The Anarchic Consort Chapter 109: Your Highness is down

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On the street.

A tall carriage walked slowly, and countless black-clad cavalry guards back and forth, with compelling extravagance.

Helian Weiwei turned around, leaned her back against the wall, and made a gesture towards the white cat, which meant that she should advance into the wonderland space.

He turned sideways, glanced in the direction of the carriage, and his back shook slightly.

It seems that the third prince really has to catch her.

I came here in person!

"What should we do now?" Yuan Ming's eyes seldom narrowed, and he also found it difficult for the third prince to deal with.

Helian Weiwei analyzed the situation: "You can't go head-to-head."

"There is a sense of martial arts, woman, do you know what this means?" Yuan Ming raised his eyes, and his tone became cold: "This means we are surrounded, and he knows that you are here. Nearby."

"Retreat first." Helian Weiwei tightened her fingers and rushed to another long alley beautifully.

Looking at the long alley that was also blocked, Yuan Ming whistled in a long whistle: "It looks like it can't be withdrawn." The man was really ruthless enough that he didn't even give them the opportunity to take the path.

Helian Weiwei deepened her eyes, raised her hand, and was about to use her martial energy, but heard a depressed cough.

"Bo Liang, what happened outside?"

The sound is like water, ringing in the noisy street, it seems to calm all the noise.

Helian Weiwei's ear moved, pulling Yuan Ming and flashing aside, watching the carriage stopped at the alley, a light flashed in her eyes

The surface of the carriage doesn't look very good. The pure white color is clean, without any extra accessories, but such carriages are only common in Kyoto.

Any merchant with a little silver can afford it. Unlike the broad young master of Kurosawa, the roof is painted in luxurious gold.

However, what Helen Weiwei cares about is that handsome black horse pulling a carriage.

Although it has tried very hard to restrain its wings, its owner has also carefully given it a saddle.

But all this can't fool Helian Weiwei's eyes, that horse is not an ordinary horse.

"It's a black wind horse!" Even Yuan Ming showed a faint surprise on his face when he saw the carriage. According to the truth, it should be hiding in the spiritual forest. How could it be willing to be taken by humans? control.

Helian Weiwei curled her thin lips, and looked at Yuan Ming with a smile, very evil.

In the blink of an eye, there is no longer a figure of her in the same place.

In front of the carriage, a middle-aged servant jumped from the shaft of the carriage and bowed to the curtain of the carriage. His kind face was full of respect: "The son, the guard of the royal family, seems to be searching for something. People..."

"The royal guard?" His hands were pale and thin, but with inexplicable strength, he stretched out from the carriage and held it against the curtain. The ivory white robe swung lightly in the wind, and a deep cough sounded. Get up: "Just be polite and don't conflict."

The middle-aged servant bowed his head, both respectful and respectful: "Yes, the old slave can handle this little thing, don't worry."

"Be careful." The watery voice came as the curtain fell.

The man turned around, and Helen Weiwei who was hiding in the car finally had a chance to see his looks clearly.

The poem-like side face was stepped with a layer of brilliance, and his thin lips were pale due to years of serious illness, but it did not affect his temperament at all, but added a touch of warmth. The smile on his face was just right, narrow and long. His eyes were half-curved, and his eyebrows were like a cold wind and cold moon. They were incredibly good-looking. The pure white robe fits him perfectly, making him look like he has walked out of the middle of the moon.

"You..."

Helian Weiwei could clearly see a light flashing in the man's calm and unwavering eyes.

"Hush." ​​Regardless of the difference between men and women, Helian Weiwei directly covered his lips with her left hand and smiled faintly: "I personally don't like violence, so I also ask this young man to cooperate."

The man glanced at the dagger near his neck, his face was gentle and unchanging: "You are the one the three princes are looking for."

Helian Weiwei squinted her eyes, for the cleverness of a man...

At this time, another carriage has been driven over, even though the curtain is across, Helian Weiwei can feel the strong sense of oppression.

Helian Weiwei's dagger tightened tightly, and she was planning to think of other ways.

The man spoke, with a soft coughing sound, with only two words: "Get down."

Helian Weiwei's eyes flashed, took a deep look at the man, and quickly bent her body.

At this time.

The curtain of the car was suddenly blown by a blast of cold wind.

Helianweiwei nestled under the car seat, followed the daylight, and looked up.

In the distance, someone is coming step by step.

His steps are as if they have been calculated, like walking in the clouds, each step of the poison repeats an unchanging posture, looks indifferent and cold, but there is an unstoppable elegance.

Helian Weiwei seemed to hear the sound of cracking wheels.

The whole street seems to be still.

Almost everyone looked at this man who walked down from the carriage and existed like a god, and even his breathing was suppressed in his throat.

Helian Weiwei subconsciously shrank her body until the other party got closer...

It was so close that they had only been separated by a thin layer of carriage before.

He has the most noble temperament that Helian Weiwei has ever seen, and he circulates in the light and shadow, constantly oozing some kind of upsetting power.

Helian Weiwei quickly took her breath away.

When Bailijiajue looked in this direction, his deep black eyes were indifferent to everything.

It seems that even if the whole street is crazy because of him, it can't affect any of his thoughts.

Bai Li Jiajue glanced at the carriage, then cast his gaze on the man who coughed and smiled lightly.

The man did not get out of the car, but bowed his head politely, as gentle as jade: "The Caomin has seen His Royal Highness."

"The son..." Uncle Liang wanted to stand up, but the man fixed his gaze in the distance.

Bali Jiajue's gaze did not change a little, and his words were light: "routine."

Helian Weiwei, who was lying down in the car, gave a gray-headed grimace. Routine? The third prince is really black-bellied, and it is clear that he made such an earth-shaking thing to catch her, and it has become a serious routine in his mouth, which makes the people of the four major families even want to go to the Supreme Emperor to sue. No benefit can be obtained from the status.

"Let it go." Baili Jiajue's voice rang again.

Helian Weiwei swears that she has never felt like this time before, that the voice of the third prince is really beautiful.

But!

She just wanted to get up.

I heard Bailijiajue say again: "Wait a minute..."