Just as Maori xiaozilang said, no matter how beautiful the so-called stars are, in the eyes of the real power, they are just comedians.
There is an equally important reason why Minghe chooses to push the boat with the current, apart from Shen yini's irresistible beauty.
That is, Shen yini did not let him have the capital of scruples.
Even if the medicine is strong, Shen yini can only eat Coptis after the event. What else can she do except swallow it?
Does she dare to say it?
Indeed, for ordinary female stars, this kind of thing, most of them can only endure.
For example, a certain actress in Korea did not dare to disclose the inhuman treatment she had received until her death in her suicide note.
Minghe doesn't think he will have any worries, but if he can know the real reason why Abe Hanhai failed to return from the Dragon Kingdom, he should think twice.
It's a pity that even though he is the most popular candidate for the next emperor, he hasn't really sat in that position. Although Abe Hanhai gave him a face, he went to Longguo to find Abe Xuanji and went to Donghai by the way, but he didn't report everything to Minghe after he came back.
In addition to the kindness of Qingzi, under the guidance of various factors, Minghe made a decision to make him doomed.
As a prince, Minghe has never experienced a beautiful woman, but when he grabs Shen yini's clothes and pulls them up, his hand still trembles a little.
Because of the nationality of the actress and her popularity in that country, he had a morbid excitement.
The cloth was slowly lifted to reveal the white and crystal waist ribs. No matter how hard it was for Minghe to control, when he was ready to pull all the clothes up, the sound of footsteps suddenly rang behind him.
Although it's subtle, the environment is too quiet. Especially in this case, Minghe suddenly stops and turns his head.
It's not a bodyguard.
Not even Qingzi.
Two strange men are standing behind him.
Especially the man wearing a half iron mask, the iron sheet is full of faint light, which makes Minghe's pupils shrink for a moment.
No one in this imperial residence will be dressed like this.
"Who are you?"
He was fierce in his words and dignified in his eyes.
"Do you know what crime it is to break into the imperial residence?"
Li futu glanced at him, then looked to the bed, and saw that Shen yini was still in a coma, but her clothes were still intact. Finally, she was relieved.
Immediately, his eyes fell on the corner of the garment that had been opened by Minghe.
"It seems that the second prince's good deeds have been ruined."
Minghe stands up.
This kind of scene is pierced by people, although he is a little guilty, but more of it is anger.
"Bold! I know where this is, but I dare to break in. Come on... "
Li futu slapped him in the face.
"Pa!"
Clear and loud.
Great momentum!
Minghe's bleeding from the corner of his mouth, and he's drawn to the ground. Half of his face swells quickly.
Minghe didn't even have time to feel the pain. He held his face and was stunned for a moment.
How dare you beat him?
In this life, he was educated by his parents, and that was a long time ago.
"Your Highness, you are really proud of your country. If this matter is exposed, I don't know if the emperor will make you apologize in the name of damaging the image of the royal family?"
Looking down at Minghe sitting on the ground, Li futu's eyes are indifferent, without any emotional fluctuations.
"What do you want to do?"
From the other side's ruthless hand, Minghe knew that his identity might not play any role. Judging the situation, he restrained his inner humiliation and anger.
Li futu didn't pay any attention. He went to the bedside, sat down in the position of Ming he just now, and gently lifted a wisp of hair from Shen yini's cheek to one side.
See, Ming and finally understand.
"I can let you take her."
The second prince of Japan is indeed a character. He is decisive and knows how to choose. When his life is threatened, he immediately and decisively gives up beauty.
He felt that it was a humiliating gesture to look up at each other. He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and tried to get up from the ground, but the horse kicked him on the kneecap.
"On your knees."
The intense pain makes Minghe's face change. He feels that his whole leg is broken and falls on his knees involuntarily.
"Your Highness, are you asleep?"
There was a knock in the outer room.
Gnashing his teeth, Minghe, with a cold sweat on his forehead, was delighted.
He recognized that this was the voice of Miyamoto, the first expert in their imperial residence.The horse's face is cold.
"If you want to live, let him go."
"I'm already asleep. Let's talk about it tomorrow."
Ming he is very honest, according to the order of Ma Mian, pretending to have nothing to do.
There was a moment's silence outside, and then a voice came.
"Yes."
"You Japanese people are really servile. Like dogs, you are so obedient."
The horse's face turned up slightly, full of scorn.
Kneeling on the ground, Minghe lowered his head and his eyes were filled with blood.
"Bang!"
A moment later, the door burst open, and a figure rushed in with the cold knife light.
At the same time, Minghe stood up, limped out and roared: "kill them for me!"
There has been a saying among the people of Japan that the swordsmanship of Miyamoto, the first master in the Japanese Empire, has reached the level of perfection, and can shoot bullets in the process of chopping!
This may be a bit exaggerated, but it's not completely groundless. At least, Miyamoto's glint posture is really frightening.
Minghe has absolute trust in Miyamoto's strength. Now he has no intention to think about how these two people came into his room unconsciously. Now he just wants to cut them to pieces as fast as possible to vent his hatred!
"HuaQuan embroidered legs."
With a sneer on his face, he advanced instead of retreating. He reached out with both hands and grasped the other side's knife accurately and inconceivably.
In the imperial residence, the nobility of Miyamoto's Ministry was shocked, and it was hard to believe.
"Zha!"
A roar exploded at the tip of the tongue, Miyamoto's wrist trembled, his five fingers loosened, and the machete flew to his left hand.
"Thank you."
But in the middle, one hand grabbed the knife first.
Horse face without hesitation, that wearing a half mask on the face of the emergence of bloodthirsty look, hearty and dripping a knife!
Just like cutting tofu, along the path of knife light, a blood line appeared at the waist of the first expert palace in Japan.
With the sound of Zizi, blood began to shoot.
Then, as in slow motion, Miyamoto's upper body and lower body began to separate slowly.
Because Ma Mian's knife came out too fast, Miyamoto was still alive at this time. He lowered his head and watched his body break in two. No one could understand the panic and despair in his eyes.
Minghe's ferocious expression solidified instantly.