Legend of a Drop-dead Gorgeous Princess

Chapter 107: Conspiracy. Conspiracy

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Everyone quickly got on their horses.

Ling Chen protected Lan Ling in the middle, and he sat firmly on the horse without any panic.

Lan Ling looked around from the corner of his eyes, Tian Ming, Gu Fan, and Lei Ze were in the front row, Huo Jingyun and Bai Shaoting were on both sides, and Rui Wang and Han Zhitao were behind. Jiang Rui hugged Ling Shuang on the horse and held him tightly in front of him.

Lan Ling was a little anxious. The poison in Gu Fanzhong had been cleaned up. He was mildly poisoned, but Lei Ze and Han Zhitao's poison hadn't been cleaned up. The two seemed to be fine, but in fact they should be powerless at this time.

She pulled out her Autumn Water Sword and wanted to rush to the front, Ling Chen gave her a hard look: "You don't move anywhere, follow me!"

"Fourth, stay safe!" A man in a silver helmet slowly stepped out of the crowd.

Lan Ling looked up and saw that it was King Ning Lingfeng.

The BMW under him is brown and bright, extremely handsome, majestic and majestic, sitting on the horse right now, his eyebrows are like swords, behind him is like a thousand horses and horses, the blackness is endless.

Standing side by side with him, on the left is his father Lan Jingtian, on the right are the Wushan god couple Zhang Li, Yang Que, and Fan Xing.

The rain gradually became smaller, drizzle, faintly sandwiched with fine snow particles, cold.

When Ling Chen was fighting Ling Feng in Fu Li Country, he didn't see Fan Xing, so he thought he was gone.

Ling Chen smiled slightly: "Ling Feng, you are really hiding here. During this period of time, the news you spread was in Shangdan country, Fuli country, and Beiyi. In fact, you have been in Minshan, haven't you? "

"It doesn't matter where I am. Ling Chen, there should be a break between us, and what you took from me should be returned!"

Ling Chen sneered, "Joke, what is yours!"

"Of course you got the country and women by means!" Ling Feng's face was frosty, and his eyes were full of cold light.

More and more soldiers gathered around, Lan Ling looked at his father's gray hair, felt sad in his heart, and called out loudly, "Father, I am Lan Ling."

Ling Chen reached out his hand to stop the rushing Lan Ling: "Ling'er, back off."

Ling Feng said loudly: "Ling'er, come here!"

Lan Ling sneered: "Ling Feng, my husband is Ling Chen!"

Lan Jingtian looked at her with a solemn expression, and sighed deeply: "Ling'er, have you recovered your memory? That's fine. There are only enemies and friends on the battlefield, and no matter who hurts whom, it has nothing to do with personal feelings. Understand?"

Lan Ling's heart was twisted like a knife, and she never thought that one day she would meet her father on the battlefield.

Lan Sedum took the lead, holding a spear in his hand, his weather-stained face was resolute, and his whole body showed a murderous aura, which is the aura that only those who have gone through hundreds of battles and face life and death calmly will have.

Lan Ling looked at them and just wanted to cry, she had no fighting spirit in her heart. Fighting between brothers and killing each other between father and daughter are all human tragedies.

Ling Chen glanced at Fan Xing: "Fan Xing, are you determined to help him?"

Fan Xing smiled slightly: "Of course, there is no turning back when you start your bow."

"Good!" Ling Chen nodded.

Huo Jingyun fired a signal flare into the sky, and horns sounded all over the place.

A group of people rushed up. This time, Lan Ling saw the astonishment on Ling Feng's face, "It turns out that the fourth child was already prepared!"

"So, you will never be the winner, you were not in the past, and you still will not be in the present!" Ling Chen said.

Fan Xing's face changed slightly, "Ling Chen, you won't use her again?"

Ling Chen looked at Fan Xing: "You have been using her! Did she tell you my itinerary and route to Moshan? During this period, you used the military intelligence she stole, you really think I don't know ? Fan Xing, I let you go once, I once said, if I see you again, I will kill you!"

