524 Hua Chao Shock

Snow can bury all traces, and as it melts, those marks will disappear.

With several snowfalls and melting, the willows are green and the flowers are blooming. Bees and butterflies begin to dress up in Shengjing, which has been silent all winter.

Beautiful scenery is often the best scenery for beauty.

Since the first apricot flower bloomed in the garden, the number of concubines in the garden began to rise. The clothes and jewelry that have been prepared for a long time can take this opportunity to brighten up, compare, and say a few more salty words, look at the changing or tolerant expression on the other party's face, and hide a smile.

Life in the palace is probably like this.

Luo Wener is also accompanying Qianyu Moyuan, because today is the Flower Festival, and she can make a wish to the Flower Godmother or ask for her heart.

Last night, she wrote on the cut ribbon in front of the case. Qian Yumo insisted on coming to see what wish she had made, which made her handwriting crookedly, and soon she was fooled by him again**. Early this morning, he took a lot of colorful notes, saying that he had guessed what she was thinking and asked her to go with him to enjoy the red, so that he could achieve his wish.

However, when she tied the colorful flag to the flower tree, she found that there was no word on it.

I turned around and looked angrily, but I saw Qian Yumo mysteriously saying that he wrote on it with water, because...

"You know the wishes of the clouds, I know, the goddess of flowers knows, but why let others see it clearly?"

This person always has something to say.

She also ignored him. Only when she was in the department, she meditated in her heart and didn't realize the sky... When will her wish come true?

"Madam, what are you thinking about?" His voice sounded low in her ear, and then picked up the colorful flag in her hand and tied it to a higher branch: "If you hang it high, the flower goddess can see it clearly, and the wishes of the clouds can be realized as soon as possible."

She smiled and lowered her head, as if to say to herself, "The Holy Princess is about to have a baby..."

He smiled stagnantly.

He knew that the child was her biggest heart disease, but he... How could he put her in danger?

"Oh, is the cloud blaming the Holy Princess for saying goodbye?" He deliberately raised his face and diverted her mind.

She raised her head and looked at him with resentment.

Thousand wings are about to have children...

In this time and space, ordinary civilians also regard their children as a major event, especially the royal family. If there is no next generation as the lord of the country, it will make the subjects panic. As the holy king, Qian Yuyi is the potential greatest danger of competing for the throne of the king. Once a male man is born, it will add more weight to his power and ambition. At that time...

However, it's strange that since she was intercepted by him in the snow, perhaps it was indeed because she couldn't get out of the Bichi Palace. She never saw him again, and within a few days, he led Xia Yubing back to Daliao, which really puzzled her and Qian Yumo, but coincidentally thought that she let go so easily and decided It is the most powerful "weapon" buried.

But what will it be? They secretly investigated for a long time and got nothing. Is it because they are more careful? Did the Holy King of Tianyi come to Beijing this time just for a courtesy greeting?

The two looked at each other and opened them again, as if they were admiring the beauty shuttling between the flowers and branches.

Nie Ziyan is covered with light purple embroidered flowers and leaves embroidered with green flowers and leaves, standing not far away. Now, she is no different from those concubines. The only thing she gets is his occasional attention, but her eyes are also full of vigilance.

She lowered her eyes and tied a purple colored strip on the flowers and branches beside her.

I don't know who it was. Suddenly, he shouted, saying that he had been stung by bees and was making noise. Many concubines went to see the fun, and the people in the garden rushed to one side.

Luo Wener didn't pay attention to it, but someone called her, saying that there was something wrong with her fragrance, which caused someone to be "dead".

She knew that these people didn't look for trouble for a day, so she told Qian Yumo and went there.

However, just as she was approaching the crowd, the crowd suddenly exploded as if frightened. She couldn't help retreating, and a concubine seemed to trip over something.

But at the moment she wanted to hold the man, her expression suddenly changed.

She suddenly felt bad, but there was no time to escape, and she was already choked.

"Clouds..."

Qian Yumo was horriffed and was about to take action, and there was a scream from there... Nie Ziyan was also crossed by a sword across his neck. Because of the struggle, a blood stain had appeared.

The corners of his eyes jumped, and he immediately stopped and stood with his hands on his hands.

The two "concubines" held Luo Wener and Nie Ziyan respectively and shouted at Qian Yumo: "Give over the dragon!"

It turned out to be two men!

Qian Yumo slightly locked his eyebrows: "The Dragon is not here. If it is, can you be presumptuous?"

However, before the words fell, the sword around Luo Wen'er's neck was tight, so the blood flowed down like a line.

He couldn't help taking a step forward: "Let her go!"

The assassin laughed: "Qian Yumo, will you also worry about women? It seems that she is indeed a little different..."

The sword was instantly collected, and the blood sprayed, and then slowly fell down.

Qian Yumo was so shocked that the corners of his eyes jumped straight, and the hand hidden in his sleeve suddenly turned slightly...

"Qian Yumo, don't think I don't know what you have prepared around you. Let me tell you, if you dare to move, you will wait to see if this woman is still life!"

The tight fingertips gradually relaxed... He really didn't dare to bet on the life of the clouds.

However, at this time, Nie Ziyan suddenly shouted, "Take my life, I'm Luo Shangyi!"

Even in such a critical moment, Luo Wener can clearly identify her acting.

How can't you tell who is the palace concubine and who is Shang Yi just by clothes? Moreover, when the assassins have been lurking here for a long time, how can they not tell what their identity is? Even if you can't tell the difference, who doesn't know that the Lord of Wuyi has a special love for Luo Shangyi? Isn't it more solidified her identity? Is it eager for her to die immediately, or to win Qian Yumo's pity? And Qian Yumo, he can...

When I looked around, I happened to see Qian Yumo looking at Nie Ziyan with an angry look, but I don't know whether it was her self-volute or her "three hundred taels of silver here".

My heart was so cold that I didn't realize how painful the wound on my neck was.

"Take my life, I am, I am..." Nie Ziyan cried and looked desperate for death.

"Shut up!" The assassin was a little impatient: "If I hadn't seen your mask, I would really think you were that bullshit Shangyi!"

"Ding..."

The mask was swept off by the sword, and everyone coincidentally saw the delicate and ferociousness, and suddenly screamed more fearfully than seeing the assassin.

Nie Ziyan screamed crazily and struggled desperately, regardless of the blade cutting her skin.

In the chaos, Luo Wener heard a soft sound on the sword under his neck, and then the assassin behind him snorted and loosened his strength.

She immediately used her light skills to escape from danger.

At the same time, she saw that the assassin holding Nie Ziyan also bowed down, and Qian Yumo was flying over to catch Nie Ziyan, who was about to fall.

At this moment, the assassin who was caught in the hidden weapon suddenly jumped up, and the blade turned into a cold light and stabbed straight to Qianyu ink...

"No..."

I don't know who came from this exclamation. Luo Wen'er turned her body to stop the cold light, and saw Nie Ziyan suddenly stand up and rushed straight to Qian Yumo...

"Puff..."

The sound of the sword front into the body is so dull, but it isolates all the sounds.

She saw a sword pierce Nie Ziyan's body...

Qianyu ink waved his sleeves...

With another muffled sound, the assassin was hit and flew straight back, hitting the mountain stone fiercely.

And the sword front also pulled out with his departure, bringing out a string of bright red, like ink splashing.

"Purple Smoke..."

She heard Qian Yumo's heartbreaking cry and hugged the body that was paralyzed in her arms...

Luo Wener stood there fixedly, and only felt that her eyes were full of prosperity and suddenly overturned...