Chapter 27

Ziyu tied the person to the tree before breathing a heavy sigh of relief. She gasped gently, then turned around as if she was asking for a reward, showing a very beautiful and sexy smile.

Yan Qingyu clapped her hands, put Feiyu on the tree, and then jumped down.

Mo Yan also jumped down.

Mo Yiqing was tied to the tree and couldn't move. When he saw the man in black clothes and cloak jumping down from under the tree, he instantly depicted a familiar figure, such height, this feeling, and this pair of eyes... He had seen this mysterious man.

"Yan Qingyu!" Mo Yiqing gritted his teeth hatefully. How could he not remember it?

It took tens of millions of gold to relieve the snake pot. The pain that the snake pot brought him was simply worse than death.

No one can forget this woman, but he will never forget her in his life.

Yan Qingyu's face was covered with a black cloth, and only her eyes were exposed. She listened to Mo Yiqing's roar and smiled softly, her voice was pleasant.

"Your Highness, what a coincidence!"

skillful?

Mo Yiqing struggled hard, but the more he struggled, the more he would be trapped in the flesh, making him grin in pain and cursed: "You dare to assassinate me, Yan Qingyu, you are looking for death!"

Yan Qingyu bent down and gently wiped Mo Yiqing's face, warning: "Your Highness the Prince's mask has fallen off. It turns out that you are so irritable under the mask. Your face is deeply distorted by anger, so it's really disappointing."

Really disappointed.

I thought he was a more tolerant person, but I didn't expect that he would not be able to get along with him without fighting the throne. This was obviously not the behavior of a person who was good at tolerant.

It’s so perfect on the surface, but why is it so disappointing inside?

"Don't be proud, I warn you, you'd better let me let me go. Do you really dare to kill me?" Mo Yiqing's face was not afraid, only anger. He knew that his confidant had a unique identity. This woman dared not kill him, otherwise she would not be able to escape.

With a snap.

Yan Qingyu slapped Mo Yiqing on the face. Mo Yiqing was stunned for a moment, and the twisted and crazy look on her face became a little deeper.

He struggled hard, his eyes widened, his eyes full of blood: "How dare you do it? Yan Qingyu, I will never stop with you!"

Gently rubbing the painful hands, Yan Qingyu's eyes were very cold.

"I thought the Crown Prince was a good opponent, pretending to be perfect, but it was so disappointing. It was a waste of time!" Yan Qingyu waved her hand, and Ziyu on one side found a sword from the grass, which was the sword of a young master of a dead family, and then walked to Mo Yiqing.

Mo Yiqing curled his lips coldly, and his eyes were bloodthirsty and cruel, staring at Yan Qingyu, "You dare not kill me!"

"Oh?" Yan Qingyu turned her head, "Why?"

"I am the prince!" Mo Yiqing's eyes were a little proud.

He is the crown prince and the central point of the dispute over the throne, and he will never die.

"Hahaha...the prince?" Yan Qingyu seemed to hear something interesting. She reached out and covered her eyes, not wanting to see this man who thought he was his opponent showing such a stupid look.

"What are you laughing at?" Mo Yiqing roared angrily. He heard the ridicule in his smile, and felt a sense of humiliation in his heart.

Yan Qingyu's crisp laughter was like a spring bell. Until she had laughed enough, she looked at the embarrassing prince with her eyes shining with a hint of water. "Don't your highness know that the position of the prince has been a shield since ancient times? Every emperor of his throne has come from the blood of the dispute over the throne. They know more than anyone what the position of the prince represents. If you really like it, then your majesty will never let you become the prince, because the position of the prince represents disputes."

Mo Yiqing's face changed. He had been in the position of prince for many years and had never thought of this possibility.

No, I refuse to think about this possibility.

"If I were Your Majesty, then I would never give my favorite son to the position of crown prince, but instead find a capable son to take the position of crown prince instead, which will lead to the prince's squad with the prince. After both sides suffered losses, I will give the favorite one to the throne directly." Yan Qingyu bent down slightly, her bright eyes full of mockery.

"Your Highness, you are just a shield. If this shield dies, you will not receive any sorrow from Your Majesty. He will only support a prince again after you die and then protect his favorite prince until all princes die and the most beloved prince sits on the throne!"

"Impossible!" Mo Yiqing growled angrily, he did not accept this statement.

Not only did he accept it, but even Mo Yan behind him looked at Yan Qingyu with shock, unable to accept such a thing.

Is the prince a shield?

Jiu Qiansui is the prince, so the battle that the father acquiesced to protect Jiu Qiansui?

Yes, Jiu Qiansui is a eunuch to the outside world. Who would have thought that his father would have an eunuch who had an illegitimate son?

Mo Yan's whole body was cold, and he only now knew the truth.

