Chapter 403

All the people were petrified on the spot. After five rest, the people who were originally in the middle of the central building of the road all quickly gave way, and then the sound of worshipping each other was heard.

"Prince, thousand years, thousand years, thousand years."

"Oh, isn't this the prince? I come to see your highness, your highness. I want to die your highness. Cluck, you are expected to come today. I'm here to greet your highness. Your highness, we Yunyao don't think about tea and food every day and miss you with tears every night. We've lost a lot of weight. If you don't come, I don't know what to do? "

Luo Wuyou looked up and saw a middle-aged woman with heavy make-up and flowery clothes. She stepped down from the upstairs with flattering smiles on her face.

Don't ask, look at her gaudy dress, listen to her exaggerated tone will know, it must be the pimp of QIANJIAO building. This tone, she heard too much in her previous life, even if she didn't know.

The bottom of the dark eyes across a touch of cold, and in a flash, glanced at the whole hall, slightly pause in the corner, Luo Wuyou quickly took back his eyes, only respectfully followed behind Jun Jinglan.

"Yes? That temple can have a good comfort today under Yunyao. "

Jun Jing Lan Feng's eyes flashed a touch of evil light, turned all the way and walked toward Yunyao's yard. Yunyao was the number one of QIANJIAO building, and the prince's favorite. He would not receive guests in the building, but had a delicate courtyard in the backyard.

Dream building.

There is a quiet piano sound from the room, such as water overflow, sad and sad turn, lingering Fei compassion, the road is not only the continuous love, cut constantly that sad lock Acacia.

The dream startles thousands of nights, ponders, locks Dai frowns, sighs the leakage length, the clear scenery is in a hurry, the East water is far away, the autumn clouds are easy to scatter and leave injury.

The woman's voice is tender and sad. Suddenly, if you see the spring in March, the drizzle is misty, the drizzle is as gentle as the pipa. The drizzle is shallow and falling, wet the green trees and red walls, and the road is full of melancholy and sadness!

"Why, is Yunyao missing this hall? I don't like such sad words very much. How about talking about a piece of jiaonuer to listen to this hall? "

The man lifted the curtain and stepped in, but his mouth interrupted the singing and playing in the room. The words he said were extremely thin. With a long finger, he picked up the woman's chin and rubbed it gently.

The woman blushed slightly, her eyes filled with tears: "Your Highness..."

That charming soft language, deep resentment, but also contains Jiaodai Mei, is a man to listen, only afraid the bones will be crisp. Even Luo Wuyou was also shaken off a layer of goose bumps.

She raised her eyes and looked at the woman. She couldn't help but say in her heart that she was really a charming person. She really lived up to Yunyao's name. The woman was wearing a pair of scarlet frock dress, embroidered with beads and flowers brocade pattern, covered with jade colored tobacco and rose, silver silk yarn, a head of black silk flowing down the thin waist, with a romantic and unique flying bun.

Elegant jade face on the outline of light plum blossom makeup. The original delicate and beautiful face shows the charm and temptation of the delicate makeup. The water moistens the eyes, and the glow flows between the eyes, which seems to be enchanting and frightening.

This is a very beautiful woman, set elegant charm in a body. That pair of starlight water eyes do not need words to be able to speak in general, even if only a look can instantly hook off the soul of a person.

It's no wonder that it's so famous that it's spread all over the capital!

"Your Highness, your highness hasn't come to Yunyao for a long time. Yunyao thinks that his Highness has forgotten Yunyao? If your highness really wants to hear it, Yunyao is willing to play it to his highness. However, Yunyao only wants to talk to your highness. Your highness, how about letting that little servant go out? "

Yunyao said faintly. She was half leaning into the man's arms. Her eyes were full of obsession. She was shy and timid. She became scarlet and attractive: "Your Highness, there are outsiders here. Yunyao is not used to it. Yunyao has a lot to say to his highness..."

"I see, you still have a lot of things you want to do with this hall?" Jun Jing Lan picks eyebrow a smile, Feng Yan is full of banter clear color, the eye light is big La La's fall in the woman's tiny open chest.

"Your Highness..."

"Well, little slave, go out first and guard outside the door. Don't come in and disturb this hall."

"Yes, your highness."

Luo Wuyou respectfully accepted the order, took a look at Yunyao, his eyes twinkled slightly, then turned back to go out, closed the door, gently breathed a breath, but again frowned.

It seems that Yunyao has a special kind of charming fragrance. The women in the brothel always like to use such means to confuse men. There is nothing wrong with this. But, that Mei Xiang and the ambergris on Jun Jing Lan body mix together, it is a kind of slight toxin.

Small dose will not cause any impact on the human body, but accumulated over time, if the sudden outbreak, the poison will quietly kill.

Yunyao, it seems, is not a simple character.

I don't know who sent it?

However, no, she doesn't care what kind of people she is. If she wants Jun Jinglan's life, it must be his political enemy. You are just the people who don't want Jun Jinglan to ascend the throne, Jun Shuo, Jun Qi, Jun Yao This yuejing, as well as the people on the North Yue court hall, want to kill Jun Jinglan, absolutely not a few.However, these seem to have nothing to do with her, and naturally she has no obligation to risk exposure to remind.

She would like to see how deep is this Jun Jinglan hiding? Jun Jinglan can't be unaware of this. However, he is in accordance with the past romantic, according to the previous brutal cold. It won't do him any good to ascend the throne!

In the end, what kind of medicine does he sell in the gourd?

Luo Wu pondered for a moment and then suppressed the doubt. She had to figure out how to get the message across. There was no news for several days, so she was anxious to come to qingluan.

