Then a female official reported to the emperor: "Your Majesty, the ministers have checked and found that the Marquis has no injuries on his shoulders or body."
Emperor Yuan Sheng shouted: "Chai Qianyuan! You still have..."
He wanted to say what else do you have to say, but Chai Qianyuan was even more excited than him and said angrily: "Impossible! You guys are obviously telling lies with your eyes open!"
Emperor Yuan Sheng was completely enraged and slapped his palm on the table: "Chai Qianyuan! I can't even control you anymore! You are deliberately trying to frame Qingquan. Don't think I don't know why! Why don't you step back quickly!
Don’t think that I don’t dare to kill you!!”
"Your Majesty!" Chai Qianyuan was a little panicked when he heard this: "Your Majesty, I swear to God that I never told a lie! Everything I said is true! How can you not believe me, Your Majesty?"
I have never told a lie to the emperor!"
At this point, no matter how stupid he is, he knows that if he cannot prove that Tang Shijin is the "real murderer", then he will definitely not be able to live with it.
A brainless person like him would certainly not think about it. If the emperor really protected her, he would have to expose her, and he would not be able to live with it.
He has always only played with knives and not used his brain. He has done many lawless things. He thought he was justified this time, but no one believed him. He couldn't argue for a while. In desperation, he pulled out the Xiuchun knife and pounced on him.
: "Tang Shijin! If you have the ability, show it in public!"
Tang Shijin suddenly turned over and got out of the way, Qi Yaoling quickly stepped forward, and Jiang Bi'an shouted in a deep voice: "Master Chai!"
While he drew his sword to block it, several Yulin troops rushed in at the same time.
Tang Shijin looked unbearably humiliated and said, "Your Majesty! I request an order to kill this lawless lunatic for Your Majesty!"
Emperor Yuan Sheng had no intention of comforting her.
His whole body was shaking with anger, he pointed at him and shouted angrily: "Chai Qianyuan! You are so bold!"
Chai Qianyuan seemed to have some sense of loyalty towards Emperor Yuan Sheng. He said with red eyes: "Your Majesty, even if I die, I will kill this bitch who is pretending to be a god and a ghost!"
Tang Shijin pulled Qi Yaoling away with one hand, covered him from behind, grabbed Jiang Bi'an's Xiuchun knife, flew into the battle circle, and said coldly: "Then let's see who kills whom!"
The prince said anxiously: "Qingquan, be careful!"
Emperor Yuan Sheng also said: "Chai Qianyuan! How dare you hurt her! I will chop you up alive!"
When Chai Qianyuan heard this, he laughed ferociously and slashed with his knife.
Tang Shijin originally had the idea of a quick victory and did not hold back any hand. He attacked fiercely like chopping melons and vegetables, forcing Chai Qianyuan to take several steps back.
The Yulin Army's kung fu was far inferior to the two of them, and they could only move backwards. Amidst the exclamations throughout the hall, Tang Shijin flew forward with a knife, and nailed Chai Qianyuan to the pillar with one knife.
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Facing those unbelievable eyes, Tang Shijin said word by word: "Is my right shoulder injured? Master Chai? Huh?"
Chai Qianyuan opened his mouth, tilted his head and died.
After everyone was silent, they immediately let out a burst of exclamations and backed away in fright. Emperor Yuan Sheng and the prince froze in fear.
The hall was in chaos. Tang Shijin held the knife for a while and then slowly took two steps back.
Qi Yaoling stepped forward and gently wiped away some blood on her face with a handkerchief.
Tang Shijin then turned around and saluted upward calmly: "I have violated my etiquette before the Emperor. Please forgive me."
After a long while, the exclamation stopped. Emperor Yuan Sheng reluctantly cheered up and said with a trembling voice: "Stay back first."
Tang Shijin said: "Yes."
Wang Zhongyan also came to his senses and said: "Who is coming? Why don't you help the emperor in!"
As a result, Tang Shijin did not go to see Chai Qianyuan anymore and walked straight out. Wherever he passed, everyone retreated.
