Chapter 504 Shangyuan Night (Middle Six)

Ye Baoren and Ye Baoyi slowly approached. They did not hold the blade with empty hands, but Song Nan knew that their blades were two folding fans inserted in their waist, which were the life-threatening blades with fine steel backbones and blade mechanisms.

"Who are they?" Yang Corer asked in a low voice.

"They are the guards of the royal palace, the evil spirits who come to ask for their lives tonight." Song Nan waited intently and held the handle of the fire in both hands.

"It seems that Lord Song is not going to end by himself. Our brother has to reach out to help you." Ye Baoren and Ye Baoyi stopped, about a dozen steps from the top of the steps where Song Nan stood, which had entered their attack range.

Song Nan smiled and said, "The world is so beautiful that I don't plan to die like this. My child will be born this summer. I don't want him to be a child without a father."

Ye Baoren and Ye Baoyi looked at each other and suddenly laughed: "Lord Song, some things are not based on your ideas. Don't you have to die if you don't want to die?"

"Of course, my life will not be handed over to you two. If I guess correctly, is it the King Anhua who asked you two to kill me in the chaos?"

"Lord Song is really smart, and he has guessed the key point in a short time." Ye Baoren tilted the corners of his mouth and smiled.

"How about the assassination of someone today, King Anhua has also known for a long time?"

"It's okay to tell you. Our brother and you have no grievances. It's a good thing to let you be a ghost before you die. Your identity has already been recognized by the prince. Do you think everything will be fine if you hide in Princess Ping's house? Who is the prince? How can you not know that you are in the room? Shortly after the prince went to the West Building last night, we found Li Laoba, the husband, in the flower room. He said that you knocked him out and took off his clothes. The cooks also testified that someone had left the house in Li Laoba's clothes. Unfortunately, you asked your men to leave first, but you stayed. Ye Baoren smiled.

Song Nan was shocked and shook her head and said, "It's not that amazing. I also sent food to Li Laoba this afternoon. Yes, that's because you deliberately left Li Laoba to confuse me in the flower room. How can I forget this section?"

Ye Baoren laughed and said, "Yes, the prince said not to scare the snake and make you think you were safe. The prince did not plan to kill you in the house. After all, you are the commander of the brocade guard or a marquis. It would be a little troublesome to kill your prince in the house, so when the prince knew that you were going to escape from the lantern market tonight, So I want my two brothers to end up with you here. Do you understand?"

Song Nan nodded and sighed, "The prince is really like the sea. This method is simply wonderful."

"Yes, my brother also admires the prince. I can only say that you should be unlucky. So many people want your life. In fact, if you don't steal into the palace, if you come to the lantern market tonight to watch the lights, you may not escape death. Lord Song, you are not very popular. Everyone in Ningxia Town wants your life. It's a miracle that you can live until now.

Song Nan sighed, "I can't help it. I'm so unlikable. Can I ask who wants my life tonight? Your prince knows all this. Since I'm going to die, you can tell me that I'm also at peace.

Ye Baoren said solemnly, "I'm sorry, it's not that I don't want to tell you, but the prince has issued a strict order. Whoever says this matter will die. Although you are going to die soon, I can't say that I can't live up to the prince's trust."

Ye Baoyi frowned and said, "Brother, why did you talk to him so much? This one obviously wants to delay the time. His men are near the left. He just wants to find an opportunity to escape.

Ye Baoren shook his head and said, "Brother, you just have no manners. We Ummers are different from the Han people. They do things without faith and morality, and there are a lot of conspiracy and tricks. Although you and my brother work hard for the prince, we Urius can't lose it at all. Lord Song is about to die, and it is the most basic morality to maintain some respect for the people who are about to die. I don't want you to become ruthless. Do you remember it, brother?

Ye Baoyi nodded and arched his hand and said, "Brother is right. Brothers are indeed impetuous."

Seeing that the two talked to themselves and regarded themselves as nothing, Song Nan was a little funny. He looked at the fire in his hand and said, "Are you so confident that you can kill me? Do you remember what happened on the slope of Xiangshan? Did you forget that I have a firearm in my hand?

"Lord Song, this is wrong. My brother politely invited you to go on the road, but you refused and threatened me with a firearm. You should know that our brother will not fall in the same place. After coming back last time, we have found a way to deal with your firearm. This firearm is in my brother's eyes. There is not much difference in burning sticks, otherwise why don't we search your firearms in advance? First, I'm afraid that you will be suspicious, and secondly, there is no need to do that.

Song Nan sneered, "Are you so confident? Then taste the taste of iron*. As soon as the words fell, Song Nan raised his hand without warning and wanted to pull the trigger, but when he saw Ye Baoren's hand move, he heard a loud noise. The fire in Song Nan's hand suddenly swung to the side. The gun hit the air and hit the stone debris on the ground. The next moment, Song Nan's hands and wrists hurt, and the two fire guns could not hold it and flew out at the same time. Fall down the steps and roll down.

How about it? I said this firearm is useless, but you don't believe it. Ye Baoren stood at the bottom of the steps and ridiculed.

Song Nan's wrists were high and swollen, and his wrist bones were painful and blue. A few small stones jumped around under his feet. It can be said that Ye Baoren raised his hand and hit the wrist bone with small stones, so that he could not hold the firearm.

Yang Kouer exclaimed and rubbed Song Nan's wrist for him. She turned around and scolded, "You are so bold. How dare you to plot to murder the commander of Jinyiwei? Don't you want to live?"