Just, Jun Jing Lan such straightforward then drove her out of the wing room. The intention could not help but make her suspect that there must be his people around. I'm afraid she will be found out if she has any trouble. If you want to keep yourself safe, don't act rashly at this moment.

However, it is already the eighth day since she entered the prince's residence, but she has not made any progress. This can not help worrying her. After pondering over it, Luo Wuyou still decides to do it. If she does something now, everything will be wasted. About her now people in the prince's house, and still in Jun Jing Lan's side.

There are still more than ten days, she will always find opportunities.

Luo Wuyou pressed down his impatience and quietly stood outside the door. After a while, there was a shy voice coming from inside. I don't know whether they are turning clouds and snow, or is the man doing the same thing again?

Originally thought it was calm, but it was strange that the room soon stopped panting, and then there was a bang bang in the room.

"Are you all right, your highness? Your highness... "

Without too much hesitation, Luo Wuyou opened the door and saw the scene in front of him. His eyes narrowed slightly and he cried out his highness. The whole person was stupid on the spot.

The floor of the room is covered with clothes, as well as the scraps of fruit cakes. Jun Jinglan is half lying on the edge of the carved bed, with a bright sword in his chest, but the handle of the sword is in Yunyao's hand. At the moment, Yunyao has nothing on his body. He looks down at Jun Jinglan with hatred in his eyes.

When he heard the knock on the door, he took back his eyes after a glance, that is, he did not feel embarrassed, he did not dodge, and he did not even put on his clothes again, so he put his hateful eyes back on the man on the ground.

"Jun Jinglan, you never thought that you would also have today? Oh, my royal highness, the future emperor, has not fallen into my girl's hands? "

He raised his leg and kicked Jun Jinglan. Yunyao's voice bit his teeth and said, "with you, you dare to insult me. What do you think you are? Do you deserve to be emperor? I'll take care of you today for the third prince. I'll see how you can rob the third prince. "

"Junshuo? If you want to take junshuo as a shield, do you think this hall will believe it? "

"What are you talking about?"

Seeing that Yunyao's face changed slightly, Jun Jinglan covered the wound with five fingers. The handle of the sword was broken from it. Others also stood up from the ground and chuckled: "why, it's strange why this hall knows? Miss Yunyao, it is said that our hall and you "sleep together day and night" are crazy about you. I think about you day and night, and I will send someone to investigate you. "

"Yunyao, or should we call you a saint Yin emissary? To tell you the truth, we are faced with a false face every night. We don't even know what kind of heart is growing up. We really have no appetite. If you were ugly enough to be resentful, would this hall be even more vulnerable? "

"So nature can only use some means to let yourself play with yourself." Jun Jinglan's words are extremely obscene, disdain and disgust. Looking at Yunyao's eyes is like looking at dirty filth, he has no consciousness that he is in the downwind at the moment.

Luo Wuyou is a great shock to listen to the heart, Shengyin emissary? Can it be the saint Yin emissary? Is this Yunyao, like the disfigured man, related to the holy Yin cult? But how could that be possible?

According to Rongdi's data, Shengyin cult is a cult outside the pass, but it has always sent people to hide in Daqin and covet the things that care for the family. Ghosts and others in the ghost marsh Shun Teng touch melon to find the nest of the holy Yin religion.

Originally, she thought that even if the holy Yin religion was not completely destroyed, it would only have some of its followers. However, she did not expect that there would be saints in North Vietnam!

Even in the name of other princes, they want to assassinate the prince of the Northern Kingdom, the future emperor? This holy Yin sect should be nothing more than a sectarian in the rivers and lakes, but it is always involved in the disputes of entering the court?

In the current situation of North Vietnam, Jun Shuo's ability is not enough to command a country. If he succeeds, the whole North Vietnam will decline rapidly in ten years. In fact, no one can match him in the hearts of the people of North Vietnam who are more powerful than Jun Jinglan, whether in terms of means, temperament or art of dragon control.

You are surprised to see the LAN die, the North Yue will decline!

What's more, at present, the northern emperor is seriously ill. If Jun Jinglan is killed, Beiyue will fall into a long-term civil strife because other princes compete for the upper position.

In less than ten years, after Jun Jinglan's death, North Vietnam will be in chaos.

Luo Wuyou thought about it a lot in the blink of an eye. The more he thought about it, the more frightened he was. This holy Yin sect was indeed a hundred footed insect, dead but not stiff! If it is not thoroughly eradicated, it will become a future disaster!It's a pity that she hasn't solved the mystery of the rubbings on the frescoes brought back by the departed souls. She doesn't know if Rongdi has found a person who can translate Chinese characters and decode them.

Anyway, it's a clue.

"Shut up for Ben!"

Yunyao was shocked by Jun Lan's shameless sarcasm, and her whole body trembled with anger. Her beautiful face was covered with chilly air. Furiously drank a sound, stretched out his hand to grab a piece of clothing wrapped in his body, waved the short sword and then toward the Jun Jing Lan and stabbed in the past.

Jun Jinglan dodges the short sword. The red blood on his wrist peels off. He entangles the broken sword in Yunyao's hand like a snake. With a strong pull, Yunyao's whole person is irresistibly pulled into the man's arms.

At the same time, the five fingers of the man's right hand have been clawed to Yunyao's face. Yunyao is greatly shocked, and his hand is blocked by his palm. Jun Jinglan suddenly smiles strangely. His left hand passes through Yunyao's armpit like lightning, and then breaks upward.

Wheeze -

in a light sound, Yunyao's face was torn off. Looking at the face under the human skin mask, Luo Wuyou's sleeve has been tightened.

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