V2.Chapter 53

Then he went around to her, grabbed a man in black's dagger, pressed his back hand on the man in black's arm, turned it over with force, and heard a "click", the man in black immediately screamed, and then was kicked out.

Mo Shang Hua turned her eyes to see Yan Beicheng with a cloak on her face. Before he could say anything, he pulled her directly behind him and protected her firmly. He continued to tangle with those people in black.

Moshanghua has been exhausted, and her forehead is full of sweat, but she can't care to wipe it. Her eyes are tightly staring at Yan Beicheng, fighting with the people in black, and paying attention to the actions of every person in black, so as to prevent them from jumping off the wall in a hurry.

Yanbeicheng soon cleaned up all the remaining people in black, and the only one who survived was simply killed himself.

Yan Beicheng looked at the man in black lying on the ground without expression. After confirming that he had no life, he walked to the flower on the street.

At that time, the moon was clear and the night was light. Yan Beicheng stood in front of her against the light of the moon. The broad cloak covered most of his face. Only a pair of dark and dark pupils were the most clear. The treacherous and unpredictable surging at the bottom of his eyes made people even have to reduce their courage to stare.

"Thank you very much"

the stranger raised her eyes and looked at her for a moment, then she moved her eyes. Her lips whispered words, and her eyes were slightly filled with gratitude and feelings that seemed to be absent. She did not even notice it.

Yan Beicheng responds. Youshen ink Tong stops on her bleeding arm. Her sword eyebrows wrinkle slightly. She raises her hand and takes out a square kerchief from her sleeve and gently raises the injured right hand of moshang flower.

A surprise on the stranger, subconsciously want to hand back.

"Don't move." Low magnetic but not a trace of emotional voice sounded, yanbeicheng pulled her hand back and wrapped the kerchief on her palm. The bloody palm was immediately wrapped in a veil.

However, there are still some blood stains soaked in the gauze.

The flower on the stranger hangs his eyes and looks at the square kerchief on his hand, can't help but be stupefied. When he raises his eyes, he clearly catches the eyebrow peak that he wrinkles lightly. In his eyes, he is puzzled.

"You should have used up the last acne medicine. You can use this one this time." Yan Beicheng took out a small bottle of porcelain from his sleeve and handed it over.

The flower on the street looks down at his hand of passing a small porcelain vase. It seems that there is something quietly in the bottom of my heart. Pingnan is so small that she doesn't notice it.

After all, Zhu took a bottle of medicine and said, "thank you for taking the medicine for a while."

She did not ask his identity, nor to guess his intentions, just so simple thanks, but let yanbeicheng eyes slightly deep.

"No need." Yan Beicheng staggered her eyes and her voice was low and magnetic. She said, "someone will come soon. I don't want to stay any more, so I'll go first."

The eyebrow of the flower on the stranger frowned lightly. Before a word was finished, she heard the subtle footsteps coming from the distance. She could not help looking sideways.

Listening to the sound of footsteps, it should be a large group of people. When the flowers on the street are returning to the gods, the figure of Yan Beicheng has disappeared, and her eyes are flowing and passing by with a bit of bright light.

It seemed that her conjecture was not wrong when she came in such a timely manner.

Not long after that, the king of Yu, Yan Beicheng, personally brought a team of men and horses to come over and rushed into the house. Outside the house, he was surrounded by water.

Yan Mo Li and Yan Cen Xuan also followed at this time.

Before the flowers on the street had time to take a close look, Yan Beicheng strode to her with anxious eyes, holding her thin shoulder tightly in both hands, "princess, are you ok? Is there any injury? "

A good husband who is worried about his wife.

Yan Cen Xuan's eyes, which followed in the back, were also full of worry. The slender palm could not help but lift up a little bit, but when he saw Yan Beicheng's hands, his eyes were filled with pain, and the raised hands fell again.

Just, his eyes full of worry or uncontrollable fell on the body of the flowers on the street.

The flower on the stranger seems to have noticed his sight, glanced at him gently, but in a flash he withdrew his sight and looked at Yan Beicheng. "There are assassins mixed in, and now they have all been killed."

After a pause, she seemed to think of something. Her eyes suddenly changed, "what about Qin Lin and Qin ya? Have the guards in the mansion searched? "

"Princess, don't worry." Yan Mo Li, who was silent for a long time, just stepped forward. His eyes were light and deep. "All the places in the courtyard have been searched, and many of those servants have been locked in the ear room. Now they are all right."

The flower on the stranger did not speak. He glanced at Yan Mo Li quietly. He wanted to see something in his eyes. In the end, he only caught a glimpse of a thick and dark place, and could not see his emotion at all.

At this point, she just closed her eyes, and her voice was estranged and indifferent. "This was the business of my palace, but now it has disturbed the third and thirteenth princes. It really shouldn't be. The rest of the work is enough for the Lord. You'd better go back and have a rest."

Yan Beicheng looked at the flowers on the street, and the deep color at the bottom of his eyes flowed, but on the surface, he looked at her with a pretense of incomprehension, as if to say something.On the street flower busy raises hand to hold his hand, lightly pinches, Yan Beicheng this just did not move.

However, after this movement, the wound on the back of her hand was a burst of pain, but she did not frown for a moment, as if she did not feel it.

However, she did not know that Yan Beicheng's eyes quietly swept over her hands covered with layers of gauze, and the bottom of her eyes quickly swept past a few dark lights.

The flower eyes of the stranger calmly gaze at Yan Mo Li, seemingly waiting for his answer, but actually observing his words and deeds quietly.

Originally thought that Yan Moli would probably stay, but he did not expect that he actually nodded and looked as old as before, "since it is the family affairs of the ninth emperor's younger brother and the imperial concubine, this hall will not interfere much, and the emperor's brother will handle it by himself."

Said, he turned to look at the side of Yan Cen Xuan, "Nine Emperor younger brother, let's go."

Yan Cen Xuan suddenly regained his mind. He pressed down all the worries in his eyes and nodded with a smile. Until he left, the light of his eyes still could not help but linger on the flowers on the street.

The flower on the street is clearly passing by. His face is not very good tonight. It must be that he came in a hurry today and caught cold.

The thirteenth prince was really weak. She was so anxious to see her safety that she felt pity in her heart.

Yan Beicheng turned the face of the flower on the street and opened his mouth in childish anger: "people are gone. What else do you see?"

After a pause, he couldn't help murmuring in a low voice, "it's just that you look better."

On the street flower originally indifferent eyes, can't help passing a smile, but on the face is deliberately cold face, two of his hands fall down, "yanbeicheng, you don't make trouble."