Stop killing people!
A hoarse, choked tone with a hint of coolness.
Jing Rong's cold, bloodthirsty eyes met her tearful, slightly pleading eyes.
Why did he want to kill
Why do you want to drive people into a corner
But she was forced to do everything.
"Let them go," she pleaded with red eyes and trembling lips.
Jing Rong frowned fiercely.
"Do you know what you're talking about?"
"The case of Duke Yuguo's mansion involves a lot of people. There are enough people who have died in this case, so why add a few more cold corpses."
"so what?"
"What if you kill them now? There are far more than the dozens and hundreds of old people in Duke Yu's residence. You can't kill them all."
Can't kill!
This sentence is a thousand words.
Her thin hands were on Jingrong's palms, and she tried harder, trying to break down the hand that only gave the order.
Jing Rong's eyes were still as cold and hard, "If you want this king to let them go, you will let the tiger go back to the mountain, and there will be endless troubles."
She shook her head desperately, "No, I promise you."
"What's your guarantee?"
She paused for a while, then took out the jade pendant, her eyes firm, "I promise it."
At that moment, Jing Rong's whole body's cruelty and killing were slowly washed away.
The hand also dropped.
Ji Yunshu finally let out a breath, took a few steps forward, swept everyone one by one, and said sullenly, "Because of this jade pendant, you think that I am the little prince, well, if you really think I am the little prince, then you must Follow my orders."
Those people are already fat in the pot, and there is no possibility of the rest of their lives.
Everyone looked at each other and looked at her in unison.
She turned her eyes to Wen Panshi, "The case of Duke Yuguo's mansion has been handed over to Prince Rong and me by the emperor. After returning to Beijing, I will try my best to find out the case. Is there a fight between dragons and tigers? Or is there a hidden mystery? Everything will be revealed to the world when the truth is revealed, and the seventy-odd members of the Imperial Palace will be able to redress their grievances. Even if you are right, what if you don't hesitate to sacrifice so many lives? Can you fight against the hundreds of thousands of troops in the imperial court? The capital is heavily fortified, can you break in? At that time, only life will be smeared and blood will stain Shengjing , and you will all become cold corpses that fill up the foundation of the country."
"Sir..."
"Come on, don't let more people sacrifice their lives for something that has not yet been found out. I will also find out the truth behind the "Linjing Case", if it is really 'retaining the position and cutting the thorns' , At that time, you don’t need to rebel, the people all over the world will rebel.”
Uh!
Wen Panshi's cheeks trembled slightly, and he lowered his eyes, his wrinkled face still vicissitudes.
Long time no speech.
Ji Yunshu looked back at Jingrong, "Let them go."
Craving again.
But Jing Rong's eyes were burning, looking at those people who were mortal and wearing armor, "You are all chaotic parties, you are rebels and thieves, what you have done is a big crime, if it spreads to the capital, you will not be able to live. , and this king should also hang you all to avoid future troubles and remove the scourge for the court. But..."
Ludun added, "The person that this king respects most in his life is the uncle Yu Guogong. When he was a child, he once said two words to this king. It's 'death to protect the army' ... not to let you go, but to put you in prison, and then make a decision after careful consideration by this king."
Hearing these words suddenly, Lin Feng panicked.
He was not reconciled, "If you have the ability, you will kill us and ask us to disarm and surrender, don't even think about it."
"So, do you want to die?"
"Even if I was shot by random arrows, I would keep bowing to them."
"Shut up." Wen Panshi suddenly scolded, "You almost killed the little prince for your own selfishness. Your father didn't want you to avenge him, but to help the little prince."
you bastard.
Lin Feng was speechless!
But full of anger!
At this time-
Jing Rong raised his hand again, "This king has already given you a chance, since you don't want it, then..."
When the archers on the roof saw this, they immediately drew their bows and arrows.
Just waiting for his hand to loosen up.
Wen Panshi suddenly spoke and ordered, "Put them all down."
then-
The soldiers in armor dropped the long swords in their hands.
It was thrown to the ground crackling.
On the blade of the sword, a cold light flashed.
Jingrong hooked her lips, smiled coldly, and put down her hand to give an order.
The archers all collected their arrows.
However, only Lin Feng did not lose the sword in his hand. His eyes were red, he bit his cheeks tightly, and his forehead and temple were full of blue veins.
He doesn't want to admit defeat!
He held up his sword and looked at Jingrong angrily, "Dog thief, I must kill you."
Grit your teeth.
The sword was like lightning, and it slashed towards Jing Rong in an instant.
Jing Rong didn't want to dodge, and watched the sword stab over.
Everyone held their breath and took a deep breath, not sweating for Jing Rong, but for Lin Feng.
Everyone knows that he is dying!
What was unexpected was that the archer on the roof was supposed to shoot Lin Feng, but a dagger took a step faster, and went around Lin Feng's neck in a semicircle from the back, making a smooth stroke.
Cut a hole!
Blood spilled.
It flowed from the neck to the cold armor, which was particularly dazzling.
The one who killed was none other than Zhao Huai!
It was the dagger his father had left him.
The sword in Lin Feng's hand fell to the ground, and his body fell heavily.
"Lin Feng!"
Wen Xian shouted, rushed up to support him, and put him on the ground.
"Lin... Feng?" His lips trembled, one hand tightly pressed the knife on his neck, and he cried out in pain, "Lin Feng, you can't die, you can't die..."
"Uh... uh..."
"Lin Feng..."
"Uh… "
Lin Feng's eyes turned white, his whole body twitched, and blood was spurting out of his mouth.
finally-
He didn't take a breath, choked, and his body stiffened.
died!
Don't rest your eyes!
Wen Xian stayed there, completely stunned. After an unknown amount of time, he raised his hand to close Lin Feng's eyes, picked up the sword dripping in blood, propped himself up, and glared at Zhao Huai, the culprit. , in his eyes, full of killing intent.
In an instant, he raised his sword and faced Zhao Huai!
"Why? Why?" asked loudly.
Zhao Huai had an indifferent look, and said from his mouth, "Whoever dares to hurt the little prince should die."
"you… "
About to raise a sword to kill.
"Stop." Wen Panshi stopped.
"He killed Lin Feng."
Wen Xian hissed and trembled, tears streaming down his face.