At this moment, Lin Chu didn't know that her unintentional actions to teach Lin Moran a lesson had completely pushed her life onto a rough road full of thorns.
She rushed to Xianfu Palace to support Suwen, a simple girl who was cold on the outside but hot on the inside. Nothing else mattered.
"Sixth Master!"
The eunuch's unique feminine voice came from behind, and there were footsteps running towards her in a hurry.
Lin Chu stopped and turned around to look, and saw Li Zongtai running all the way, his face flushed red.
"The princess is right. If you come this way, you can catch up with Mr. Liu."
He raised his hand to wipe the fine sweat on his head and said quickly: "Go back with me quickly, the princess is in danger!"
Lin Chu frowned. Nine times out of ten her life would be unsatisfactory. She pursued everything well, but at this moment she had to make a choice between Duanmuyan and Suwen.
"Leave Miss Su Wen to the old slave, and the old slave will risk his life to protect Miss Su Wen." Li Zongtai vowed: "The princess is safe, but she has to rely on the Sixth Master."
His voice was slightly stagnant, and there was an unconcealable sadness on his usually confident face: "In the whole of Shangjing, Master Liu is the only one who treats the princess sincerely!"
Plop!
Li Zongtai knelt on his knees and said, "Please, Lord Six, save the princess no matter what, the others just want her to die!"
Lin Chu's heart trembled. Duanmuyan's only reliance is the Emperor, but the power of God is unpredictable, and the Emperor is also the most fickle person in the world. When reliance is no longer reliance, it becomes the sharpest knife in the world!
"Don't worry, she won't die!"
The young man was walking in a hurry, running along the palace road under the cover of night. His thin body seemed to be able to carry mountains, it was straight and hard.
Li Zongtai stared at her back silently, his eyes as bright as stars at that moment: "Princess, the light in her life has finally arrived!"
Inside Liufang Pavilion, the wind blows and the fragrance of lotus passes through the hall. On a hot summer night, a slight cool breeze is of no help. However, at this moment, the whole inside and outside of Liufang Pavilion is forced by the coldness, making people tremble all over, and it is freezing to the bone.
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"Your Majesty, your words of love and care for Princess Rongmin Duanmuyan are false!"
The man's loud shout was like thunder on the ground, causing everyone in the area to tremble: "Come here, take down the female thief who is pretending to be a princess!"
There was an eerie silence everywhere, and everyone looked at the wide corridor outside Liufang Pavilion.
There was the sound of armor, and the bright moon shone brightly. Several figures came out of the night and rolled toward Duanmuyan like lightning. The silver moon was like a lamp. The sharp points of the guns in the hands of the guards were close at hand, and the gun heads were like red tassels stained with blood.
Duanmuyan was shrouded in a sea of guns, and the cold air penetrated his thin shirt and reached his skin.
One of them, wearing a light robe with loose straps, fluttering sleeves and fluffy sleeves, looked like a fairy. The southern Xinjiang envoys, headed by General Shi Wentian, followed closely behind them, with their fingers pointing to the scimitars at their waists, looking cold and cold.
Killing intent flows silently.
"Da Sima?!" Duanmulang suddenly raised his head, with shock hidden in his eyes.
That man is Bailiyuan, the Great Sima Bailiyuan who has been in charge of the military power of Western Chu for decades! He is the only person in the world who can compete with Lin Shoufu. Today's banquet is not only late, but also leads troops and swords to fight with Nan
The envoys from Xinjiang came in and out together.
This is conveying... what does it mean?
Everyone looked at each other in astonishment, silenced by the fierce and murderous aura and dared not speak. Only He Lianchen and the Seventh Prince of the Eastern Tang Dynasty looked calm and did not take the incident to heart.
"Your Majesty, Bailiyuan." Bailiyuan's lips tightened and he saluted. His solemn eyes swept over Duanmuyan and Lin Shoufu. His eyes showed no joy or sorrow, no disgust or joy, only indifference to the humble ants.
After a quick glance, we haven't met each other since.
"Your Majesty, please don't panic. The ministers will take care of such treason." Bailiyuan's lips moved slightly, and his voice was calm and humble.
