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Chapter Eight hundred and forty-eight: The tyrant spoils the fallen princess 64(1/2)

"wrong!"

Wen Qingzhi reacted quickly.

The originally slightly panicked expression turned into one full of suspicion.

"Today is a full moon. This should not be the king on weekdays, but he appears here at this time. Could it be that I guessed wrong?"

He couldn't believe it.

I could only bend down slowly and said:

"Your Majesty, if I offend you late at night, I will be punished by death."

"Sin worthy of death?"

Xiang Xuanhai chuckled.

Cross the threshold.

His dark eyes swept over Wen Qingzhi, but when they fell on Yingqian, he suddenly felt a lot more happy.

Yingqian quickly opened her eyes and gestured silently:

"Don't look at me! Keep playing! Where are the others?"

Xiang Xuanhai couldn't quite understand her.

But he still followed Yingqian’s instructions countless times before and said again:

"You deserve death? You showed up in her bedroom late at night. How many lives do you have? You can..."

He didn't even finish listening to the words.

Wen Qingzhi had already stood up straight, turned around and smiled lightly at Ying, saying:

"It turns out it's not the king."

"Sure enough, you discovered it."

Ying Qian sighed, not feeling much frustrated, and waved directly to Xiang Xuanhai and said:

"In that case, don't act with him. It's boring anyway. Ask others to come in!"

"Um?"

Xiang Xuanhai was only six years old at this time.

How can I understand the confrontation between Ying Qian and Wen Qingzhi?

He blinked, his handsome face full of confusion.

Yingqian was also stunned.

"Where are the others? Didn't I ask you to find some guards and soldiers and bring them all over? If that doesn't work, you can also use eunuchs and maids!"

"But I don't know those people, and they..."

Hearing Xiang Xuanhai's aggrieved answer.

Everyone in Yingqian was dumbfounded.

This is different from the plan she made.

After Xiang Xuanhai heard the signal, he should have barged in directly and let the guards swarm him to subdue Wen Qingzhi, the rebellious traitor.

But at this time.

Not only was there no sign of the guards.

Beside Ying Qian, apart from the unconscious Tao Hua, there was only a six-year-old Xiang Xuanhai left.

"Miss Qian is easy to arrange, but I almost believe her."

Wen Qingzhi was completely relieved at this time.

As the prime minister, he knew a lot about Xiang Xuanhai.

Apart from being frightened the moment he first met, he sensed something was wrong almost as soon as Xiang Xuanhai opened his mouth.

"If it were the king, I would have been dead the moment he saw me, so why would he say such nonsense to me?"

Wen Qingzhi picked up Yingqian and said with a smile:

"Although I don't know what is going on, this person can't stop me."

He looked like a weak scholar.

The strength is not small.

He held a living person like Ying Qian in his arms, but his arms did not tremble at all.

The pace is also gentle and steady.

Wen Qingzhi wanted to take Ying Qian away, but Xiang Xuanhai suddenly took a step to the side, blocking his way.

"Wait! Where are you taking your sister?"

"Of course she is going back to my home and hers." Wen Qingzhi paused, and the smile on his lips became more and more cheerful, and said: "You are not the king, so you can't stop me. If you don't want to suffer, you'd better get out of the way.

.”

"don't want!"

Xiang Xuanhai shook his head vigorously, and when he saw Wen Qingzhi still holding Yingqian and refusing to let go, his face gradually darkened, and a sharp light quietly appeared in his eyes.

"Give me my sister back!"

Seeing that he refused to give way.

The hours passed by minute by minute.

Worried about what might happen again.

Wen Qingzhi looked thoughtful, and after a while, he said:

"Miss Qian, do you think that if the king is injured, can the story you tell become more real?"

"Wen Qingzhi!"

Yingqian's eyes suddenly widened and he gritted his teeth and said:

"If you dare to hurt the king, you are committing treason. What is the difference between you and your father?"

"He is not the king."

Wen Qingzhi shook his head, smiled lovingly, and said softly:

"Miss Qian, you and I both know this very well, so why do we need to threaten you like this?"

Seeing that his mind has been made up.

Yingqian could only look at Xiang Xuanhai and shouted:

"Run!"

Yingqian didn't care what happened to Xiang Xuanhai.

But the person in front of him is not the tyrant, but Xiao Hai, who only has a six-year-old mind.

If it's because of her plan.

Xiaohai suffered some injuries in vain.

How can Yingqian stand looking at it?

"don't want!"

But Xiang Xuanhai shook his head. Even though he had noticed clear malice in Wen Qingzhi, he still refused to leave.

His sister.

Where can I give it to others?

There was a smile on Wen Qingzhi's lips, his thin lips moved slightly, and a sharp whistle cut through the sky.

"Keep him alive, as long as he can't block my way again."

I don’t know when.

A man in black slipped into the window like a shadow.

He responded quietly.

He took out a soft sword from his waist and stabbed Xiang Xuan directly in the eyes.

"Wen Qingzhi, I will fuck your uncle!"

Yingqian uttered a curse word.

The cuffs twitched.

The hidden hairpin was held in the palm of the hand and pointed at Wen Qingzhi's shoulder without politeness.

But he seemed to be prepared.
To be continued...
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