Chu Yue's long finger loosened, and the golden rocket left the string.

The ninth prince's eyes were tightened and his hair was creepy.

Suddenly, goose bumps all over his body exploded, and there was no arrogance of the spiritual sense transmitting the sound.

When he faced death, he felt the same fear of Nangong Xiong at that time, and his hatred for Ye Chuyue turned into endless fear.

"puff--"

The arrows cut through the sky and suddenly split a dozen pieces, all of which were penetrated into the body of the ninth prince.

Each arrow penetrated the Ninth Prince's fatal point accurately and accurately.

The blood on the ninth prince's body was soaked in gorgeous clothes. He stared at his eyes until he died and was frightened and frightened. His body fell back stiffly.

The wind and flames in the night sky had disappeared. When Chu Yue put away her longbow and fell back to the ground, Ji Yao, Xiao Li and others all rushed to her side.

Chu Yue smiled and raised her hand to wipe off the blood from her face.

The careless blood-wiping action exudes a bit of elegance and laziness.

In the Dong Pavilion Courtyard, everyone was preparing to perform the rituals of the king and the ministers to the Chiying Lord, but the ninth prince died too fiercely and suddenly, so that the group of dignitaries and nobles were all blank, and they didn't know what to do next.

Only the table in Mu Mansion is still peaceful and peaceful.

The breeze is gentle.

The teapot is bottomed out.

The old man also finished the last cup of tea and slowly put down the cup with his old hand.

"There's no tea." said the old man.

Master Huaiqing glanced at the teacup: "It's okay, it's time to get to the bottom of the business."

"Too."

The old couple chatted as if no one was around, making Mu Lin stare in the fog.

Mu Qinghuang's eyebrows were stained with a cold look.

Mu Fengming lowered his legs on the table and moved his shoulders and neck.

Mu Jingyun and Mu Chenhai subconsciously touched their weapons.

"My younger brother, Nangong Xi, pay homage to the Lord and the Queen!"

At this moment, Nangong Xi knelt in front of Chi Yingjun and the Queen.

She raised her head, red eyes, and then turned her hand and pointed at Chu Yue angrily: "She, Ye Chuyue, beheaded my father without hesitation and harmed the ninth prince, causing trouble to the Hong family. I also ask the emperor and the queen to decide for us."

Mrs. Yongding stepped out from the queen's side, counting the old resentment and new anger together, staring at Chu Yue and whispered: "Ye Chuyue, under the feet of the emperor, the holy land of the imperial capital in Beizhou, how can you be so arrogant? The king, the queen has come to Hong Mansion. Are you deaf and blind and unable to hear the sound of the sword? You dare to kill the ninth prince in front of the king and the queen. Ye Chuyue, you are so brave!"

"I heard it."

Chu Yue laughed jokingly: "So, we use arrows."

Mrs. Yongding's anger suddenly stung in her throat, and her speech was so full that she couldn't say a word.

She really couldn't figure out why Ye Chuyue could face Chi Yingjun and the Queen so easily.

Looking at that expression, are you very proud and polite with arrows? Do you need to give her a prize?

"General Wuling."
Chapter completed!