Just in that moment!

Yan Wu narrowed her eyes, she found the blade hidden under the pillow, and suddenly raised her legs again.

The silk quilt fell.

As the legs were swept through the wind, the bloated body fell in an instant.

There was a loud "bang--" sound.

The old emperor fell to the couch hard, and his whole body was sore.

At the same time, the girl had already jumped up.

"Big, bold..."

The voice of accusation with insufficient energy came from the old emperor's mouth. His anger became more and more intense, and he was about to call people into the room—

A force suddenly came.

Yan Wu smiled slightly and kicked her knees, but she showed no mercy.

"ah!!!"

The shrill cry of pain sounded again.

The old emperor was turned over and struggled as weak as a fish that was turning on his stomach, almost dying.

However, the next moment.

A cold sharp blade hit his neck, and he suddenly became hoarse.

The room returned to a dead silence, only heavy panting echoed.

There was a commotion outside where he had heard the movement.

"emperor!"

"Your Majesty, are you fine?"

...

The waiting palace people said panic and wanted to come in to find out the situation-

"Wave them back." Yan Wu whispered softly, and his weapon stabbed in as if nothing had happened.

It accurately leaves no substantial scars, but it brings a cold and painful feeling to people.

The old emperor felt a pain in an instant, and looked at her smiling eyes and felt like falling into an ice cellar.

"No, don't come in!"

So he made a sound of trembling trembling. As he spoke, he glanced at the cold light on his throat and felt even more creepy.

"I, I am playing with love, my beloved concubine... I'm having fun! None of you is allowed to come in...ah!"

The emperor's scolding sounded intermittently.

Sometimes there may be strange low screams mixed with.

For a moment.

The palace people looked at each other, misunderstood the situation inside, and all blushed again.

well.

The emperor's old tree blooms, this is a bit bigger...is it normal?

Thinking of the emperor's increasingly irritable temper coming in, everyone looked at each other and all retreated silently.

The sound of footsteps that were so small that they were almost gone gradually.

The old emperor's eyes were tilted to his feet on the couch, his expression getting darker and darker.

"Love, beloved concubine, you..."

"Shut up." Yan Wu still smiled, her sharp blade swaying lightly, as if she was about to penetrate again.

The world suddenly became quiet.

The girl's protagonist curled her eyebrows and fell into a brief deep thought.

Hmm.

The original owner's current situation is really difficult...

This old emperor is undoubtedly going to die.

Although the "fight" just now was not as fierce as it was before, she could feel that the other party's vitality was already on the verge of being Bintian.

Of course, even if he can survive, Yan Wu doesn't plan to keep anyone...

She is still a baby, what kind of concubine is she?

But it.

If he was so easily killed, he might have to be imprisoned or buried with him.

Compared to modern times, the laws of the ancients were really too imperfect...

The girl's protagonist sighed quietly.

Suddenly, a flash of inspiration flashed.

"Emperor." After a moment, Yan Wu finally spoke, and Qingyue's voice was lazy.

The stunning face swayed in the candlelight, bright and incomparable.

"Love, what's the matter with the concubine?"

Bewitched by the beauty, the old emperor, who was thinking of getting out, swallowed his saliva and was stunned in an instant.

The girl's protagonist smiled deeply and said a sentence slowly.

"……good."

The old emperor responded blankly, and stopped halfway through his words: "Absurd!"

...

at the same time.

Not far from the palace, there is a towering mansion.

A black-clothed secret guard was immersed in the night and arrived at the study. He stopped and whispered a few words to his colleagues who were guarding outside the door.

After a moment, the secret guard in charge lightly knocked on the door.

"Prince."

Inside the house.

The man sitting behind the table was still motionless and still waved his ink until he finished outlining the last word before he closed his sleeves and spoke.
Chapter completed!