Chapter 22: Fierce battle

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Su Qiqi has thousands of momentum under his fingers, and sometimes the strings are soft and low, and the ephemeral pharyngeal is entangled in it, and Cheng Fu ups and downs.
Burning is local, Jade flute in hand, but never raised it to the lips, just holding the listening music quietly, as if already with the lyre to the vast expanse of sand, the situation is turbulent, the soldiers overwhelm the city.
When Xiao Suo's bass turned back, the sound of the piano rose up and opened up, and there was a strong tendency to straighten up the sky, so that the people in the yard could not help smelling it.
Su Qiqi's eyes were lowered, and the sound of the piano became higher and higher, the fingers were suddenly forced, the vigor was violent, and the extreme rapids surged down to the calm, the piano breaks quietly.
For a long while, the courtyard was quiet and there was no sound.
Su Qiqi stared quietly at Jiao Wei in front of him, very focused, and a little disturbed.
A pair of light cyan boots came to his eyes, Su Qiqi raised his eyes, facing the clear eyes like the spring: "Sir, let it go."
He took a mahogany box out of his arms and placed it gently in the palm of Su Qiqi: "You won."
Then he turned around and left chicly without saying a word.
Until the gate of Wangfu was burned out, Lei Yufeng awakened from his sorrow, and stared at Su Qiqi with an incredible wide eye: "Are you really Su Qiqi?"
What kind of state of mind can make up such a tune.
Su Qiqi just smiled calmly, received the rootless fruit in his hand, and slightly blessed himself in front of Mo Wenchen: "Look at the body first to dispense medicine."
There was a hint of appreciation in his eyes, and Mo Wenchen waved his hand.
Su Qiqi really gave him too many surprises, and grinned at the corner of his mouth: "Yu Feng, if you are sitting in front of the piano platform, can you win Mr. Fen's jade flute?"
A little fun.
Looking at Mo Wenchen's unusual indifference, Lei Yufeng knew that Su Qiqi had successfully won Mo Wenchen's heart.
Indeed, Lei Yufeng also began to admire Su Qiqi, but it was so hidden.
That Jiao Wei really matches her temperament and her piano skills.
But he hoped that the person holding the tail was himself.
Aegean people all like to burn the tail.
Lei Yufeng is not exempt.
At this point, his eyes were raised: "Not necessarily."
Haha laughed, Mo Wenchen said nothing, now that the medicine has been collected, he can soon stand up again, and of course he will feel better.
Although the cold words standing aside did not understand the skill of the piano, she was surprised to hear that the princess had won the jade flute of Mr. Fen.
I was completely convinced in the bottom of my heart, and I completely acknowledged the princess in my heart.
Only women like Su Qiqi are worthy of his grandfather.
The incident with the burning of the piano quickly spread throughout the Austrian city, and even into the imperial city.
It seems that the news was intentionally spread, but no one can stop it.
"You must be careful these days." Lei Yufeng's rare scripture, Su Qiqi's antidote should be successfully prepared within a few days, but everyone knows that things will not go so smoothly.
Leng Yan also nodded hard. He was protecting Mo Wenchen personally when he was twenty or four. Of course, these were not enough. Lei Yufeng transferred 300 masters from Leijiabao, thousands of miles away.
Already on the road.
It's better to let Leijiabao be empty, and to protect it.
"Mobilize the Blood Guards to protect Su Qiqi." Mo Wenchen also agreed with Lei Yufeng's approach.
You know, he can be poisoned, which means that Mo Wenxuan's men are not weak, there are people outside, there are days outside.
Although Mo Wenchen was arrogant, he never underestimated the enemy.
"Yes." Leng Yan walked away.
"Does the Shadow Guard move?" Lei Yufeng still hesitated.
"No, this force cannot move until the critical moment." Mo Wenchen shook his head.
"Okay." Lei Yufeng looked straightforward: "I'll see what's going on with Su Qiqi."
Imperial City, Palace of Government.
"You really have a good daughter." Mo Wenxuan was sitting on a dragon chair, her face was blue, her eyes flushed, and she stared at his uncle Su Shichang, who was shaking and kneeling there.
Su Shichang didn't dare to answer the question. How could he not know that the eldest daughter who had been bullied in the backyard was so good?
"You don't even know your daughter knows medicine?" Mo Wenxuan shot the case: "What do you mean by Su family?"
Su Shichang hurriedly bowed his head and said, "Please ask the emperor to check, old man ... old man really doesn't know."
He also regretted that he didn't care about his eldest daughter in these years. He knew this so that Su Qiqi would not become a waste chess.
And right now, it's even a bad thing for his party.
How difficult is it to poison Mo Wenchen? Once, there will never be two.
His own daughter turned out to know the medicine.
"Huh ..." Mo asked Xuan Lengheng: "No matter what method is used, he must not be allowed to take antidote."
"Yes." Su Shichang wiped the sweat from his forehead and ordered to retreat.
Leaving Mo Wenxuan still blushing, the bottom of his eyes flickered.
The night is as dark as ink, with no starlight or moon.
Outside of the Dinghouhou Palace, there was a sword and sword, and a slaughter began.
Hundreds of killers desperately entered the Beidinghou Palace, but were stopped by a group of people.
Lei Yufeng stood at the gate of Wangfu, and looked coldly at all of this. He would not shoot until the critical moment.
Su Qiqi, who was in the hospital, slept very peacefully and did not feel anything strange.
I don't know the fight outside.
As long as this evening, Mo Wenchen can stand up, unknowingly, Su Qiqi's sleeping face even a little smile.
Her efforts finally succeeded.
Why she was so happy wasn't even clear to herself.
The assassination continued, the wind at night was a bit cold, and it was blowing on the streets.
Lei Yufeng watched the blood guards fall down one by one. When there were fewer and fewer people standing, his face was also a little heavy. It seems that this time Mo Wenxuan had lost his blood.
Almost dispatched the entire Shadowblade.
And all are top killers.
Raising his hand to remove his cloak, Lei Yufeng held the long sword around his waist and flew down from the air.
The sword was flowing everywhere.
Like a sickle that harvests life, hesitates forward without hesitation, and everyone will fall everywhere.
At this time Lei Yufeng, tight black clothes, Han Jian in hand, cold eyes, full of murderous.
To kill Mo Wenchen, you must pass the level of Lei Yufeng, which is well known in the world.
After a few rounds, half of the hundreds of killers were killed or injured. Even with the sea tactics, Lei Yufeng cannot be trapped. He is like his name, such as shuttles in the whirlwind.
The cold light flashed, and people had no time to see his bloodthirsty eyes, nothing more.
He Ying, the owner of the Shadowblade Tower standing in the distance, snorted softly: "Leijiabao Fortress, it really deserves its reputation."
Also mentioning the sword in hand, but not forward, but backed up, a few jumps, the man has reached the backyard of the palace, a few people high on the wall, he just lifted his breath, already standing on top of it.
This hand is no worse than Lei Yufeng.