Chapter 121 [force a dead end]

Chapter hundred and twenty-one [forced to a dead end]

I can't tell whether it's dawn or dark. The heavy rain poured down outside the window, and the snake-like lightning tore half of the sky from time to time, splitting the vicissitudes of day, revealing the pale and tearful world.

When Ru Mo woke up, one side of the bed was empty, and a strong bad foreboding hit her heart. She couldn't take care of much. She put on her clothes and ran out, but was stopped by the man guarding in front of the door - "The prince has an order, and the little lady can't go out."

"Tangle, if you want to continue to be my maid in the future, you can get out of the way." Ru Mo ordered plainly, and his tone was so firm that no one could question him.

The man opened his mouth. He didn't know whether to stop him or not. He was at a loss, and then he simply picked up an oil-paper umbrella and said, "It's raining outside. The little lady, let's take an umbrella."

Ru Mo didn't hear it. She pulled the umbrella away and ran into the rain in a panic. The cold rain suddenly invaded her skin, and even her chest trembled uneasily.

There is a strongest idea in my heart that my brother can't do anything. Anyway, she can't lose my brother anymore. The rain was getting worse and worse, and there was a stag under her feet. She fell on the bluestone brick, and her lower abdomen suddenly trembled.

At this time, the post office where Lengsu lives has been surrounded by the guards on the three floors. Xiao Yan raised the corners of his lips beautifully, bent down and asked, "Say, what is the purpose of your coming to Jianchang?"

"Didn't you know that the prince always knows everything like a god? Do you still need to ask me?" Leng Su knelt on the ground, and his eyelashes cast heavy shadows on his cheeks. Although he covered some emotions, he could not resist the shaking of his hands and feet.

Xiao Yan's eyes were as cold as a blade across the air, and the corners of his lips squeezed a touch of sarcasm and said, "Why, aren't you afraid of death at this time? I'm going to see how bold Uncle Leng, who has always been linger in the brothel, is?" While talking, a cold knife had been set on Lengsu's neck.

"Xiao Yan, you little man, my sister really followed you blindly. You use Ru Mo to attack the emperor. Don't think anyone knows that you want to rebel... Although our emperor is not capable of you, he really loves my sister. Unlike you, he will only use my sister's love for you everywhere. You don't deserve to love Rumo, let alone be my brother-in-law..." Leng Su roared out of control, and the ferociousness appeared on the national character's face.

Xiao Yan was not provoked, but his sleeves drooped, looked calm, and his words were calm. "So, do you admit that the emperor sent you here?"

"I... I... I... I didn't say..." Leng Su couldn't argue, and the sweat on his forehead kept dripping. Finally, he panicked and covered his neck and cried; "Your Highness... My brother-in-law... I know I was wrong... You should know what you should know... Please let me go... Look at Rumo serving you... Is it okay?"

Xiao Yan's thick eyebrows frowned deeply, narrowed his eyes slightly, and said lightly: "Oh? Are you begging me to spare your life?"

Leng Su thought there was hope, so she sucked her nose and put it on. "Sister-in-law, just spare my life, and let my sister thank you then."

Xiao Yan's eyes were like a knife. He glanced at Lengsu up and down. He looked cold, and then said to Fan Yun, "Fan Yun, take Lengsu's crime and read it to him."

"Yes." Fan Yun held the crime in both hands and raised his tone; "The inspector of the assassin Lengsu colluded with the eunuch Huang Taiping, privately sold poison incense, misappropriated treasury money, forcibly robbed people's women, and openly committed violence in Jianchang, which caused people's anger and damaged the emperor's face..."

"Oc's it, don't read any more. If you read like this, I can't cut ten heads enough." Leng Su drank Fan Yun and suddenly looked up. The fear and timidity on his face became more and more obvious. He cried softly under his feet, "I know I deserve it. I'm unforgivable, but can I... Don't cut off my head... As long as you don't behead... It's okay to give me a life imprisonment..."

Fan Yun saw that Leng Su was so scared that he was almost pissed off. He couldn't help leaning down and walked to Xiao Yan, "Your Majesty, do you think you can take it lightly..."

"Fan Yun, even you help him plead for mercy?" Xiao Yan's face changed slightly, and a faint surprise appeared in his eyes. "Is it for Rumo?"

Fan Yun's eyes sank, and he took a step back and said, "I'm for the sake of the prince. There is nothing else. Maybe his cold millet still has unfinished value. Why don't you keep him?"

Xiao Yan was moved, and his tone was no longer cold, but low and terrible. "Then don't..." Before he finished speaking, he was quickly interrupted by the anxious Lengsu, "Your Majesty, don't hesitate. I, Lengsu, is a cheap life. It's not a threat from you royal relatives. Last night, the emperor told me the flying pigeon. He said an amazing secret, that is, I am also the son of the former emperor... Haha..."

Xiao Yan's eyes suddenly contracted, and immediately became as deep as a pool, and he said coldly word by word, "What are you talking about? Say it again?"

