Seeing more and more people on the street, tens of thousands of people swarming on both sides of the street, everyone stretched their necks to look at the team. But everyone had a look of disdain on their faces. The disgust could not be hidden.
Qingchen grabbed an old man next to him and asked: "Dad, what are you doing?" The old man shook his head and sneered: "It is said that this girl named Yi killed the rebellious Prince Yi and rescued him.
For her meritorious service, she was named the Princess of Ping'an, and now she has been rewarded by the emperor, asking her to praise the street!" "Praise the street?!" Yi Qingchen's head just felt a bang. She naturally knew that the emperor arranged for her to "praise the street"
'What's the purpose? As soon as she took the seat of the princess, two groups of assassins came to assassinate her. Now if Feng Yiying 'praises' her in such a big way, won't Feng Yiying's people be angry? I'm afraid there will be more people who will die.
On and on! What a vicious trick to lure the enemy! The old man murmured: "What kind of thing are you giving back to the princess? You're just a bitch!" He pouted at the retreating team. Yi Qingchen only felt the palm of his hand.
She was trembling a little. She almost greeted Bai Zimo and the eighth generation of the emperor's ancestors in her heart. Unable to help herself, she followed the team that praised the street from a distance... The team that praised the street walked for more than an hour. Yi Qing
Chen Heel's feet were a little soft. She cursed secretly in her heart. The dummy was sitting smoothly in the sedan chair, but she, the real person, was like a thief, sneaking behind and tired to death! "Grandma, they are...
How long does it take to 'praise'? Do they have to 'praise' the assassin before they stop? God, please don't let us assassins come again!" She prayed secretly in her heart, and suddenly heard a "bang" from the team in front of her.
There was a loud noise, and the crowd was in chaos. Yi Qingchen was startled, and when she looked up, her heart suddenly lifted up for a long time, and then fell down again: "So, do they already hate me to this extent?
"Half of the roof of the eight-carrying sedan was blown off by something unknown. Fortunately, Yi Qingchen was not in the sedan, otherwise this blow would have been enough to kill half of her life! "Protect the princess!" "Capture her!
Assassin!" In the chaos, several black figures jumped from the tall buildings on both sides of the street, the weapons in their hands flashed, and they rushed towards 'Yi Qingchen' in the sedan!