Be Modest, My Master of Imperial Guards

The biting north wind blew heavy snow with feather feathers, and the white snow curtains were rising one after another. The new and old admirals of the East Factory stood up to each other, their eyes were calm and cold, and their eyes were like knives and blades.

Yuexi Building, the new admiral of the East Factory...

Leng Qingtang still heard of his name from Lu Qiange.

According to the rumors, this person described Junya as a slender young man, who acted fiercely and fiercely despite his young age, and was a loyal canine tooth drawn by Hua Nanxin himself after he became king.

Under the silent confrontation, the two pairs of sharp eyes met fiercely.

Leng Qingtang finally realized that it is no wonder that when he and Yunxi were driving on the street that day, they felt like they were being followed.

It wasn't that he was sensitive. Their whereabouts were still found by the Da Yi court.

Right now, this group of secret guards should have been with him and his wife for a long time, so when they appeared today, they deliberately brought the shopkeeper and landlord's wife who were involved with them.

At this time, Yue Xilou closed his five fingers and suddenly stopped spinning the handball in his palm.

His eyes appeared a little soft, and he hung down slightly at an angle, as if he was the first to make a concession, deliberately avoiding the confrontation with Leng Qingtang's eyes.

Slightly arching his hands, he slightly picked Shen Zi's thin lips, and pressed out an elegant arc of laughter:

"Speaking of which, the Governor will also call you the'Nine Princes'."

The dark phoenix eyes widened to the maximum, and the cold gaze flicked across Yuexilou's face, Leng Qingtang pointed at each other, and said each word clearly and decisively:

"I have already made an appointment with the emperor. Since then, I have nothing to do with the court or the Huanan clan. There is always no joke, but now you wait to kill my old ministry. Could it be that the emperor wants to go back and forth!"

The five fingers spread out quietly in the sleeves, turning into a tough hand knife.

Leng Qingtang is already fully prepared to meet the war at any time.

Yuexilou has a calm attitude and does not speak quickly or slowly:

"Your appointment with the Lord is not clear to the Governor, but the Governor knows that you have taken away the beloved thing from the Lord. Therefore, the Governor was ordered to follow it up personally and ask you to return that thing to the Lord. "

Leng Qingtang's face was red, long eyebrows sharply raised into the temple, and he shouted angrily:

"It's so shameless--"

Before the words fell, the sound of "swishes" was uniform, and countless cold glows were as dense as light cages, so that people couldn't face it.

Immediately, a series of fierce movement of door panels crashed on both sides of the street.

There were several heads tied under the door lintels of the scattered shops that were in business, and they were still peering into the side of the carriage.

Seeing the man in black's embroidered spring knife unsheathed, the **** battle was on the verge of triggering, and those who were curious to watch the excitement immediately fled, closing the door, closing the door, and closing the door, no one thinks that their life is short.

Shopkeeper Jiao realized that the situation was dangerous, so he kicked his feet and got up from the snow in vain.

The secret guards of the East Factory just half-enclosed them, there is still room in the carriage, and the treasurer wants to escape from there.

Upon seeing this, his two buddies hobbled to follow.

Aunt Tian was a female stream. She was scared to death by the cold light mottled blades. At this time, she was weak and completely limp in the snow. Let alone escape, she didn't even have the strength to stand up.

The dark guards must abide by strict regulations in their actions. Since the target is Lengqingtang, as long as the governor does not speak, they will only turn a deaf ear to the ants outside the target.

Yuexilou drove his calm water-like gaze to watch the three people crawling on the thick snow mat for a hundred meters, and suddenly their lips and teeth burst out, neatly and without a trace of drag:

"kill!"

Two or three dark guards raised their arms, their faces were iron, and without blinking their eyes, they threw out the three murder weapons sharply.

"Do not--"

When Leng Qingtang turned around in a distressed exclamation, he saw the three men sturdy and fell to the ground one after another.

The black blood spilled out from the wound of the poisoned sleeve arrow and converged into a fishy stream in the snow.

"Asshole, the Dongchang factory never killed an innocent person!"

Leng Qingtang's expression changed, and he could no longer hold back the anger in his eyes, and roared at the executioners.

Yue Xilou's expression remained unchanged, and she raised her eyebrows and sneered:

"Let's take care of yourself first!"

Fingertips moved slightly, and more than 30 dark-clothed guards beside him waved Xiuchun knives and rushed towards Leng Qingtang.

Leng Qingtang turned around and unloaded the black fox fur, waved it vertically, and drew a fierce whirlwind with a thunderous momentum, and used it as a weapon to fend off the enemy, breaking a blood path for himself.

A yin wind took it straight on.

Feeling that the pressure of the tearing face was getting closer, Leng Qingtang abandoned the fox Qiu with one foot, bent his body into a squat position and leaned back, avoiding the fatal attack.

