Chapter 391 A Shrew Headed Home 89

   "Hey, the national teacher is serious!" The Sixth Prince was not defending, he smiled and waved his hand.

  The pupils tightened in the next second, and the smile even froze on his face.

"Well……"

  The pain of the heart being pierced forcibly, the eyes of the Sixth Prince quickly filled with a layer of blood mist. The sound of ‘chuck, chuck, chuck’ in his throat is not like what a human can make. The viscous blood rushed out of his mouth.

"you……"

  His face was filled with disbelief and shock, and he fell back unwillingly.

  Wen Yanqing let go and looked at the painful expression of the sixth prince indifferently. When the heart is pierced, it will not die instantly. He can feel the feeling of being torn and life passing by a little bit.

   "Weichen is really grateful to His Highness Six, and thank His Highness Six for all this."

  He wears a snow-white robe with a few bluegrass embroidered on his head. The cuffs were splashed with a few drops of blood, scattered, like red plums blooming in the snow.

  He frowned at his clear brows, and a touch of annoyance crossed his warm eyes. A Yan likes this dress the most. When she went out this morning, she even praised him a lot and kissed him.

   Now he was stained with dirty blood and couldn't wear it anymore.

  A layer of hostility gradually appeared in Wen Yanqing's eyes...

  The courtiers leaned together, and they didn't dare to let out the atmosphere.

  The praying mantis catches the cicada, and the oriole is behind.

  The six princes carried all the infamy, and smashed through the thorns all the way in, but they kicked at the door, and Wen Yanqing pierced the heart with a sword.

   came to a dead end.

  And after death, I am afraid that I will bear the eternal infamy.

  Only Wen Yanqing is the only one who takes care of himself and is clean.

  Emperor Chengde was taken aback by this sudden change, and his reaction was ecstasy, "Ai Qing, I know you will not betray me!"

  It turns out that he had been acting before.

"Ah……"

  Wen Yanqing chuckled softly and shook his head pityingly when he heard the words of Emperor Cheng De.

  He raised his hand and slowly took off his mask. A snow-colored robe, solitary and independent. Standing in the blood, he has a clean and noble temperament, his eyebrows are like distant mountains, and his eyes are like stars.

  If you say that his whole person is perfect like a painting, a jade sculpture. Then the hideous scar on his face meandered all the way from his forehead to the end of his eyes. It was a failure, and it was abruptly torn apart this perfection!

"The emperor is joking, why betray? I just came to get back what belongs to me." Wen Yanqing walked towards the dragon chair step by step, his dark eyes became deeper and deeper, and every word and every sentence was filled with him. There was endless sarcasm in the cold voice.

   "The emperor looked at my face, did he ever feel like deja vu?"

   Cheng Dedi trembling hands, watching Wen Yanqing get closer and closer to him, getting closer and closer, he can hardly control his body.

  "You are, you are..." There was a name whirling between his lips, and everything came to the surface.

   "It's me." Wen Yanqing finally walked up to Emperor Cheng De and stood still. He stared at him condescendingly, as if looking at a humble ant, "If you follow your seniority, I should call you an uncle the emperor. Back then, you framed my father and king, murdered the first emperor, and tampered with the succession edict. For more than ten years, Do you sit comfortably in this position? Stepping on the bones of your brother and father, have you ever thought that you can have today?"

   "Are you the child of King Mu's?! You, you are not dead—"

   seemed to have an invisible big hand, pinching his neck tightly, causing Cheng Dedi to breathe quickly and his face flushed.

  (End of this chapter)