Chapter 246

When the time of Hai arrived, mother GUI gave her a satisfactory look, and then she put on a bright red cape. After thinking about it, mother GUI took a piece of red light yarn and covered her head. The thin veil did not affect the Blue Maple's vision. When others saw her, it was more charming and curious in the hazy.

Mother GUI sent her out of shuqingchi. A four person soft sedan chair was already waiting in the courtyard. Qingfeng sat in the soft sedan chair. Four bodyguards raised the sedan chair and hurried towards the East. Their feet are very fast. Fortunately, the soft sedan chair is very stable. Qingfeng doesn't feel the bumps. Her hands tremble to caress the hair temples, grope for the knife hidden in the hair, and her heart leaps madly at this moment, because she is frightened. The man she will face tonight is the Emperor of the vault, the cold-blooded tyrant of six countries, and because of her excitement, she will avenge her parents and sisters tonight!

After half column incense, she was carried into a palace. At this time, the night was getting thicker. Through the thin light gauze, Qingfeng could not see the scenery outside, only vaguely saw the bright lights in front of the main hall. Four people carried the soft sedan chair to the side hall on the right side of the main hall, and the sedan chair landed. A slender hand pulled the curtain of the soft sedan chair, took Qingfeng's hand, and helped her out of the sedan chair.

The hands were warm and delicate. Qingfeng couldn't help looking at the woman on the side of her body. She was dressed in goose yellow palace clothes, with a beautiful face, not as humble as the ordinary palace girl. Her beautiful eyes looked at her for a while through the gauze, quietly recovered and realized, and continued to walk with her if nothing happened.

Qingfeng sneers. The maid in yanhongtian's palace is really different from other places! Qingfeng walked into the hall with her support. In the huge room, several palace maids and eunuchs were lighting the lights, dozens of candles were burning, which could be seen clearly at a glance. There were no layers of curtains or screens. On the wall, there were several paintings and calligraphy. It seemed that they were made by one person. Inside, there is only a huge bed and two low ones. The floor is covered with pure white blankets. The outside room is also simple. There is a desk, four mahogany chairs, and several kinds of porcelain wood carvings.

Unexpectedly, Yan Hongtian's bedroom was decorated so common. Yan Hongtian is not in the hall, and Qingfeng is disappointed, but he is also relieved. The palace maid took her to the bed and sat down, retreating silently.

Several people were in the room, but it was quiet as if she was the only one. Qingfeng could hear his heart thumping. With the passage of time, Qingfeng's hand was tightly clenched into a fist.

"Here comes the emperor!"

A shrill cry came from afar, and Qingfeng was shocked all over. In addition to the slight curtsey of the maids who have been standing on the side of the body, the maids and eunuchs in the palace immediately knelt down on the ground in a neat and rapid manner, their heads too low to be lower, and they were all humble. Qingfeng took a deep breath, straightened his back, sat on the bed, neither rising nor kneeling.

Xiao Yuxiu's eyebrows are slightly raised. The woman's hands are clenched into fists and her breath is tight and sluggish. How can she not be ashamed? What's the matter with the coldness between the eyebrows? Xiao Yu secretly guessed, not because he was worried about the emperor, but because he was thinking about what else would be fun.

After a while, the door slowly opened from the outside to the inside. A pair of bright yellow boots stepped into the hall. Qingfeng held his breath and stared at the tall figure. The wax fire in the hall is bright, and Qingfeng can see him clearly. Yanhongtian is younger than she thought. His eyebrows go into the temples, and his nose makes him look arrogant and cold. Even in his bedroom, his black eyes are still sharp, and his lips are cold without any radian. He didn't come over. He sat down at the desk at will. Without a Dragon Robe or a crown, he only wore a black robe and brocade clothes. The majesty of the monarch of the world had left her breathless.

He is Yan Hongtian!

Yan Hongtian looks at the woman sitting on the bed without any ceremony.

Qingling, when he visited Haoyue three years ago, saw her at yingyue spring. At that time, she was burying a rabbit that died in a trap by mistake. She was afraid of blood and scared to lose color. However, she still insisted on carrying the bloody rabbit into the earth pit for burial. Her unique appearance is unforgettable to every man. For him who saw more cruelty and killing, her kindness and spirit made him want to collect. At that time, he had decided to ask for this woman.

The triennial celebration of the dome is coming, and the Northern Qi Dynasty is coming to worship again. The state affairs are busy. If it wasn't for today's worship room to mention her, Yan Hongtian almost forgot that she has been to the dome for more than ten days. To compensate, he has made her a beauty. It seems that the beauty is not courteous. Far away from the veil, Yan Hongtian can still clearly see a pair of bright eyes staring at him, black eyes squinting slightly, Yan Hongtian slightly waved, and the palace eunuchs immediately bowed out. Xiao Yu closed the door gently, but did not retreat, standing quietly by the door.

GAOJIN, the eunuch in charge of the imperial front, looked at the only eunuch beside the emperor with a funny face. She was quiet, but she leaned in slightly, trying to hear what was going on inside. Unfortunately, there was no sound in it.