Ling Feng raised his head and looked at Ling Chen: "So, you deliberately let her know your itinerary to Moshan to lure us into the bait? How did you know that I would come to intercept you?"

Ling Chen smiled, "I got the news that your large army in Daxing is hiding in Minshan, and I'm on Minminshan, how could you let go of this chance to kill me?"

Ling Feng raised his face and smiled and said, "That's right, the fourth child understands me! You brought all the masters around you, but no matter how powerful your people are, how many people can you beat? So, today you are dead! "

"You don't need to worry about how many people I can resist. My people are no less than you. To tell you the truth, I already arranged people to live here half a month ago." Ling Chen looked at him quietly.

Lan Ling looked at Ling Chen suddenly, it turned out that he didn't really accompany her back to Moshan. That was just a pretense.

He wanted to draw out Ling Feng's hidden team.

The she they were talking about must be Wen Heng. Fan Xing learned about Ling Chen's itinerary from Wen Heng, so he wanted to intercept and kill him.

Now it looks like Ling Chen deliberately told Wen Heng about his itinerary, did Wen Heng also know about Ling Chen's plan, did they work together? Thinking of this, Lan Ling felt sad, she would always be an outsider.

True and false, conspiracies and plots, designs and plots are everywhere.

There was a sneer behind him.

When everyone turned around, it was actually Wen Heng.

"Why are you here?" Ling Chen frowned slightly.

Wen Heng raised his face: "How could such a fierce war be without me?"

Fan Xing paled: "Wen Heng?"

Wen Heng looked at Fan Xing, "You didn't do this all for me, did you?"

Fan Xing nodded: "Yes. But only by killing Ling Chen can you truly belong to me."

Wen Heng smiled miserably, "Go ahead."

Fan Xing and Ling Chen, one is the person who loves her, and the other is the person she loves.

She told Fan Xing that Lingchen was going to Mount Mo, and she told him their route, only to let Fan Xing kill Lan Ling. that is it. Unexpectedly, Fan Xing wanted Ling Chen's life.

She didn't expect that when Ling Chen visited her that day and told her his route to Moshan, it turned out that he didn't just say it casually.

That's right, he used the same method to get rid of the invincible King Ning's eagle team before, but she even forgot.

Seeing Wen Heng's smile, Lan Ling felt desperate, miserable, unwilling, and confused. It turned out that this time, she was also a pawn.

Ling Feng sneered: "I see, you are really powerful. In terms of insidiousness and meanness, I am really no match for you. Before, you assassinated the prince and made everyone think I did it. Now, you have used Two women, they found my base camp so easily!"

The prince was killed by Ling Chen? Lan Ling's heart trembled.

Ling Chen did not refute.

"What you said needs evidence, otherwise it's all nonsense. Let's see who wins today!" Ling Chen raised the sword in his hand, his eyes were like cold stars, the sword energy was like a rainbow, and he stabbed like lightning.

Ling Feng raised his Silver Frost Sword to meet him, and the two sides fought together.

Ling Feng didn't expect Ling Chen to be on guard, Ling Chen didn't expect Ling Feng to have so many excellent troops!

Tian Ming guarded Lan Ling behind him, while Jiang Rui tightly guarded Ling Shuang. Ling Shuang didn't understand why Brother Huang didn't let her follow until now.

Ling Chen, who is the real you? Did you kill the prince too? At that time, everyone thought that Ling Feng did it, and the first emperor also thought so, and reduced Ling Feng's military power.

Even Bai Lan, the prince's mother, should think that the prince died at the hands of King Ning Lingfeng, otherwise, she would not have turned against Ling Chen during the mutiny and helped Ling Chen seize the throne.

Ling Chen and Ling Feng fought together, like a cloud of mist, rain, sword energy, hostility, and indescribable anger.