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, pointed at Leng Fengqing, and hated
Yi Dunsheng: “You’re not dead?
It's ridiculous that you have a son. It's ridiculous.
A person who should have died did not die, and a person who should have lived well has suffered thirty-six years of torture.
Leng Fengqing, you have caused me misery, 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 a hundred thousand troops, 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?
Yeah?"
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 Fourth Master with a hint of complexity in his eyes.
Just now I saw him take action, and he cut off an expert's ear with just one move.
This is his son.
The teacher is right, the son Leng Fengqing gives birth to will definitely be 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 in hand, and stood in front of Yan Zhiyu. He was half a head taller than Yan Zhiyu. His young and calm aura overwhelmed Yan Zhiyu, "Before we arrived, I
We have already sent people to Fengdu City to infiltrate your army. They have poisoned the food in the past few days with slow poison. Today is the time when the poison takes effect. Otherwise, do you think we can get here easily?"
Yan Zhiyu's eyebrows beat anxiously, and he suppressed his anxious eyes, but he couldn't help but look outside, and there was really 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. Their appearance was very similar to that of Yan Zhiyu. Their long-term wealth made them full of nobility, but lack of majesty.
"We only want the lives of Yan Zhiyu and Su Rushuang!"
Fourth Master Leng spoke in an understatement.
"Be 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 Young Master Yan stared at Fourth Master, “Are you Leng Si?
Cold Prince Consort?"
They were actually a little confused, because what their father just said, "Leng Si's father", how could this be possible? "City Lord Yan!"
The Fourth Master didn't say anything to them, but just looked at Yan Zhiyu, "It's 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."
"I'm afraid it won't be necessary!"
The Fourth Master raised his sword and stabbed at Yan Zhiyu. Yan Zhiyu jumped up in the air and retreated.
Several young men wanted to help, but were immediately restrained by the old man in black.
Yan Zhiyu was Lengsi, so they didn't go to help. They just controlled the others and stood aside to watch the battle.
In fact, many people don't know how high Leng Si's martial arts is, except for Prince Anfeng and his wife who taught him.
I saw that his swordsmanship was fast and fierce, forcing Yan Zhiyu to deal with it in a panic. The guards in the palace were blocked by the wolves and the people from Lenglangmen and Hongmeimen. Yan Zhiyu was fighting alone, embarrassed, but still able to hold on.
But without a cup of tea, Yan Zhiyu would definitely be defeated.
Su Rushuang, who had been in shock and madness, suddenly stretched out his withered hand towards Leng Fengqing and pinched Leng Fengqing's neck. His crazy eyes were filled with flames and he shouted angrily: "Stop, stop it. Otherwise I will kill her!"
Su Rushuang knew martial arts, but her martial arts was not good. This was because she had been seriously ill when she was young and neglected to practice martial arts. After becoming the wife of the city lord, she even avoided using weapons, but she still had some skills.
She strangled Leng Fengqing's neck with all her might.
Everyone watched, fearing that if she applied any more force, Leng Fengqing's neck would be broken.
Prince Anfeng's eyes turned cold, and when he was about to take action, the princess pressed his hand, shook her head slightly, indicating that it was not necessary, and also pressed down on the people behind her, so that no one had to come forward to save him.
Sure enough, everyone saw that Leng Fengqing was being restrained. She tilted her head and her fingers seemed to be pinching something. They passed around Su Rushuang's shoulders and pressed her elbow, forcing Su Rushuang to turn her head away. Leng Fengqing The needle Qing held in her hand immediately pricked her right eye.
Su Rushuang screamed, let go of Leng Fengqing, covered her eyes with blood flowing across them, staggered and fell to the ground, rolling and screaming, the sound of vicious curses could be heard endlessly, but Yan Zhiyu's sons actually No one came forward to help her up, watching coldly as she rolled on the ground.
Leng Fengqing sat up slowly, took out a handkerchief and wiped the blood on her face. Her movements were gentle and calm, and she didn't even look at the man rolling on the ground and screaming miserably.
She hated Yan Zhiyu even more than she hated Su Rushuang.
So, after she wiped the blood stains, she watched the fourth master and Yan Zhiyu fight.
Yan Zhiyu was already at a disadvantage, with many wounds on his body. The spot where the fourth master's sword was picked on his body was not a vital part, which made Yan Zhiyu mistakenly believe that the fourth master would not kill him.
He suddenly became arrogant, and even though he had never raised his son for a day, he was still reluctant to kill him. Naturally, he had been in a high position for many years and knew what he wanted.
He put away his sword and retreated to the corridor. Linfeng looked at the fourth master, "Stop it. I know what you want. You are my eldest son. It is natural that you will inherit Fengdu City."
"Father!"
Master Yan's face changed.
"Needless to say, he is your brother!"
Yan Zhiyu raised his hand and pressed it, staring at the fourth master, "You brought so many people here just to ask for an explanation. Is this explanation enough?"
Thirty-six years have passed, and now I have just come to Fengdu City. Naturally, I have seen the momentum of Fengdu City. It is no longer something that the imperial court can stop. How can being a prince consort be compared to being a city lord?
The fourth master's face showed neither sadness nor joy, and he stepped forward with his sword in hand, "You're right, I want an explanation!"
Yan Zhiyu looked at his face that looked exactly like Leng Fengqing, and felt a little awkward in his heart. However, he needed stronger people to help him. He had a pack of wolves, and being able to trouble Prince Anfeng and his wife to come together was enough to prove that he had the skills.
Of strength.
"Don't worry, I will announce it to the public in two days..." Fourth Master's eyes flashed slightly, and the hand holding the sword flipped over, stabbing Yan Zhiyu's abdomen as fast as lightning. Yan Zhiyu's words stopped abruptly, and he lowered his head.
Looking back, looking at the blood gurgling from his abdomen, he staggered a step and said angrily, "You..." "Father!"
The sons of the Yan family screamed with red eyes, but no one dared to step forward to save them due to the sword of the old man in black.
There was still no sadness or joy in the eyes of Fourth Master, and he said: "The explanation I want is far more than this.
I want everything you have to be lost bit by bit."
He turned around, raised his hand, and ordered, "Tie him up!"