In the middle of the bedroom of Huike Hall, there is a gorgeous and rich bed that is particularly enchanting. The gauze curtain is gently lifted by jade hooks. The off-white silk sheets are embroidered with pink flowers, which are lifelike and quite charming.
The three-dimensional effect is as if it is sprinkled on top.
It was a pair of flowers that only grew in the Yanmiao Garden of Cangteng Palace. The two flowers were dependent on each other and withered together. Although they were born independently, Nvhong embroidered the roots of the two flowers together according to the will of her master.
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On the ground half a foot away from the bed, there was a soft velvet mat that was one foot thick. A young man was lying quietly. The solidified blood on his forehead had been cleaned up, and a white silk ribbon that was neither wide nor narrow was tied.
His wound was bandaged, but the tombmaker's uniform, which was torn and torn due to the seizure, was still hanging on his body, revealing his broad bronze chest.
"Dancheng, Dancheng..." The woman on the bed frowned, uttered vague murmurs, and twisted her body slightly, as if she was trying to get rid of the endless nightmare.
As the long night comes to an end, the thick ink-like blackness dilutes, and the light of day gradually spreads like water vapor, expanding more and more, occupying the black and white space.
It was almost midnight, and the bedroom was hazy, and the lifted gauze curtain made people feel a little weird. The woman on the bed was fully clothed and lying flat on her back, which should be a taboo for men and women to be in the same room.
However, no matter how hard the trapped people struggled, they could not open their heavy eyelids. The only sound in the huge hall gradually awakened the consciousness of the man lying on the ground.
The fingertips moved. As the memory came back to life, the wrinkles on his forehead became tighter and tighter. Finally, his fists suddenly clenched. He sat up suddenly, and his rapid breathing made his chest rise and fall.
The memories of last night came overwhelming, and my anger suddenly rose.
"Dancheng..."
A familiar voice floated into his ears again, with a bone-crushing pain. Ji Chen looked in the direction of the sound and couldn't help being surprised.
Zheng Xiaohan! He was actually in her room! What tricks was this woman trying to play? He glanced at the thick plush blanket, and a confused look appeared on his shocked face.
At this time, she was trapped in a nightmare, with thin sweat on her forehead. She was calling the name of her former lover intermittently. Her body moved out unconsciously, and her fine black hair spread out from the bed.
It’s an opportunity to take action!
I thought how smart this woman was! After all, she was just a fool. Jichen sneered secretly, held his breath, and walked quietly to the big bed. Zheng Xiaohan didn't know that danger was approaching, but he still chanted Dancheng's name.
The young swordsman stood by the bed, leaning forward and staring at the woman in purple as if facing prey. Seeing her suffering from lovesickness, he was momentarily absent-minded, but he quickly reacted and faced her head mercilessly.
, and struck it down with one palm.
However, the moment the light touched Zheng Xiaohan's head, the entire bed quickly sank.
Ji Chen was startled, and just as he was about to lean over to take a closer look, the bricks paved under his feet suddenly moved. He quickly jumped up, and saw a huge brick moved to the position of the bed, seamlessly embedded in the square bed.
In the cave.
From the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of something protruding from his feet. When he lowered his head, he saw that the bed quickly rose from its vacant position, but Zheng Xiaohan was missing from the bed.
It turns out that the floor is a wooden structure with mechanisms so it can be moved freely.
The sacrifice dust fell to the ground, and when he looked around, there was still no trace of Zheng Xiaohan.
The sky was bright and everything was starting to become clear but not clear at the same time.
"Come out!" Ji Chen finally yelled, his fists clenched with jagged joints and making a "rattling" sound.
"Who are you calling to come out?" A voice sounded outside with a cold tone.
How did Zheng Xiaohan get outside? Fortunately, he was still searching inside like a headless fly. Ji Chen's anger grew stronger and stronger, he opened the window with a palm and jumped out.
However, Zheng Xiaohan was not the only one outside. Behind her were eight swordsmen and dozens of armed guards soldiers. Next to her was a middle-aged man in black who looked familiar. He was looking at him with a worried look.
Ji Chen suddenly remembered that he was Wan Xuehe, a first-class official in the Cang Teng Punishment Department, who had the power of life and death for everyone except those who were executed by Shao Kefan himself.
How did he get here? Could it be that the monarch knew that he was captured and sent someone to rescue him?
Ji Chen squinted at the woman in front of him, "Zheng Xiaohan, why did you bring so many people here..."
"Ha." Zheng Xiaohan smiled proudly, "Mr. Wanxing, you have also seen that Bai Jichen broke into the king's palace without permission, intending to murder the king. Fortunately, the king had taken precautions, otherwise, he might have been poisoned.
Mr. Xing didn’t believe that Bai Jichen was plotting against me in Zhulu Wasteland before, so he hurriedly came to Yingzhi. Unexpectedly, the sky opened his eyes and allowed Mr. Xing to witness the same situation with his own eyes. According to the law, Bai Jichen should be handed over to Yingzhi.
Disposal."
Wan Xuehe's face turned pale and green for a while after hearing this, but there was no other way at the moment, so he had to hand over his hand, "In that case, Xuehe has nothing to say. Such rebellious and unscrupulous people should be punished by the Lord of Eagles."
Ji Chen was furious and yelled at her, "Zheng Xiaohan, bitch, what are you talking about?"
As he spoke, he struck out with his palm, and a ray of light carried the owner's anger and overwhelming pressure towards Zheng Xiaohan. The soldiers of the Armed Guards were so frightened by the momentum that they all took a step back, and then they all shouted, "Protect the monarch." They surrounded him together.