Fan Yun suddenly felt bad. He had felt the cold and solemnity in Xiao Yan's eyes, so he had to lower his eyes and slowly say, "The prince doesn't have to be angry with such a parable people like him. I'm afraid he's scared and crazy."

"Why am I talking crazy? I am indeed the son of the former emperor, and my dead mother can testify..." Without waiting for the silly cold millet to finish speaking, with a brush on the ground, Xiao Yan's sword had reached the cold millet's chest, and the air was suddenly full of bloody smell.

A ferocious lightning flashed, and the pale light instantly reflected every drop of rain, like thousands of bead curtains. When Ru Mo ran to the door of the post hall, her thin clothes had been drenched through, her hair was tightly pressed against her skin, and almost her whole body was flowing with water. Her face was pale and she was unconscious. She could not see disappointment or hope.

A few steps away, Shen Yuemuran was stunned, then rushed over, put the umbrella in his hand on Rumo's head, and paused and said, "You shouldn't have come here."

"Brother Shen, are you going to stop me?" There seemed to be a fire burning in Rumo's chest, and her lips trembled and said, "Let me in."

Shen Yue held Ru Mo's arm and supported the weight of her whole body. There was silence in her eyes and said, "Why bother tos your body like this?"

"Because my brother is my only relative..." Ru Mo's body was already shaky, and there was a warm drop of water in her eyes. She choked helplessly, "Brother Shen, let me in."

Shen Yue sighed, asked the guards to make way, and then said, "Let's go in with you."

Ru Mo looked at Shen Yue gratefully, but this far road seemed to be too long. No matter how she went, she couldn't walk in front of her brother. Just like when she was a child, her brother ran in front with sugar, and she always couldn't catch up...

In the post hall, Leng Su suddenly grabbed the sword in Xiao Yan's hand, looked at him with a consolate and determined look, and declared to him, "You dare not kill me. I have royal blood in my body like you. I have the same dignity. Besides, I am Rumo's own brother. Kill me, how can you face my sister?"

Xiao Yan raised his jaw, his face suddenly changed, and the sparks burst into light in his eyes. It seemed that he had become angry. The unbearable air in his body flowed continuously at the end of the sword, making the tip of the sword reflect a strange and dazzling luster.

Leng Su saw that Xiao Yan was holding the hilt of the sword and didn't stab it for a long time. She simply let go of her courage, leaned forward, half closed her eyes, and snorted, "Are you stabbing or not?" If you want to kill, do whatever you want..."

"Hit up." Fan Yun drank Lengsu. He was afraid that Xiao Yan would really stab him when he was angry. He was not for this Lengsu who died a hundred times. He was for Rumo. He heard from Ning Xue that Ru Mo was pregnant. How could she withstand the stimulation of losing her brother? He didn't want to see it, so he tried his best to stop it, but obviously, this unknown cold millet had challenged Xiao Yan's limit.

"Bold cold millet, don't let go quickly and be careful not to stain the prince's sword." Fan Yun shouted anxiously and stared at Leng Su fiercely.

Xiao Yan raised an arrogant and noble smile on his lips, but his voice was still frozen. "He really doesn't deserve to stain my sword." Even if he killed a hundred cold millet, his eyes would not blink. It's just that he was worried about his Moer. Last night, her pleading turned into a continuous spring water, suppressing his anger at this time. But what he didn't expect was that the strong internal force had invaded the body of the sword. With the loosening of his wrist, the cold millet, who had no martial arts, was caught off guard by the tip of the sword. A stream of inertia fell to the ground.

When Ru Mo bumped in, what appeared in front of her was the cold millet that fell to the ground. She grabbed Xiao Yan's sword, her eyes stared like a camel bell, and the blood on her chest was constantly pouring out.

"Brother, don't be afraid. It will be fine. My sister will hire the best doctor for you." Ru Mo squatted down, her cold hands tightly around the cold millet, and there was a choking sound in her words, "Don't leave Moer, mother is gone, father is gone, Huidi is gone, brother, don't go anymore..."

Leng Su gasped and stared at Xiao Yan angrily. His pale face glowed with a trace of light and a blush, and said intermittently; "Sister... It was killed by Xiao Yan... I... You must... To my brother... Revenge."

Ru Mo held her brother's face and only felt that his brother's face was as white as clouds, and his lips were not even a trace of blood. His eyes were particularly scary. She used to hate this disappointing brother very much, but when she looked at the moment when her brother stopped breathing, she suddenly found that she was useless and let her relatives around her constantly die one by one. Is it really powerless to protect them until they disappear? Or let them get stuck in this royal battle?

Her body was suddenly hugged, and she was very familiar with the mellow smell, with the smell of dragon saliva, which rushed to her face, but she could no longer distract her attention and disturb her mind. What is he doing? Sorry? Regret? It must be no. She has never forgotten that the man she has been loving with all his heart is in control of life and death, and even push her to a dead end!