Ye Baoren smiled and said, "Girl, not only you, Lord Song, but also you are going to die. I advise you to be quiet first. It's your turn to kill Song Nan, but our brother will give you a pleasure, and you won't feel pain."

Yang Koer's face turned pale. She didn't know whether it was because of fear or anger, and her body trembled.

Although Song Nan's bombardment just now did not hit, the huge sound has aroused the idea of Jinyiwei in the distance. Someone quickly ran this way, and there was a faint and urgent voice came: "Your Excellency, there is a sound of fire. Take someone to protect you..."

Ye Baoren also knew that he could not delay too much. Of course, it was easy to deal with one or two people with fire. If there were a bunch of brocade guards with firearms, they would not be able to deal with them.

"Do it." Ye Baoren shouted in a low voice, and his toes jumped up like a big bird. In mid-air, his hands were wiped around his waist. A folding fan spread slowly like flowers, and the edge of the folding fan flashed coldly, and more than a dozen sharp knives were stretched out.

Song Nan knew that today's life and death were at stake. She reached out and pushed Yang Yuer, picked up her toes, and an embroidered spring knife was already in her hand. Ye Baoren's head covered her head in mid-air and cut it off. Ye Baoren said, thinking that Song Nan would be scared into a pool of mud, but he didn't expect that he dared to fight back, and he would fight desperately as soon as he took action. Regardless of the sharp knife on the fan swinging to the throat, he quickly cut his face door.

How could Ye Baoren change his life with Song Nan? He folded his fan and changed the direction of attack in mid-air. The waves sounded with a cold scratching sound. The embroidered spring knife in Song Nan's hand was sideways into a strong barrier, and he flew far away on the bluestone board, making a pleasant sound.

Ye Baoren did not answer. His body fell, and the fan in his hand was stabbed. Song Nan retreated, stepped on something on his feet, raised his feet and kicked out without thinking. Ye Baoren's head turned away, and an embroidered spring knife flew over his ear with the sound of wind.

"It's quite horizontal. How can you avoid my two moves?"

"Your young master still has a lot of tricks. Why don't you two go together?" Song Nan retreated under her feet, but her mouth was an unrelenting anti-lip camera.

"Let's go together, brother, don't stand there. Go and kill that woman. It's over soon." Ye Baoren shouted.

Ye Baoyi nodded and jumped up the steps with a folding fan in his hand and went straight to Yang Koo'er. Song Nan was very anxious, but Ye Baoren, who was suffering from the sharp knife on the folding fan in front of him, fiercely waved the sharp knife on the folding fan to his face. It was really difficult to split up when he was struggling. He shouted, "There is a kind of ability to come to me. What is it to bully the girl's family. "

Ye Baoyi didn't hear it, and the folding fan brushed repeatedly and stabbed Yang Ke'er's neck. Yang Ke'er leaned against the door and stiff body could not react at all. Seeing that the sharp blade was about to pierce into the delicate neck, at this time, a deafening roar resounded through the ears and drums shocked the four people on the steps as mud. Plastic wood carving is ordinary.

Song Nan stood there with a pale face, with blood dripping in the sleeve of her right arm, a big hole in the sheepskin jacket on her upper arm, and the blood stained red with a messy pile of wool.

"Oh, I... I hit Lord Song, I... I..." A panicked voice sounded under the steps.

"Don't be afraid, Qingluan, you didn't mean it. Look, Ye Baoren was also hit by you."

The servant of Princess Ping An stood there dragging a long shadow under the steps, holding a smoking fire in his hand, trembling.

Ye Baoren maintained the posture of handing out a folding fan to attack, but his body did not move like a sculpture. His back was shattered. Qingluan standing under the steps was too close. Dozens of iron sand almost poured into his back and almost made a big hole in his back. His body completely became Song Nan's shield, that is, That's why the * on Song Nan's arm is also Qingluan's masterpiece, because the strike range of the bullet is too wide to completely block Song Nan's body.

"Brother, brother." Ye Baoyi turned around and stretched out his hand to help Ye Baoren. This support didn't matter. Ye Baoren's body was still stiff, but now he fell down and rolled down the stone steps to the feet of Qingluan and Princess Ping'an.

Two women were so scared that they exclaimed and jumped to dodge.

Ye Baoyi shouted sadly. When he turned his head, his eyes were already blood-red. He drew a half-circle sharp knife in his hand and cut it fiercely. A figure in the oblique thorn flew to Yang Keer. It was Song Nan who rushed out and threw Yang Keer to the ground from the light of the knife. Holding her body, he rolled down the side of the steps. Ye Baoyi After roaring and chasing down, Song Nan got up and had an extra fire in his hand. His right arm was injured and unable to hold the fire, so he held his right hand with his left hand and suddenly pulled the trigger in mid-air where Ye Baoyi's body rushed to. Ye Baoyi could not avoid it, and his body fell from mid-air like a broken sack. His chest and abdomen were in a mess and was smashed by this shot.

The sudden death of his brother made Ye Baoyi in chaos. His best choice should be to control Song Nan immediately. He took Song Nan as a shield to prevent the Qingluan below from shooting again and killed them one by one, but he made the worst choice. Unfortunately, a strong martial arts skill was not displayed at all, and Ye Bao Ren fell into the end of the iron sand.

"Your Excellency, my Excellency, are you all right?" Wang Yong's voice came, and dozens of brocade guards rushed dozens of steps away.

Song Nan's body was weak, and the fire in his hand fell to the ground, sweating profusely.