Chapter 39 The Truth 3

The continuous rain enveloped the capital for dozens of miles, and the haze smell made people feel suffocated for no reason. Looking at the blue and gray capitals, Ye Yunyi didn't know how to describe his mood at this moment. He knew the truth, but he couldn't face it for a long time. He never thought it would be that person, the person he loved very much. Even if Qin Si guessed the deep meaning of the word "man", he did not doubt it.

Is that person's intention to kill Jingsheng for his future or his ambition...

Looking at the closed gate of the capital, Ye Yun's heart sank. The green ink beside her is dressed in black, and the exquisite curves are wrapped in black, like her staring eyes at this moment.

Knowing the turnover, Ye Yunyi and Qingmo entrusted Jingsheng to the woman of the farm to take care of him. Then, the two of them wanted to go back to the palace to have a look. Who would have thought that as soon as he was halfway, he met many dejected people and turned back.

Looking down, these people are carrying baskets on their shoulders, thinking that they are going to the market. But strangely, it's still early, and this basket is full, which doesn't look like going home from the market at all. After this question, I knew that it was forbidden to travel in the city. After several inquire, I asked some famous people from different people. This order is under the wind, and the people in the city can't get out, and the people outside the city can't get in...

"You still don't want to go into the city. Rich Lord Wang stuffed a lot of money and couldn't get in."

"Fortunately, we are outside the city. I secretly heard the guards say that they are arresting people everywhere in the capital, and they will lose their lives if they are wrong..."

Thinking back to what a young man said, Ye Yun sighed heavily. The capital was so stable that it was so chaotic. Ha ha, that's ridiculous.

"What are we going to do now?" Qingmo looked at Ye Yun's stiff back and asked.

Ye Yun calmed down: "This capital will definitely enter, and the palace will also return. I'm afraid that now the palace has fallen into the hands of my father... No, it's the Marquis Fengyuan.

Qingmo looked at the faint astringency of Ye Yun's lips, and his heart was very uncomfortable. The doubt in her heart is also the doubt in Ye Yun's heart. Who would have thought that the turbulent two countries behind the scenes would be the wind and distant marquis. And what kind of mind is he?

"Now that the investigation is serious, let's wait until late at night before entering the city." Qingmo said and handed over the prepared dry food from the bag he carried with him. Ye Yun reached out and took it, but he held it in his hand and didn't move for a long time.

"I suddenly want to hear it, and the final explanation is what it looks like..."

Ye Yun sank his eyes and half-eyes leaned against the tree trunk. The body is as straight as pine and cypress, and only the trembling eyelids move slightly in the wind.

Due to the lockdown, the Beijing Road, which was originally lively in the evening, is quiet today. There is less movement in the market and the footsteps of people coming and going.

It seems that something has been felt, and the lonely bird that only sings at night sings the feast in advance.

At the same time, the sense of urgency of danger around is increasing.

The cool breeze is coming, with an unclear murderous atmosphere. Ye Yun pulled out a soft sword from his waist, and his wrist flew in the air to draw a sword light. Qingmo didn't know the situation, but he also woke up.

"The Prince?"

"Shh, deal with it carefully." Ye Yun lowered his voice and said softly.

Qingmo nod his head, and before he replied, he saw the big tree not far away move. A cold light suddenly appeared, and then turned into several cold darts. Qingmo looked at the technique and his heart burst out. Her surprise was on her face, but Ye Yun was deeply immersed in her cold face. The method of the comer is too familiar, which is the same as the shadow pavilion.

Ye Yun couldn't help smiling bitterly. When did the shadow pavilion fall into his hands...

Qingmo took out his sword to block the cold darts coming from his face. Looking sideways, Ye Yun did not move, waved his palms, and hit the sword spirit with the blade, and knocked those cold darts down together.

The cold dart never made a tinkling sound, and hidden weapons came one after another. Ye Yun raised her hand with a pair of green ink and motioned her to retreat. Qingmo knew that Ye Yun had planned to retreat a few feet when he saw this. Ye Yun put the soft sword in his left hand and slowly raised his right hand. While his clothes were flying, a condensed breath enveloped around Ye Yun's palm. Looking coldly at the approaching dart, Ye Yun raised the corners of his lips, hit out the palm of his hand with his backhand, and then quickly collected it back.

Those cold darts were sucked and flew towards Ye Yun, but there was no doubt that they lacked sharp force. Ye Yun fixed the cold dart, and his shallow eyes suddenly flashed towards the big tree.

A few muffled hums came, and several people fell from the branches.

Ye Yun's palm wind only stopped for a moment. As soon as his auricle moved, he hit the low hill not far away. A burst of flying earth rose, and the gap in the low hill was mottled with cloth shirts. Several masked men jumped up with knives and forced Ye Yun. These people are clearly not the same as those who played cold darts before.

These people are extremely ruthless and have a deeper foundation in martial arts. Ye Yun didn't dare to be careless and carefully hit the palm wind. Qingmo hid aside and did not dare to act rashly. She knew that her kung fu could not defeat these people. She rushed forward for fear of causing trouble to Ye Yun.

She put her sword across her chest and leaned her back against the trunk of the tree. At this time, all she could do was to save her life, and then act on the opportunity to help her side.

Seeing Ye Yun kill several masked people mercilessly, the suffocation in Qingmo's chest loosened and stared at it. There were only two people left to compete with Ye Yun. Ye Yun's soft sword in one hand is like a wandering dragon, shuttling between the three people. Either head-to-face, or cut through, or gently reverse attack.

The two masked men could have resisted, but the two people had never joined hands, and after a while, they obviously showed flaws. Qingmo was secretly happy. It seemed that Ye Yun would definitely win.

But this joy has not turned into a smile, and the green ink's expression immediately became cold. She looked down, but saw a cold front on her neck. What a profound effort, she didn't even notice it.

"This girl looks handsome, tut."

I can't see the man's face, but I can only feel the cold breath scraping by my ears. Qingmo was very anxious. She knows too well who Ye Yunyi is. He will not risk his life...

Sure enough, as soon as Ye Yun heard the words, the movements in his hand paused. The murderous sword was half biased, and the blood spread from the masked man's chest, but it was not killed.

Another masked man was also injured. Ye Yun waved his sword against the enemy and turned back to the place where the green ink was and said, "Your Excellency is coming for me, why is it difficult for a girl's family?"