In the huge room, only Yan Hongtian and Qingfeng are left, one in the inner room and the other in the outer room.

"Come here." After a long time, the low voice came from the outer room, even if it was just a light two words, but with an invincible momentum.

Qingfeng takes a deep breath, gets up and walks towards Yan Hongtian. Although she is wearing a robe, her long legs are still looming in the red yarn swaying. Yan Hongtian's black eyes squint slightly, and the cold corners of her mouth finally raise a slight arc.

Under the gaze of those black eyes, every step needs courage. Qingfeng holds her head up slightly and walks towards Yan Hongtian step by step. She doesn't allow herself to be cowardly in front of him.

Green maple gradually moved towards, through the thin veil, Yan Hongtian finally saw the bright eyes, but also saw half of the face!

Yanhongtian pulled off the veil on Qingfeng's face, which should have been smooth and delicate skin. The beautiful face has been covered by two deep blood red scars.

Yan Hongtian rose abruptly, holding the chin of Qingfeng tightly with his big hand, and said with a low concentration: "who hurt your face?"

His chin was pinched. Qingfeng saw the anger that his own things were destroyed in his eyes. Her heart was laughing wildly. He thought that everything in the world would be as he wished, and everyone would obey him? Qingfeng did not hide the hatred and contempt in his heart. He said with a low smile: "how? Isn't this the face you've taken with all your heart? Now I don't like it? "

The sarcastic murmur was not loud, but it was clear when it rang in the quiet palace. Yan Hongtian's face sank, and the big hand holding her chin suddenly moved down. He grabbed her neck without pity, and his hand tightened slowly. "Who are you?" The oppressive and restrained spirit makes Qingfeng's heart shake unconsciously. If he wants to, he can strangle her at any time, "say!"

The throat was tightly clasped, and green maple was stubborn and clenched his teeth. He refused to hum, let alone beg for mercy. She is very familiar with the feeling of suffocation. She has died once, and she is not afraid to do it again. In a word, she will never give in.

Yan Hongtian frowns. Three years ago, the green spirit beside the shadow Moon Spring was definitely not such a woman. She has a pair of delicate and gentle eyes, smiling like the spring breeze in March makes people feel comfortable. In front of this woman, there is something on her body that is not afraid of death. Especially her cold eyes, which she hates, seem to be poisoned. She is not Qingling, but she looks like Qingling. Who is she?

In the black eyes, there is a cold color. Yan Hongtian's mouth is light, and his other hand is holding the lapel of green maple.

Hiss -

the sound of brocade tearing sounded in the silent night, like a sharp blade, peeling off the clothes of Qingfeng, but also tearing her dignity. His frivolous and unrestrained eyes lingered on her body, one hand stroked her waist, the hand gripping her neck also crossed her right shoulder, stroked her chest?

The cold of the body can't compare with the cold of the heart. The stiff body of Qingfeng shivers. She thought of such a moment for a long time, didn't she? What is she afraid of! What she wants is that Yan Hongtian is infatuated with this body, so she can relax her vigilance to assassinate him? But at this moment, such a touch, like a cold Viper tightly wound her, disgusted to disgust, fear, humiliation, shame spread over the heart, almost drowned her.

Her delicate and smooth, white and flawless skin pleased Yan Hongtian, and the stiff and trembling reaction made him feel more interesting. With the tease of fingers, she rowed all the way down the waist, but the black eyes never left her naked right chest. He has long heard that madam Qing is a famous tattoo artist of Haoyue. When her three daughters are full moon, she stabbed the last word in their name on their right chest. What's strange is that the words stabbed on their body can't be seen at ordinary times. Only when they are excited or their temperature rises can they see them. If she is Qingling, the word "Ling" should appear on her shoulder later.

When Yan Hongtian's hand cut down his waist, Qingfeng's brain hummed, and her blood rushed up in an instant. She was not willing to be humiliated. It saddens her more than death! Suddenly, he opened his eyes wide, and Qingfeng suddenly raised his hand, pulled out the knife between the bun and stabbed Yan Hongtian in the chest.

Qingfeng's movements are all in one, but yanhongtian never thought that she would have a sharp weapon in her hand. When the sharp edge hit, Yan Hongtian had no time to push her away, but she could only turn over and hold Qingfeng's wrist with her backhand. Although she caught Qingfeng's right hand, Yan Hongtian's back was still cut a deep blood hole by the carving knife. The blood flowed down the wrist and soaked the dark black sleeves.

The dark eyes flashed with bloodthirsty cold light. Yan Hongtian said in a cold voice, "do you want to kill me?" Or is she the assassin sent by the bright moon? In his eyes, Yan Hongtian's strength became more and more fierce.

The wrist was clamped by a large hand like a hawk's claw. The extreme pain made Qingfeng's face turn pale for a moment. He clenched his lower lip and didn't let himself hum. The hand holding the knife never let go. Even though she was already in pain and sweating, her lips were bitten and bleeding.