"Wait!"
With the sound of shouting, two men came quickly from a distance, the first one was tall and dressed in the uniform of the commander of the imperial guards, the other had thick eyebrows and heavy beard, and was dressed in a brocade robe.
When Pei Yuan saw that the latter was his future father-in-law, Du Wei Yanlie, his expression changed, and he hurriedly tore off a piece of his sleeve to cover his face.
The shout was made by one person before, he galloped up to him, frowned and shouted, "Put it all away! What nonsense!"
The guards put away their weapons when they heard the words from their superiors. Pei Yuan raised his eyebrows, turned around slowly, and said calmly, "Commander Tie, are you blaming me for messing around?"
"Don't dare." Tie Cangmo, the deputy commander of the imperial guards, bowed his body neither humble nor overbearing, and his syllables were sonorous, "The princess urged me, I dare not disobey, it's just that the princess ordered my subordinates to point at the people with swords and guns, and the subordinates cannot move them. Please see the princess, for the sake of our lives, please hold back your anger a little."
"Him?" Pei Yuan turned around, glanced sideways at Zhan Beiye, with a sneering smile on his lips, "What kind of thing is he?"
Tie Cangmo lowered his head slightly, frowned slightly, but his tone was still calm, "Princess, this is His Royal Highness King Tiansha Guolie, and he is His Majesty's distinguished guest. You are rude."
"You—" Pei Yuan choked on being blocked by him. He wanted to get angry, but hesitated for a while. This person is upright, and he is also the number one expert in Taiyuan Palace. He is very principled. If he offends him, he will inevitably step down. .
In a blink of an eye, seeing Yan Lie coming over, this is her future father-in-law, Pei Yuan didn't want to get angry wantonly in front of him, held back his anger, gave Tie Cangmo an angry look, and went to greet Yan Lie.
Yan Lie's eyes flicked over her tightly wrapped mask, and then she looked away, standing on the spot smiling and stroking her beard, receiving Pei Yuan's gift, Pei Yuan straightened her waist, and she was always proud, not because it was out of place The gift was not pleasant, but showed a smile. The old man of the Yan family accepted her gift, didn't he definitely recognize her as his daughter-in-law
Yan Lie stared at her and said with a soft smile, "Princess Princess, today is His Majesty's birthday, don't get entangled in trivial matters, it would be inappropriate to miss important matters."
His tone was calm, but his smile seemed to have a deep meaning, and he bit the word "big matter" a little bit more heavily.
Pei Yuan's heart skipped a beat when she heard this, and then she remembered the purpose of coming here, she frowned, a little bit annoyed why she forgot the business when she saw Meng Fuyao, she just remembered, as if she hadn't heard Meng Fuyao make a sound just now
Just now, I seemed to see her tumbling to the flowers and trees under the steps, and then she didn't appear again, and then confronted Zhan Beiye, Tie Cangmo rushed over, and after a verbal confrontation, she forgot about this woman.
At this time, Zhan Beiye also thought of Meng Fuyao, and with a cold snort, he followed the blood that Meng Fuyao rolled all the way to the flowers, and suddenly raised his thick eyebrows.
The bloodstains are still there behind the flowers, how can there be Meng Fuyao
With a cold snort from behind, Pei Yuan swept over like a gust of wind, saw that Meng Fuyao was gone, his face was very ugly, and he said bitterly, "With me here, you can't escape very far!"
Zhan Beiye suddenly turned around, he moved so violently that he flicked his sleeves and slapped Pei Yuan's face, Pei Yuan felt as if his face was being swept away by an iron plate, until his eyes went dark, Zhan Beiye's tone was dark As cold as ice, "I warn you, there are still nine holes. This king will pursue it once I see it. If you dare to move her finger again, I will poke a hundred holes in your body. This king will not kill women, but you can Make an exception for you!"
With a flick of his sleeves, he said sharply, "I don't have time to chat with you now, this account, remember!"