"If you deceive me, I will never believe such a ridiculous thing." Mo Yiqing shook his head, not believing it.

Yan Qingyu sneered and waved her hand, and Ziyu's sword hit Mo Yiqing's chest.

Yan Qingyu: "It doesn't matter if your prince doesn't believe it. Just watch it carefully in hell. Oh, by the way, remember not to drink Mengpo soup. You must watch carefully which prince was the last prince who ascended the throne."

The sword pierced Mo Yiqing's chest halfway, and then slowly, little by little... into it.

Mo Yiqing groaned, and the pain in his chest made his face pale.

"you……"

"When His Highness the Crown Prince dies, the capital will be in chaos, and the battle for the throne will become more interesting!" Yan Qingyu's bright eyes strangely exuded the same luster as the sun in the sky. It was obviously so vicious, but his eyes were so innocent.

Mo Yiqing was slightly stunned.

Yan Qingyu reached out to take Ziyu's sword, then slowly leaned his ear against Mo Yiqing's ear, and whispered: "Your Highness, let's have a gamble?"

Mo Yiqing's pupils were tightened.

"Bet you will die, or bet that someone around you will come to save you!"

Mo Yiqing's pupils were dilated.

No...she...had done on purpose.

The trap she set was not the needle herself, but...

Mo Yiqing's pupils reflected Yan Qingyu's evil and arrogant eyes. She pulled out the sword and then stabbed Mo Yiqing's heart hard...

Bang...zheng...

The sound of weapons handover, no, no, is the sound of metal collision.

It seemed like a small metal stone collided with the sword in her hand, causing Yan Qingyu's tiger mouth to numb and the sword in her hand to fall to the ground.

"Haha...haha...as sure!"

When the sword in Yan Qingyu's hand fell to the ground, the dagger in her sleeve crossed in front of Mo Yiqing. She lowered her voice and said coldly to the surroundings of nothingness: "Your Excellency in the secret, please be careful, otherwise the crown prince's neck will be penetrated by this small dagger."

In the darkness, there was silence.

There seems to be no one at all.

Yan Qingyu winked at Ziyu. Ziyu bent down and found a hidden weapon from the grass and held the metal in the palm of his hand.

Yan Qingyu glanced at it.

frown.

I have never heard of such a hidden weapon in the world. What is this?

Bang……

There seemed to be a sound of thunder out of thin air. Yan Qingyu seemed to feel something. He pulled Mo Yan next to him with force and saw Mo Yan's empty sleeves fluttering, and his entire sleeves became torn and ragged.

And a metal-like stone fell to the ground.

The speed is far beyond the speed of ordinary hidden weapons.

A ruthless look streaked through Yan Qingyu's eyes, and the dagger in her hand was straight, and blood flowed from Mo Yiqing's neck.

"It seems that you don't understand what I mean!" Yan Qingyu cut Mo Yiqing's neck without hesitation. Mo Yiqing widened his eyes and immediately shouted: "Don't take action, she is a madman, she wants to kill me!"

The figure in the dark was silent...

Then, a figure came out of the darkness.

Her whole body was covered with tight clothes, and even her face was covered with layers of gauze, only her silent and empty eyes were exposed, staring at Yan Qingyu straight.

Ziyu took Mo Yiqing off the tree and blocked Yan Qingyu.

With her and Mo Yiqing as shields, this person should not be able to hurt her.

"Take the prince and spare you all the time!" The man covered in gauze was particularly hoarse and murderous intent. His whole body was filled with death, which was shocking.

The air became suffocating in an instant.

Yan Qingyu lowered the cap on her head and also lowered her voice, "Okay, I'll give it to you again!"

"You..." Mo Yan was a little unwilling to give up, why did he return the person to the other party? If the prince doesn't die, she will be targeted and will never stop until death.

Yan Qingyu waved her hand, and the Ziyu beside her let go of the person. The mysterious man opposite took Mo Yiqing, and then immediately poured the wound medicine on Mo Yiqing's neck and tapped the acupoint.

Mo Yiqing reached out to cover her neck and pointed at Yan Qingyu's sharp hatred order: "Kill her!"

The man did not obey Mo Yiqing's orders, but instead replied hoarsely and coldly: "Your Highness, go!"

"Kill her, my palace ordered you to kill her!" Mo Yiqing was furious.

Yan Qingyu, on the other hand, hugged her chest with a smile on her eyes.

"Your Highness..."

"Does Your Highness the Crown Prince want to kill him?" Yan Qingyu's cold words made Mo Yiqing's anger rise straight. When he was about to say something, he was knocked unconscious by the mysterious man and bent down to carry the man on his shoulders. The mysterious man looked at her silently.

"The prince will not give up!"
To be continued...