Zheng Xiaohan was on guard for a long time, jumped ten feet away from everyone, and observed the situation calmly. Her purple clothes were as fluttering as a butterfly, her eyes were as bright as stars, and the aura of a king swallowing mountains and rivers loomed between her eyebrows. Although she was not a beauty, she was
It can also be called a beautiful lady.
The accompanying swordsman launched a counterattack before the soldiers. Before the soldiers came into contact with Ji Chen, a dozen people had already flown into the air and were fighting together, preventing them from getting any closer.
Ten people trapped a ragged young man in the middle, and the gaps in all directions were blocked. As Ji Chen moved, the aperture of the ten people also moved, like a simple but unbreakable formation.
After half a cup of tea, the man in the middle of the room had his long hair hanging down, and was blown away by the energy of the bursts of light, slapping his face almost crazy.
"I want you to die, I want you to die." Ji Chen shouted in a hoarse voice, coughed violently a few times, decided to put all his efforts in, and secretly used all his internal strength to drain out.
The swordsman did not expect that the young man who seemed to be about to become a turtle in the urn would fight to the death. He was forced to fly two feet away, with a look of anger on his face, and he used his strength to surround him again.
However, all his physical strength was exhausted, and the young swordsman had no room for resistance anymore. His hands hung down softly, and his body fell from a high altitude. The white pine pine wrapped around the wound fell away, and he was freed by the wind, and was torn away by the wind.
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On the forehead, the scar that had not yet scabbed was particularly conspicuous, and now it cracked open again, revealing a trace of blood-stained skull.
The ten swordsmen nodded to each other, smiled ferociously, and then fell down and slashed with their swords.
"Stop." Zheng Xiaohan flew into the air and shouted.
The swordsmen looked at each other and withdrew their swords and sword power.
Zheng Xiaohan flew to Jichen's side, grabbed his black belt with one hand, held his whole body under his shoulders, and landed firmly on the ground.
The swordsmen in the air and the armed guards soldiers on the ground were stunned.
Shouldn't this person be cut to pieces? Why did the monarch show mercy?
Zheng Xiaohan put Ji Chen, who had his eyes closed, on the ground, kicked him hard, and said scornfully, "Everyone should remember this man. During the war, he joined forces with Shao Kefan, causing me to lose power and be captured. Only then did the Eagle Guards
He was so messed up that he was forced to accept a contract with an army of less than 100,000, so hacking him to death would be an advantage. And now that he was unconscious, he couldn't feel any pain from the sword that struck his body, so it might as well be
Keep it and torture it well."
The defeat of the Eagle has always been a shadow in the hearts of all the Eagles. The people around were silent for a while, and finally someone said with a cup of their hands, "What the monarch said is true, so he should be tortured." Others also nodded heavily, with extreme expressions.
He looked at the man on the ground with hatred, wanting to peel off his skin, eat his flesh, gouge out his eyes, and suck his blood.
Only Cang Teng Wan Xing always seemed to be sure of something, with a trace of pride in his eyes. He flew towards Cang Teng without bowing to Zheng Xiaohan.
This was too disrespectful to Ying Zhi. Several swordsmen could not hold back, "Your Majesty, this..."
"Hmph." Zheng Xiaohan just glanced at the middle-aged man in black who was getting farther and farther in the sky, "Go after him, it seems like the Eagle takes him seriously."
The swordsmen couldn't help but nod in admiration, "That's what the monarch said."
"You all, please go down!" Zheng Xiaohan ordered, "Bai Jichen, Ying Zhi's second enemy, will be dealt with by me."
After everyone left, there were only two people left in the empty garden behind Huike Hall. One was awake, looking at the person lying on the ground with complicated eyes. The other was unconscious, with a wound on his forehead deeply visible to the bone, and he was slowly
Blood dripped out and stuck to the hair on the side of the ear.
Zheng Xiaohan frowned, and there was absolutely no way he could order the palace doctor to treat this great enemy of the eagle. He could only give him gold wound medicine and slowly wait for the wound to heal.
There was some tenderness in the eyes of the King of Eagle Kingdom. He leaned down, picked up the man on the ground, jumped into the window, and placed him on the thick plush blanket.
"monarch."
Outside the curtain of the bedroom, a voice called cautiously. A slender hand inserted into the gap at the edge of the blue curtain and was about to pull it open. The tiny beads hanging on the curtain made a brief and slight "swish" sound.
Zheng Xiaohan's eyes tightened and he ordered, "Stay outside. I will come out to wash up. From now on, you are not allowed to step into the bedroom without my instructions."
"Yes." The hand retracted hurriedly, but there was a hint of doubt in the respectful voice.
Zheng Xiaohan gave Jichen some good medicine and bandaged it. After hesitating for a moment, he finally picked up the comb and combed his long hair, which was as messy as weeds.
But, why, why is it like this...
She was startled, and the comb fell to the floor. In the mirror on the dressing table opposite, she saw a beautiful face at a loss.
As if to prove something, she suddenly kicked the person on the blanket hard and walked out of the bedroom.
The maid was holding a basin of water and waiting patiently outside. When she saw Zheng Xiaohan walking out, she bowed and said, "Your Majesty, please wash up quickly. It's almost time for the morning court."
"Hmm." Zheng Xiaohan responded and leaned on the throne in the palace. The maid held a wet towel and tried her face bit by bit.
"Cough cough cough..." A man's cough suddenly sounded in the bedroom, and the maid's hand suddenly stopped, surprised, "Your Majesty..."
However, before he finished speaking, the man slowly fell down, staring blankly with a pair of eyes that he didn't know why.