In my ears, the sound of breaking clothes and silk was particularly sharp. It was his precious fox fur that was cut in half by a knife.

Leng Qingtang flew over onto the carriage, and several secret guards chased after him.

A hand-to-hand fight on the roof of the car was very intense, and the screams and the sound of broken muscles and bones when the fists met each other were endless.

Within a hundred rounds, dark guards kept dropping their wagons.

The hostile wind roars in the helix, and the comer is not good.

Leng Qingtang leaned to the side in a hurry, a steel cast copper ball clinging to his arm and shooting far away, if it hit his back, he would vomit blood and faint if he died.

Leng Qingtang was about to fall into the carriage. He stretched out one toe and hooked a corner of the carriage's window frame in time. The waist rotated again, and then steadily crawled on the snow.

Yue Xilou looked at it from a distance, her eyes sank, her lips curled and smiled evilly:

"Come on, don't let him run away. Now the emperor is talking with your wife, don't let this nine princes ruin our emperor's good deeds."

Leng Qingtang suddenly appeared astonished, staring blankly as the dark guards rushed towards him again, and the scope of the encirclement quickly shrank.

A scorching pain rushed across Leng Qingtang’s chest, his eyes were blood red, and he screamed at the end of the road:

"Yun Xi——"

...

Gu Yunxi's wrist shook, and the tea cup slipped and fell to pieces by his feet.

Just now, she seemed to hear her husband calling her.

The heart beats violently and loses the beat, and the mood becomes inexplicable.

Yun Xi stared blankly at a wet stain on the ground, slowly squatting uncomfortably and picking up the teacup fragments, his slow movements were obviously absent-minded.

One accidentally, the index finger was cut by a porcelain piece, and the blood reflected on the white fingertips was extremely scary.

"Husband...husband..."

Yun Xi's eyes were blank, and he slowly stood up while sucking on his injured finger, Liushen Wuzhu.

There was some movement outside. Someone was admitted to the hospital.

When Yunxi heard it, his heart quickly settled down.

Thankfully, it must be the husband back!

Yunxi happily ran to the outbuilding and opened the door.

A man's face came into view.

If he was hit by a blow, Yun Xi was immediately stunned on the spot.

No, all this must be a dream!

She held her breath and closed her eyes in a panic, and then opened her eyes eagerly again. Looking at the face in front of her, her pretty face instantly fell into the cold of blood loss.

The man outside the door is handsome in features, with extraordinary appearance, a pair of deep and half-squinted eyes looming a little introverted light.

He is wearing a dark purple and flowered silk brocade robe with koi patterns embroidered with gold silk.

The outer body is covered with a brown-gold bucket hat cloak, and the coral tuan-kun style is gorgeous and gorgeous.

He didn't wear a cap on his head, but only tied his hair with a golden crown inlaid with east beads, and his eyebrows were tied with Ssangyong play beads to wipe his forehead.

A short distance from the beautiful face of the heart, the man's bright black eyes flashed with a different kind of light, and it was amazing, love, heartache, a variety of emotions intertwined, indescribably complicated.

"Yun Xi, don't take a few months, have you forgotten me?"

He looked at her deeply, the questioning voice was soft as smoke.

Yunxi's pale paper lips trembled for a moment, and pour out intermittent syllables with difficulty:

"You, you are... South China Letter..."

"Bold!"

Behind the young emperor, the great **** Liang Zhen, who followed in casual clothes, raised his narrow eyes, and his two icy eyes approached Yunxi with a sharp and harsh voice:

"Little Lord, how can you call our Long Live Lord by name?"

"presumptuous--"

Hua Nanxin held his hand, tilted his head slightly, and scolded:

"Yun Xi knew me in adversity, so she called me as she wanted to!"

Liang Zhen's face changed suddenly, and then he put his hands together to silence, and humbled his head.

Hua Nanxin threw off his cloak and stepped into the house.

Yunxi was frightened, twisted and wanted to rush outwards, but was intercepted by two guards extending their arms.

"Ha ha ha..."

Liang Ying smiled yin and yin, and pressed her yin-mei voice, flatly saying to her:

"My lord, where are you going to run? The minion has been working in the palace for these years. For the first time, I saw a long live master posing for a concubine, and he chased people to the side. The minion persuaded you to accept it, don’t Too much."

"you!"

Yun Xi's thin eyebrows were erected, Xing's eyes widened with anger, and he gritted his silver teeth and let out angrily:

"I have already married another man as my wife, who is your master?!"

"Humph……"

Liang Ying sneered, his eyebrows drooping:

"Yes or no, it doesn't count if you and the minion say it, but we long live the master."

Raising his hand to the room, he squinted his eyes, increased his tone, and said fiercely:

"Lord, please come in your room!":,,