The face of the leader of the palace guards froze, and he slowly raised his right hand and said loudly: "Come here, go to Peony Fenghua Garden quickly, invite the Queen and His Royal Highness, and tell them that Princess Yangyue has killed someone.
Need to be dealt with urgently!”
"yes!"
Several guardsmen holding weapons bowed in response, turned around and left the house filled with the smell of blood.
No one noticed that a faint golden halo gradually floated on top of the bloody corpse that had already turned into pieces of flesh, and quietly floated out of the door.
Hidden from everyone's sight, the dragon's essence fell on the golden glazed tiles of the house, and with a burst of smoke, a plump black cat appeared.
The corners of Shilong's lips were slightly hooked, with a standard mean, meow-like smile on his face.
You're done.
This frame-up is absolutely perfect!
Jianlong jumped up, jumped from one roof to another, and headed towards the direction of Peony Fenghua Courtyard.
Hehe, it's time to ask for credit from Xiaoluo, and also ask for benefits from Xuanyuan Yu.
His thirteen soul soul caves, this time, nothing will go wrong.
Jianlong's cultivation level is extremely high, and he is only one step away from Wu Po Vukong. It is obvious that he is much faster than the imperial guards who went to Peony Fenghua Garden to report the news.
There was a peaceful scene inside the Peony Garden. After Xuanyuan Yangyue made a fool of herself and left, several official ladies came up one after another eager to perform.
Some sang, some played the piano, some danced with swords, and most of them danced.
Watching these singing and dancing performances, Ling Luo felt extremely boring, a feeling of sleepiness came over her, and her eyelids couldn't help but started to twitch.
Just as she was taking a nap, she suddenly felt something heavy and furry jump onto her leg.
Ling Luo was startled and opened her eyes instantly.
When he lowered his head, he happened to meet a pair of red-black, slightly narrowed, mean eyes.
The corners of Ling Luo's eyes twitched hard, this... this is not...
"Hi, Xiaoluo, have you missed me?" The dragon stretched out its plump black paw and patted the back of Lingluo's hand gently.
Ling Luo felt an itching sensation on the back of her hand. Her face stiffened and she asked, "Why did you come here? Where is Jingying?"
Jianlong narrowed his eyes extremely alertly, looked around, and then began to communicate with Ling Luo using soul transmission.
"Jingying ruined Xuanyangyang Yue's clothes, so he was killed by the princess. His body is in the palace house on the west side."
As smart as Ling Luo, she instantly understood what was going on with just one sentence.
After being shocked, she took a deep breath, calmed herself down, and asked: "Did you do the hands and feet on Qian Yuyi?"
"Of course!" Jianlong raised his chin, looking quite proud, "That damn girl Xuanyangyue has been using me for so long in vain. How can I do this if I don't show her any favors?!"
Ling Luo narrowed her beautiful eyes, raised the corners of her lips with a sly arc, and said, "Well done."
To be honest, she was very happy to see Xuanyang Yue make a fool of herself.
"I have to say that your frame-up skills are getting better and better." Ling Luo couldn't help but admire.
"That's right." Jianlong snorted softly, with a stern look on his face, and said, "Jingying is dead to begin with. It would be best to use the body of a dead person again."