Legend of Fu Yao Chapter 35: So disguised

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In front of the gate of the letter palace, the captain of the guard sniffed his nose suspiciously, and he smelled a **** breath that seemed to be absent.

The moment he sniffed his nose, Meng Fuyao suddenly raised his head, then grabbed the first half step without a trace, and walked in front of Yunhen.

At this time, the captain just turned around and asked, "What's the smell?"

His eyes swept back towards the cloud marks on the lower end of his head, his eyes were slowly cold, and he suddenly said slowly, "You put the tray down."

With a loud sound, the swords and guns that were originally raised up to the sky landed in full, with the tips of the swords and guns obliquely slanted.

The surroundings are as cold as death, and there is a rust-like atmosphere in the wind.

Yun Hen's face changed like frost, and after a while, his hands slowly fell.

The captain stared closely, his gaze was like an eagle hovering high in the sky waiting for food.

At this moment, his attention is all on Yunhen, waiting for the moment the tray is put down.

Meng Fuyao's hand was immediately put down under the cover of the tray, and the sleeve of his sleeves vibrated. A small knife had already slipped off his palm. Turning his fingers, the small knife pierced his inner thigh through the falling sleeve without hesitation.

Blood gushes out.

At the same time, the tray of Yunhen has been lowered, revealing a trace of blood on his chest.

The captain of the guard's eyes narrowed dangerously as if they had encountered a bright light.

"Give me--" Before taking the word, Meng Fuyao suddenly jumped forward and leaped at the tip of the guard's captain.

"My lord! My lord! That blood...is mine!"

The captain of the guard turned his head in amazement, his eyes flashed to the blushing Meng Fuyao, and he did not notice the moment before, Yun Hen's hand suddenly retracted into his sleeve.

His fingertips grabbed a stainless steel thorn, and he was so cold that he wanted to die together.

However, the murderous intention was interrupted by Meng Fuyao, Yun Hen turned his head in amazement, and saw the most cheeky person in the world shyly replied and grabbed the tip of the guard captain's sharp knife, and said with embarrassment, "My lord... It's a slave maid... The slave maid is not good. The slave and Xiaohenzi had a private meeting in the Xuande Hall... Carelessly the slave maid’s monthly affairs... the monthly affairs came suddenly... the robes were stained... Don’t get me wrong!"

The captain of the guard was stunned. He naturally knew that the maids in the palace were lonely. Many of them had formed "opposites" with the eunuchs and played some tricks of fake phoenix phoenixes. They couldn't help but look down. He saw the maids in the slightly disorganized lower clothes. There are faint blood stains.

He glanced at the old **** Lao An again. Lao An was initially startled, but now he was snickering while raising his sleeves and covering his mouth. He leaned over his head and said something in the ear of the captain of the guard. The captain of the guard listened. , And gradually revealed a weird and wretched expression.

In acting, Meng Fuyao, who is extremely talented in acting, immediately bowed his head shyly with superb acting skills, his toes stuck to the ground, and he was silent.

Yun Hen stared at her in a daze, at her shy expression, at the bloodstains hidden in her skirts, the eyes rolled and changed deep like a sea, the initial shock and anger gradually turned into shock and confusion, the scarlet blood stabbed His eyes also pierced his heart, like a red wave, washing away the frozen shadow, turning into a speechless move at this moment.

On this road, what she accompanied, is more than just facing the dangers of the Host alone when the storm is about to come? There is also the most precious dignity and reserve of being a woman.

The latter, for women, is more important than life and death.

He and her had never known each other before tonight, but she was able to sacrifice for him like this. Yun Hen raised her head and let out a long breath, as if she was about to relax her chest from the tumultuous mood. However, after that, she felt in her heart. Heavier and heavier, just like a big deal.

His eyes gradually calmed down, giving birth to a stubborn solitude.

Meng Fuyao doesn't know his shock and mental journey at the moment. She only knows that nothing is more important than a small life. Besides, she comes from modern times and has an unrestrained personality. Although these things are unavoidable, they are more real than life and death. It's trivial, it's at most the knife on the inner thigh, which is really painful.

So she made up her mind that after escaping, this guy must pay for his nutrition. Seeing that this person is a lavish bag of gold when he digs out, and the nutrition can be beaten hard.

Unfortunately, Yun Hen doesn't know her psychology at the moment, otherwise 80% of them want to vomit blood.