He got on his horse in front of the palace gate and hurried back to Prince Wei's Mansion with Qi Yaoling.
He didn't care to talk all the way, and quickly returned to the yard. Yan Baiwei, dressed in night clothes, came up to him and said, "Jin'er."
As if she suddenly found what she had been looking for for a long time, she rushed forward, hugged his waist with both hands, buried her face in his arms, and smelled him desperately.
He didn't ask any questions, he put his arm around her, gently stroked her hair, lowered his head from time to time, and kissed the top of her hair.
There was a very deep and tolerant gentleness about him, which enveloped her warmly, making her feel like she was a little doll. All she had to do was close her eyes and sleep peacefully, without thinking about anything or caring about anything.
It was like a fluffy kitten being caressed from head to toe. The panic that made one's scalp numb just now slowly calmed down.
She still hugged him tightly.
She remembered that when she went out to put out lanterns a long time ago, she could only hold him by the waist, but now she was holding him by the shoulders.
She couldn't help but look up at him.
He also lowered his head, looked into her eyes, and said softly: "My Jin'er has grown up."
At that moment, she knew that they were thinking about the same thing.
This is the legendary telepathy!
She laughed, grabbed his clothes and told him to lower himself, opened her mouth, and kissed his lips.
He liked her cute appearance like a little bird waiting for food, and he bowed his head and responded enthusiastically.
After a long time, she drove him away, called for water, took a bath, and changed out of the bloody clothes. She was supposed to have a fresh look, but her mind was racing and she couldn't think about it at all. There was only that moment.
, the feeling of a long knife penetrating into the flesh is extremely clear.
She couldn't help but sit up, asked for water again, and washed her hands over and over again.
There was a warmth behind him, and Tang Shijin was startled. He turned around and asked, "Why are you back again?"
He turned his head and kissed her face, then hugged her, clasped her hands in his palms, and scrubbed her slowly.
His hands were big, and his fingers were slender, warm, and slightly rough. When he rubbed the palm of her hand with the pads of his fingers, it was indescribably sultry.
Then he brought a towel and wiped her dry finger by finger: "Okay, honey, go to sleep."
She was like a child, very obediently held by his hand and led to the bedroom. She took off her shoes and lay back on the bed, and he wrapped her up in a quilt.
She was still looking at him with wide eyes.
He slowly put his hand on her eyes: "Be good and sleep quickly."
She blinked her eyes in his hand, then blinked again, and said in a soft voice, "But I can't sleep."
After a while, he sighed silently, lay down on the bedside, reached out to hug her into his arms, hugged her tightly through the quilt, then held her head and rested it on his shoulder: "Is this okay, ancestor?
"
She laughed: "Yeah."
She adjusted her posture and buried her face in his shoulder.
He had obviously changed his clothes and taken a shower, but his body was still stained with his scent. His body was slightly tense, and he could feel the heat through the quilt.
She closed her eyes and tried her best to smell his scent, but she still felt it was not enough. She really wanted to hug him as tightly as she could.
In modern times, she might have done this.
But now, there is still something wrong in her mind.
Very confused and yearning.
She finally couldn't help but put her arms around his face, and then touched his sweaty temples.
She was stunned.
In the quiet night, his voice was hoarse and his breath was unsteady: "No nonsense."
Her fingers slowly walked across his sweaty brows and long eyelashes, then slowly went down to his strong chin. The bulging Adam's apple rolled. He raised his hand to hold her hand, his voice carrying
Unspeakable forbearance: "Jin'er, be obedient."
His body was already on fire and his sword was on the verge of breaking out, but his reason was still as strong as a pillar, as solid as a rock... If he didn't reach out to touch it, he wouldn't even know that he was suppressing it so hard.
She once again deeply felt that the huge charm of his personality, the reason why he was so beautiful, lay in his responsibilities and rules. He was usually quiet and unrevealed, but once it was revealed, it would make people tremble with yearning.
She kissed his face silently and tasted the slightly salty taste.