Chapter 671: Empress the Great Dragon, Shen!

Royal palace.
Yunxiu hurried back, only to find that the palace of the palace was different from usual.
Xia Ye’s worms are nowhere to be seen, and the entire palace is dead and brightly lit, as if a terrible beast is hidden inside, waiting for an opportunity to hibernate.
She climbed up the wall neatly.
Then I saw that there were many more golden guards in the palace.
They held sharp swords and stood quietly under the porch like a stone. The golden helmets covered their faces, only a pair of beast-like dark eyes were exposed. They were more imposing than the Xichang dead soldier trained by her master Gu Chongshan. dense.
Yunxiu held his breath and concentrated his eyes on the window.
A warm yellow light appeared behind the window lattice, and the figure of Yongwang Xiao Yi was faintly reflected. His body was very tight, and he was holding a nine-foot sword in his hand, as if he was confronting someone.
At this time, in the palace.
Xiao Yi held a Mo knife in his hand and stared at the woman sitting here, because he was too jealous, and his voice became muffled: "Why are you here?"
The long wind penetrates the hall, pushing the shadow of the linghua on the bamboo and wood floor like a tide to the pepper wall.
The delicate hands that are not stained with Dancome are soft and boneless on the glazed palace lantern.
The woman leaning on the chaise couch has a green silk like a waterfall, her thin eyebrows are slanted and hooked into the temples, her peachy eyes are fascinating, her vermilion lips are full, she smiles like a nine-day goddess.
She wore a deep purple embroidered phoenix and a peony cross-collared palace dress. She was tall and her skin was white and snowy. The purple and white complemented each other under the lights, making her unique.
It is hard to imagine that she is the mother of five children.
Faced with Xiao Yi’s question, she arrogantly stretched her sleeves, raised her chin, curled her lips, and said slowly:
Under the whole world, is it possible that the land is king; is it the shore of the land, is it the king's court, here is the land of the great Yong, this palace is expensive? As the queen, why can't I be here?"
Xiao Yi's hand holding the knife gradually clenched.
Shen Jiang changed to a more comfortable sitting position: "In the past, I sent you to Shu County, originally just wanting you to find Tianshu. Unexpectedly, Ayan gave the palace more surprises..."
She looked around the treasure hall and smiled: "It's just that, the Nanyue Palace, it's just that. I don't know where the Nanyue Dragon Chair is? My palace wants to sit there--"
Before the words fell, the wind came.
Xiao Yi's blade pointed at her face far away, and his voice was deep: "You killed your brother and sister-in-law."
Shen Jiang raised his eyebrows.
She knocked on the table with her finger, and said impatiently: "He takes the blame."
"He is your son!"
"If you can exchange your son for power, this palace is willing to give birth to a few more."
The woman's beautiful eyebrows are full of sarcasm.
It seemed that Xiao Ning's life was no different to Yihua and Yishu.
She tilted her slender jade legs indifferently, "Now, hand over the Nanyue Soldier Talisman and Seal in your hand."
Xiao Yi's pupils shrank sharply.
He stared at this woman, as if he knew her again.
That year, not long after he was born, he was taken out of the palace and sent to Uncle Nan.
He suffered a lot when he was a child, but he still had a ray of hope for this woman, hoping that she wanted to let herself realize the truth of "being a good man while suffering hardship", and then reluctantly send him to Shu County.
When he was twelve years old, he saved up a sum of money and bought two precious Shu brocades as gifts for her. At a young age, he traveled thousands of miles to Chang'an and returned to Chang'an secretly.
I want to please her, I want to experience the warmth of being hugged by my mother.
When he was young, he hadn't seen much in the world. He regarded Shu brocade as the most precious piece of cloth in the world, carefully hugged it in his arms, and was taken into the palace by the emperor to meet this woman.
At that time, she was resting behind the bead curtain.
He knelt outside the bead curtain and still remembers the cold glance when she opened his eyes.
But so indifferent, at the time he was diminished by the joy of seeing his mother for the first time.
He kindly offered the Shu brocade that he had traveled thousands of miles to personally memorized: "My child, Daoyan, brought a gift to the queen, and wish the queen be happy!"
The emperor Xiao Ning knelt next to him and said respectfully: "Mother, A Yan is young, but she has worked so hard to carry two pieces of Shu brocade for thousands of miles, so that you can wear the palace skirt made by Shu brocade. This filial piety is very filial. It's precious, come out and see..."
But the footsteps in anticipation did not sound.
When he was young, he looked up nervously.
His mother's queen, the woman with the most beautiful appearance in Chang'an, wearing luxurious and cold jewelry, still sat lazily on the couch.
She lowered her eyes to play with her nails, and her voice jokingly said: "What good thing is the Taoist temple? Two brocades are worthy of your credit? Can't this palace not be able to wear it? At a young age, nothing else. This set is very good...After all, it is a wild boy who grew up in a mountain city, and he really can't be on the table. If you can send the Tianshu token to this palace, this palace will be happy."
The cold and arrogant attitude of the woman left a deep impression on him when he was young.
He even forgot how he got out of the palace. On that day, his hands and feet were as cold as an ice cellar, and he was taken to the house by the emperor's brother. After eating a bowl of steaming beef and green onion noodles, his body gradually warmed up.
When he was young, he was not good at controlling emotions.
He ate the noodles, his grievances and tolerance for many years turned into teardrops, one by one, falling into the noodle soup. At the end of the meal, the bowl of noodles became lumpy.
The emperor's brother caressed his back, doing his best to comfort him.
Later when he returned to Chang'an, he only went to the Prince's Mansion to meet the emperor brother, and never mentioned the woman.
The mother in his memory was a strange woman wearing cold jewelry on her head.
His best memory of Chang'an is the bowl of beef noodle soup in the Huangxiong Mansion.
Having not seen him for many years now, he finally became the overlord of South Vietnam.
But this woman not only killed the emperor's brother, but also asked him to give away the power he had accumulated over the years, the power he had earned.
Under the sun, there is no such good thing.
Xiao Yi stood silently in the hall, staring at Shen Jiang, and the Jiu Chi Mo knife turned around in his hand.
The next moment-
The knife light splashed, Xiao Yi suddenly attacked Shen Jiang!
Shen Jiang squinted his peachy eyes, his pupils were evil and cold: "Blood Guard."
Two blood-colored figures appeared quietly, appearing behind Xiao Yi at a speed that was difficult to capture with the naked eye, and the iron rod in his hand suddenly hit his knee!
Xiao Yi's face was gloomy as water.
He turned over to avoid the two iron bars, and three more blood guards volleyed over, swinging the long sticks at his head and waist!
The five blood guards cooperate with Wujian as one person. They are the most famous and ruthless killers in the world, and they have only been loyal to Empress Dayong for so many years.
There is nowhere to escape.
Xiao Yi received a stick in his abdomen, and before he could fight back, there was a sudden pain in the socket of his knee, and he knelt on one knee instantly!
Five iron rods came from all directions, pressing his neck and back at the same time, forcing him to kneel on one knee and bow his head deeply in front of Shen Jiang.
The cold sweat soaked his robes, and his red eyes stared at the floor.
Shen Jiang calmly brushed his sleeves, condescending, with a noble attitude: "Is he convinced?"
Xiao Yi's body was like a tight bowstring.
Carrying the pressure of five iron rods, he raised his head slowly and hard, and the veins around his neck were already violently stretched behind his ears.
He stared at Shen Jiang and smiled.
With this smile, blood and broken organs scrambled to seep from between his teeth, and the sticky consistency was spilled all over the floor.