth Master Leng slowly raised his head, walked over step by step with his sword, and stood in front of Yan Zhiyu. He was half a head taller than Yan Zhiyu, young and
The calm momentum overwhelmed Yan Zhiyu, "Before we arrived, I had sent people to Fengdu City to infiltrate your army. I have poisoned the food in the past few days. Today is the time when the poison takes effect.
Otherwise, do you think we can get here easily?"
Yan Zhiyu's eyebrows beat anxiously a few times, and he suppressed his anxious eyes, but he couldn't help but look outside. As expected, there was no movement.
Young Master Yan pressed the wound on his chest, stepped forward and shouted angrily, "What do you want?"
"What do you want?" The other three young masters also came forward. They all looked exactly like Yan Zhiyu. Their long-term wealth made them full of nobility, but lacked dignity.
"We only want the lives of Yan Zhiyu and Su Rushuang!" Fourth Master Leng said in an understatement.
"Bold!" The eldest son was so angry that the veins on his forehead throbbed, "You are just the claws and dogs of the imperial court. Are you risking your life if you speak arrogantly?"
Second Master Yan stared at the Fourth Master, "Are you Leng Si? Leng's consort?"
In fact, they were a little confused, because what their father just said, "Leng Si's father", how could this be possible?
"City Master Yan!" Fourth Master did not speak to them, but just looked at Yan Zhiyu, "It is time to give an explanation for what happened thirty-six years ago."
Yan Zhiyu was very angry and said: "Go away, I will talk to your mother."