Chu Yue was sitting comfortably on the blood jade chair. After giving an order, the iron-blooded Zhenbei Army marched forward and held Ye Ruoxue, who was crying like pear blossoms with rain.
Ye Ruoxue's nose and eyes were red, she sniffed and tears slid down her cheeks.
Coupled with the crimson color on her face, the confusion in her eyes, and the intricate red marks on her body, the men who were closer to her inevitably developed feelings of pity for her.
The Zhenbei soldiers who restrained Ye Ruoxue with their iron arms were strong and tall, but they did not squint and were not moved by Ye Ruoxue's beauty.
"Xue'er..."
Qin Qianqian was extremely worried and wanted to save Ye Ruoxue from the Zhenbei army, but was kicked away by a flying Rakshasa.
Today's Rakshasa is also a member of the Zhenbei Army.
After training with the Zhenbei soldiers, her strength has also improved by leaps and bounds.
Qin Qianqian fell to the ground, glared at Rakshasa, and bit her silver teeth into pieces.
Rakshasa's deep eyes, like the night that cannot be turned away, stared at the down-and-out Qin Qianqian, and sneered: "Master Ye is cleaning up the house and handling the affairs of Ye Mansion. When will it be your turn as a person named Qin to point fingers?"
Already?"
Qin Qianqian stood up with difficulty, raised her hand to wipe the blood from the corner of her mouth, and looked at Chu Yue angrily.
Ye Ruoxue burst into tears and choked with sobs: "Ayue, sister has only lived in Tingxuexuan for a few years, why did you go so far as to kill everyone? Do you have to kill me to be satisfied?"
"Tsk..."
Chu Yue sneered lightly and slowly raised her eyes, "Ye Ruoxue, do you think that death can be written off?"
"Miss Ye San."
A relatively thin and frail man walked over, wearing a plain robe and looking like a scholar.
He couldn't bear to look at Ye Ruoxue, who had tears in her eyes.
As the ancients said, it is the time for heroes to save beauty.
The man looked at Chu Yue and said softly: "Forgive Luo for speaking frankly, and you must be merciful. Even if Miss Ye made a huge mistake, your flesh and blood are in harmony. She will always be your sister."
.Leave a fine line in your life.”
"Third Miss, why don't you do more good deeds and accumulate virtue for yourself? We are all members of the same family, and we are all sisters. In public, what you do is really contrary to benevolence and justice."
This elegant and upright scholar is named Luo Shen.
Born in Chang'an Prime Minister's Mansion, he is the youngest son of Prime Minister Luo and is also a well-known scholar.
He read hundreds of poems at the age of three, knew thousands of words at the age of six, and read thousands of books by princes. He was addicted to the empire of books and could not extricate himself.
"There is no limit to the sea of suffering, but turning back is the end. Miss Ye San, how could you treat a defenseless and weak woman like this? She is different from you." Luo Shen, wearing a high-spirited and upright air, full of scholarly breath, persuaded in a slow voice.
"Who is this?" Chu Yue turned to look at Xuanyuan Yu, "Where did the monk come from? Instead of going to the temple to ring the bell, nine monks came to chant sutras?"
Xuanyuan Yu coughed dryly.
Luo Shen blushed, "Miss Ye San, Luo is the third son of the prime minister's family, Luo Shen. He is not a monk."
"Since it's not the case, what sutra do you recite?"
Chu Yue looked at him funny, "Where were you when Ye Ruoxue did all the bad things? Where were you when Chang'an was in decline? Now you are showing false mercy? Prime Minister Luo has been in office for decades, he has fulfilled his duties and served the people all his life.
Why do you have such a brainless son like you?"
Luo Shen was so scolded that he could not speak. His face turned red and he stared at Chu Yue.
It seems that he is a scholar. He only knows how to recite poems and write poems. How has he ever scolded anyone in public?
"The so-called hypocritical benevolence, false righteousness and false compassion are even more disgusting than real villains."
"Master Luo, it's better to talk less when you go out in the future, otherwise the good reputation of the prime minister's house for hundreds of years will be ruined by you."
Chu Yue ignored Luo Shen, a cold light surged in her eyes,
"Bring me here!"
She shouted suddenly!
Zhenbei Major General Jun Wuyuan walked in from outside Jiuzun Tower with a strong man in his hand, and threw the strong man who had been tied up to the ground.
The strong man twisted his body and his face appeared in everyone's sight.
Ye Ruoxue was stunned.
The strong man who fell at her feet was Xu Hu, the warehouse steward of Ye Mansion.
Xu Hu looked horrified, moved his strong body close to Ye Ruoxue, and shouted hysterically: "Miss, help me, the property left by Zhenbei Marquis was all used by you and your wife..."