Pei Yuan covered her face and raised her head, just about to retort when Zhan Beiye flicked her sleeves again and another gust of wind hit her on the right side of the cheek, making her stagger, and Zhan Beiye's figure flashed, she was already gone Far.
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"Hey Hey hey-"
"Take it easy, take it easy—"
"Hiss... are you saving people or killing people?"
In the darkness, murmurs sounded continuously, and two pairs of shining pupils faintly glowed in the darkness, one of which was the unlucky Meng Fuyao.
She just rolled down the steps and rolled into the flowers, and before she had time to get up, she was suddenly pulled by a pair of steel-like hands, and then she fell into a deep dark well.
Meng Fuyao was startled and wanted to resist, but the other party covered her mouth, and shook her head to signal her to keep silent, the slightly rough part of his palm was obviously the hand of a man practicing martial arts, but the cool palm contained the talent of a noble man. Using a faint aloes fragrance, Meng Fuyao signaled with his eyes that he would not act rashly, and the man let go of his hand. Meng Fuyao looked around and found that this was a secret room. He guessed that there used to be a dry well there, connected to a certain place. The secret passage was sealed later, and flowers were planted on it, and he rolled into the flowers, and the man who hid in the well took advantage of the situation and pulled himself down.
Sensing that the other party was not hostile, Meng Fuyao breathed a sigh of relief. The man suddenly pulled her shoulders, ripped off a few strips of cloth from his sleeves, and cut Meng Fuyao quickly and ruthlessly. The wound on the shoulder was bandaged in an instant.
Meng Fuyao was caught off guard and yelled in pain, before the yelling was over, the man let go of his hand and turned around without saying a word.
His back was thin and straight, sinking in the darkness like a jade tree, seeing Meng Fuyao calm down, he took a few steps forward, and a faint light came in, outlining the figure of a man, broad shoulders and slender waist, he was still a boy.
Meng Fuyao stared at that figure, feeling a little familiar.
She looked up and frowned, for some reason, she had never liked claustrophobic spaces, and instinctively wanted to escape.
But the man suddenly looked back, with an extremely handsome face, his eyes were as deep and clear as an ancient spring, his face was slightly pale, reminiscent of the snow-covered mountains and rivers of the imperial dynasty far away, his eyes were dark and deep, cold and penetrating, with a thousand The sky is as deep as an abyss, the sky is as bright as sparks, and in the extreme darkness and coldness, there are strangely dancing and flickering stars.
Meng Fuyao suddenly gasped.
These eyes... She has seen them before!
On the second day after Xuanyuan Sword Sect, Yan Jingchen broke up with her, when she returned to the Sword Sect, she raised a sword to challenge the black-clothed boy. That time, looking back at him, an indelible spark exploded in her eyes.
She always remembers.
I don't want to meet him in a secret passage somewhere in the Taiyuan Palace today.
The boy looked at Meng Fuyao, and suddenly said, "I saved your life just now, now you do me a favor."
His voice was cold, like thin ice hitting each other in an ice pool, cold and repulsive.
"Huh?" Meng Fuyao opened his eyes wide, what logic does this guy have? Where does her life need him to save? Zhan Beiye wouldn't just sit back and watch her be killed. She was unlucky enough to be dragged into a dark well by him, and she owed him a life-saving favor in the end
Besides, he was hiding here sneakily, with a solemn expression, which meant that the one who needed someone's help must be a major matter of decapitation, and she, Meng Fuyao, was not a fool, she liked to be cannon fodder.
The young man pursed his lips, looked at her expression, without saying a word, the long sword flashed brightly, and it was already placed on Meng Fuyao's neck.
The edge of the sword was bitterly cold, the blade was as bright as autumn water, and the murderous aura on the sword was like scattered sharp needles, Meng Fuyao nearly closed his eyes.
"I don't ask for help, and I don't like to say it a second time. If you don't go, I'll kill you!"