: The Dark Arrow

Chen Furong exclaimed, widened her eyes and raised her head.

I saw Xiao Tianmo's bright eyes locking her, and her beautiful thin lips were hooked with charming eyes:

"Madam, don't doubt me. My heart for my wife can be seen by the sun and the moon. If I deceive my wife, I will die under the scorching sun and burn my bones in the future."

Chen Furong quickly raised her hand to cover his mouth:

"Don't say anything like this, I don't want to see you crushed."

Xiao Tianmo let go of his long arms, raised his hand and pinched Chen Furong's small earlobe, "Since the lady said that, I feel relieved for my husband."

Chen Furong took advantage of Xiao Tianmo's head down, tiptoed, put his arms around his neck, and kissed his lips domineeringly:

"Put it with this girl's mark so that you can remember who you are!"

Xiao Tianmo obviously didn't realize that she would do this. Under her blurred eyes, there was the tenderness in her eyes.

He curled the corners of his mouth and lowered his eyes to seal Chen Furong's lips with a deeper and warmer kiss. Chen Furong flexibly hugged through his armpits, turning around and blinking playfully:

"Let's go, Duan Sheng is still waiting for us."

Xiao Tianmo smiled and turned around and walked up the stone steps, his eyes full of helplessness and doting, and then he raised his heels.

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At night, Mei Zhi, a disciple of Youlin Valley, who was dressed in night clothes, quietly came to the room where the eldest princess Yan Fengzhu was recuperating.

At this moment, under the moonlight, the quiet corridor was deeper and darker. She walked gently to the door, pressed her ear to the door and listened to the movement inside, but could hardly hear any noise.

Then she carefully used her sword to open the door and secretly watched through the crack.

The candlelight was swaying in the room, and the brocade quilt was spread out on the bed, and a bulging figure could be seen. Under the bed was a pair of embroidered shoes that obviously belonged to a woman.

Meizhi narrowed her eyes slightly, and a ferocious light flashed through her eyes.

She no longer hesitated, carefully pushed the door and entered, tilted her sleeves lightly at the bed, and shot three hidden arrows at the human figure inside the brocade quilt.

Several invisible force were emitted with the sleeves, and shot straight towards the bed at an extremely fast speed, carrying a very fierce cold air.

However, plum blossoms did not hear any screams or cry for help as expected.

She frowned, took a few steps forward, and raised the brocade quilt with the long sword in her hand. She saw that there was no corpse pierced by hidden arrows and flesh on the bed, but there were mattresses and pillows shot by her arrows.

Oh no!

Meizhi understood something in an instant. She turned around in panic and wanted to leave here immediately, but a slender green light flashed. Then she felt her body soften suddenly, and the next second she fell to her knees on the edge of the bed.

This is?

Mei Zhi looked at the two deep snake teeth marks on her calf, and her eyes suddenly sank.

She quietly took out the silver needle from her body, and held it in her fingers. Then she raised her head and looked at Yan Fengzhu who was slowly walking out from behind the screen.

I saw Yan Fengzhu's ink hair tied up a bun roughly, most of the ink hair was casually dispersed, and a white robe fell wide on her slender figure. The robe moved gently with her movements.

"The hidden arrow hurts people? I really didn't expect that when I arrived in this deep valley of the forest, there was still someone who dared to come and make me think about it."

Yan Fengzhu said as she walked to the plum tree. At this moment, several silver needles roared out in the light with a cold light, and instantly shot towards her position.

But just as the needle tip was about to touch the corner of Yan Fengzhu's clothes, her figure turned sharply, and the silver needle was instantly removed and fell silently to the ground.

Seeing this, Meizhi's pupils suddenly shrank, and the expression on her face was both surprised and unbelievable.

Yan Fengzhu had already taken the sword and reached Mei Zhi's throat. She had a smile on her lips, with three points of charm and seven points of sharpness:

"Tell me, who are you? Who sent you here?"

"Your illness is indeed pretending, so scheming!"

The tip of the sword reached his throat, and Meizhi was forced to raise her head, but her face was not afraid:

"I was careless after all. It turns out that you were prepared for a long time, so there is no need to say much. Today, it was my mistake to kill and cut. I will listen to the emperor. Don't even ask me a word!"

"Want to die?"

Yan Fengzhu glanced at Mei Zhi with a look of rather than surrendering, and sneered.

She put her sword into the sheath and suddenly approached Meizhi's chin. Regardless of her struggle, she stuffed a black pill with a slightly pungent smell into her mouth, forcing her to swallow it.

Meizhi screamed in panic: "What did you eat for me?"

Yan Fengzhu curled up the corner of her mouth, and played with the porcelain bottle containing the pills in her hand and said slowly:

"Don't you really want to die? How can I help you?

This is the bone-transforming pill. If the person who takes it cannot take the antidote in time, his intestines will definitely rot and die.

And coincidentally, I didn’t have the antidote, so you could only wait to die!”

She deliberately made her intestines pierced and her belly bite very hard, with a bloodthirsty sneer on her face, which looked like an evil ghost climbing up from hell to seek her life, making people shudder.

Meizhi's calm expression finally broke down. Her eyes were red, and her face was ferocious because of anger. She pointed at Yan Fengzhu and cursed:

"You poisonous woman, no wonder the Marquis can't keep you, you..."

Before she could finish her words, black and red blood had already oozed out of the corners of her mouth:

"Marty, no, I won't let you go..."

When Yan Fengzhu heard this, her eyes suddenly narrowed, and her pupils pressed like needles, "It's Xiao Junyan, the Marquis of Zhenguo!"

When the plum tree was so angry, Yan Fengzhu picked up the wine glass on the table and drank it all.

Xiao Junyan - her nominal son-in-law, knew that she had returned to the capital, but she had never really shown up.

She thought he was a current affairs person, but she didn't expect that he would plot against her in secret.

She was afraid of trouble, so she wanted to keep it true, but she didn't think he was in the way, but instead she wanted to get rid of her.

Since he is ruthless, she doesn't need to be intentional.

...

Shen Furong covered her stomach and walked hurriedly on the trail behind the room.

In ancient times, when there was no flushing toilet, it was not easy to use the toilet, but she accidentally got a stomachache and was in a hurry to go to the toilet.

"Madam, please be slower and be careful at your feet!"

October followed quickly and held Shen Furong's arm with both hands:

"There are obviously potty and gong buckets in the room, why do you have to come out?"

"I can't use that thing, so I'd better take a few steps to the toilet!"

Shen Furong waved her hand and asked to October again:

"How is your injury? Does it still hurt?"

October smiled and said, "It's just a little injury. Don't worry, madam, I'm almost healed."

Shen Furong nodded and smiled, "It's fine if it's okay."

The two of them walked along the way and met several female disciples from Youlin Valley.

Several little girls were full of youth, collagen on their faces, and looked full of vitality, and sweetly called Shen Furong "Master".

Shen Furong greeted them enthusiastically, watched the person leave and sighed:

"Time flies like a flash. In a blink of an eye, I have married as a wife, and now I have become someone else's master. I will soon become a bad old woman."

"Madam won't be a bad old lady!"

October's eyes were firmly looking at Chen Furong, and those eyes as bright as stars were so convincing...
Chapter completed!