With a quick sweep of his clear eyes, he saw outside the half-broken palace gate. In an instant, a piece of blue gauze was flying. The petite body was already standing firmly in the middle of Zichen Palace, with a bloodthirsty sword pointing straight at it.
Feng Yichen.
"..."
The officials who had been frightened by Feng Yichen were once again frightened by the sudden appearance of this man full of evil spirits, and were speechless for a long time.
Mo Yanche looked at Mo Qingyue, smiled slightly, and said in a voice as clear as the moon, "Have you ever seen the princess before?"
Gong, princess?!
More than a dozen cabinet ministers were all dumbfounded, and they all looked at the woman in a blue gauze palace skirt.
She has a slender figure, long hair reaching her waist, and a thin soft sword in her tender hands. Her murderous bright eyes are the only facial features exposed in front of everyone. Gloomy, cruel, and sharp are the only three things in her eyes.
look.
He didn't dare to look at her for a second time. Everyone present was not a fool, and they understood Mo Qingyue's identity in an instant.
First, they took small steps back, and then each of them saluted.
"See Princess."
Mo Qingyue never said a word from beginning to end. After everyone paid homage, her icy eyes moved and her voice was as cold as snow, "Feng Yichen, you deserve to die."
As soon as he finished speaking, not to mention Feng Yichen, even everyone present felt a chill running down their backs.
That majestic and cold murderous aura actually overflowed in just five words and swept through the huge Zichen Palace.
Mo Yanche smiled and looked at Feng Yichen, whose hair was cut off by Mo Qingyue and whose grace was completely gone. He smiled softly and said, "That's it, everyone, please step aside."
"Your Majesty, please retire!" As if they had received an amnesty order, these ministers and servants who controlled most of Tianche's power were running away as fast as they could for their lives.
Even Feng Yichen, who has always been proud of his Qinggong skills, has to admit that people's instincts can only explode when facing a crisis.
In the originally bustling Zichen Palace, in the blink of an eye, only the three siblings were left.
Mo Yanche sat firmly in the high position, as elegant as the moon.
Feng Yichen held his thigh and wouldn't let go.
Mo Qingyue held a soft sword in her hand, with murderous intent.
For a while, the three people maintained this strange posture and looked at each other.
After a long while, Mo Yanche faintly raised her lips and said, "Qingyue, you have been working hard all the way, why are you so violent when you come back?"
"Humph." The cold voice was the princess's very unhappy reply.
"Yichen, how did you offend Qingyue?" Mo Yanche lowered his head and looked at his cousin.
Feng Yichen stared, he had never seen a more shameless man than Mo Yanche in his life!
If Mo Yanche hadn't been full of tricks and schemes to poison Xiao Lixi, how could Qingyue have yelled at him to kill him!
Among them, he is the most innocent. If he had a choice, he didn't want his own father to be the miracle doctor of Jiangnan. He also didn't want to learn medical skills from a young age. He also didn't want to be plotted by Mo Yanche and stupidly take out poison.
Come and apply it on Mo Qingyue’s soft sword.
All of this is just a false cloud!!
"Qingyue, Yichen is your cousin. If you kill him, the queen mother will not be happy." Her thin lips curled up slightly, and sure enough, the sword in his little sister's hand did not move at all.
Because of their blood relationship, they feel a little soft-hearted.
"That's right, Qingyue, I am your cousin, you... you must not--ah!"
Before he finished speaking, Mo Qingyue's cold eyes flashed with disgust, and she jumped up and dived, the soft sword in her hand heading towards Zhan Yichen.