The night wind is like iron, hitting the jungle with knives and guns. The captain of the guard in the jungle stared at Meng Fuyao, who was "ashamed", covering his face with his hands and weeping softly, his eagle-like eyes gradually softened, revealing a bit The laughter is not a look.

The thick doubts have gradually faded, like a trace of blood in a basin of clear water, trying to disperse.

He said suddenly, "So it's this thing," he turned his head and smiled at the cloud marks, suddenly punched him in the chest, and laughed boldly, "You kid, you are not big, but you are not so courageous. ."

The punch was hit hard, and with a bit of internal force deliberately put on, Meng Fuyao, who was very close, could even feel his temples slightly spread out by the blow of the punch, and his heart beat. .

The wound of the cloud mark...

If he subconsciously fights back...

"Boom!"

The fist hit his chest, and the dull sound of skin touching made Meng Fu frowned.

Yun Hen kicked back several steps and almost fell to the ground. He hurriedly reached out and grabbed the spear of a guard next to him to stabilize himself, blushing, "My lord is making fun of him, my lord is very kung fu!" /

"What kind of effort is this!" The opponent's lack of resistance made the captain of the guard laugh with satisfaction, and the last suspicion has been dispelled-people who learn martial arts will subconsciously defend or counterattack against sudden attacks, let alone if this person is true Who is injured, how come there is no pain at all?

He laughed happily, with a little obscene meaning, sweeping around the two of them, smiling again mysteriously, and waved, "Let's go!"

With a loud sound, the slanted swords and guns retracted again and lifted them up to the sky.

Meng Fuyao let out a long breath silently, and let go of the dagger that had been hidden in his sleeve.

She turned her head, smiled at Yun Hen, and motioned him to look down with her eyes. Yun Hen's head lowered and saw Meng Fuyao's thumb sticking out of his sleeves, tilted high towards him.

Yun Hen didn't understand the meaning of this gesture, but he vaguely knew that he was approving himself. His eyes drifted away, and he saw where Meng Fuyao passed, blood dripping, little by little.

With a twitch in his heart, an unfamiliar pain swept over him, and the proud and cold firm boy clenched his fingers in his sleeves.

You can sacrifice like this, so I can't bear the humiliation of temporary pain?

It's not trivial to become a big thing, how can a husband's ambition be better than a woman?

The forest of swords and spears finally came to an end, and in front of him, the dark blue palace wall was in sight.

The captain of the guard looked at the other side of the letter palace, with a sneer in his eyes, Mr. Yun, let you live for an hour, wait for King Qi to succeed, wait for your body to be collected.

Yun Hen looked up at the plaque in the letter palace, with a cold and icy expression, showing warmth.

At this time, you are right!

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You are right!

The emperor of Qian'an Palace arrived, the banquet was opening, and the lanterns in the garden were rippling, reflecting the fire trees and silver flowers.

Fang Minghe’s army marched quietly and neatly out of the large camp on the outskirts of Beijing, like a black snake marching towards the capital.

The triple palace gate has been replaced. Yan Lie immediately turned around, staring at the palace behind him, showing a smile of determination, and instructed Yan Jingchen, "Be responsible for the innermost gate of the palace, Father General Pei Female second way, you are the outermost way."

Yan Jingchen bowed and responded. Yan Lie took a few steps, and then turned around and said, "You are a very important hurdle here, you must guard it, otherwise the prince will be ruined. I can't afford it."

"Father rest assured, the child knows the stakes." Yan Jingchen responded, watching Yan Lie leave, raising his head, and let out a sigh of relief.

A man in a light-colored robe suddenly walked in the darkness ahead, with an elegant and elegant posture. Yan Jingchen looked back and was about to ask. The sleeves of the caller were hanging down, and a corner of the cyan jade plate was revealed in his palm.

Yan Jingchen's eyes flashed and waved for the guard to open the door.

The man smiled and floated past. When he passed by Yan Jingchen's side, Yan Jingchen smelled a strange light fragrance.

He stared at the figure in a daze, and suddenly remembered that he was completely surprised by his manner just now, as if he hadn't seen his face.

After thinking about it for a long time, Yan Jingchen turned his head, and when he was about to turn around, his eyes condensed suddenly, and he picked up something from the ground.

It was a white hair about the length of a finger.

Yan Jingchen picked up the hair, showing a surprised look.