Thirteen Swords of Qin Shizhi's Desperate Beginning

"Hey-"

Han Fei sighed, shook his head with a wry smile: "I guess, the father will also come to Mrs. Mingzhu's bedroom next. As long as the father sees that the lady is injured, frightened, and disheveled."

"Han Fei's crime of cholera in the palace is also confirmed."

The trendy banshee's right hand was like jade, and the back of her white hand was placed under her delicate chin. She smiled lightly with her narrow and beautiful eyes, and looked at Han Fei with great interest, just like looking at a prey that was about to be caught.

Han Fei said helplessly: "Actually, as long as it's nighttime, if you show up at this place again, and you're bumped into by your father, Han Fei won't be able to argue with it."

The trendy banshee smiled playfully, her blue rose lips were lightly pursed, her black hair was long like a shawl, her icy muscles and bones were graceful and charming under her black gauze inner shirt, and her every move possessed a seductive charm.

"It seems that the ninth son also knows that he cannot bear the felony of the cholera court."

"Ninth Young Master, as a country's chief bandit, is in charge of the criminal code. Excuse me, what crime will you be convicted of for such an act?"

The next moment, the Chao Banshee narrowed her eyes and said coldly: "This is what will happen to you when you fight against the night."

"I've always heard that the Ninth Master is resourceful, able to predict the enemy first, and turn danger into good luck every time." The tide banshee said with a smile: "Hehe, I want to see, how do you resolve this deadlock tonight?"

Han Fei shook his head, and said with a light smile, "I have a friend. In terms of vision, Han Fei is inferior; .”

The next moment, Han Fei said to himself: "In this life, the only thing I, Han Fei, can do is the law."

"Choices of interests, people's opinions, the general trend of the world, the past and the present... Some people naturally have laws. Laws come from human nature and return to human nature."

Han Fei said lightly: "My law can judge people's hearts and understand human nature."

"How Han Fei broke the situation, Mrs. Mingzhu will know immediately."

Outside the palace, the eunuch shouted: "The king is here!"

Outside the courtyard, Han Wangan stepped forward, and the surrounding palace guards retreated to guard the four quarters of Mrs. Mingzhu's bedroom, and two maids held lamps to guide the way.

In the courtyard, separated by a courtyard.

The fashionable banshee smiled slightly with her narrow eyes, and her smile became more and more smug.

Han Fei looked calm and calm.

"Father!"

At this time, "Father King" sounded in the hearts of the three.

The tidal banshee looked shocked, and Han Fei felt relieved, while Han Wangan outside the courtyard turned around in surprise.

Han Wangan said in surprise: "Red lotus?!"

Hong Lian smiled, her light red dress swayed, her hair was like ink, her amber eyes were beautiful and moving, she put her little hands behind her back, pouted her mouth, and said with a smile: "Father."

"Honglian, why are you here?" Han Wangan asked.

Hong Lian stepped forward, hugged her father's arm, snuggled into King Han's arms, and said softly, "Father, my daughter has improved in her pen and ink recently, and she has been thinking about drawing a picture for you."

"The moonlight is perfect tonight. Father, you and all the officials are taking a rest, and you don't have to deal with government affairs. Father, let my daughter draw a picture for you."

"Uh…"

Han Wangan's face froze, he paused and said: "Honglian, I am going to Mrs. Mingzhu's place for my father. Otherwise, tomorrow will be fine. Tomorrow, my father will accompany you to paint Danqing."

As soon as he finished speaking, Han Wangan let go of Honglian's hands, turned and left.

When Honglian heard the words, she felt aggrieved immediately, lowered her eyebrows and lowered her eyes, tears welling from her eyes as bright as amber.

"Father..."

This cry of father and king made one cry, which was unbearable.

Honglian sobbed: "Father, my daughter was kidnapped by Baiyue a few days ago and imprisoned in a dark dungeon. They, they even let me keep company with poisonous snakes, woooo—"

When Han Wangan heard the words, he stopped immediately, turned around, his face was pained, and his brows were kind.

For Honglian, Han Wangan really loves Honglian in every possible way since she was a child, not only because Honglian was cute and smart since she was a child, but also because Honglian resembles his beloved Princess Han who has passed away.

In the old days, there was a pair of twin princesses in the state of Zhao, one civil and one military, who were all over the country and the city.The eldest sister is talented in literature, and the younger sister is a womanizer.At that time, the three families of Han, Zhao and Wei were in harmony, and the three families were married.

The crown prince of Wei Guo married his younger sister, and the Korean crown prince Han Wangan married his sister.

Princess Zhao Guochang is naturally the later Korean princess, the biological mother of the Korean crown prince, the fourth son Han Yu, the ninth son Han Fei, and Princess Honglian.

Princess Honglian has been very much like her biological mother since she was a child, and she is smart and cute, so she has always won the love of the old father Han Wangan.

At this moment, Han Wangan was full of guilt and love when he heard what happened to Honglian.

Honglian covered her face and wept, her voice was tearful: "At that time, my daughter was in a dark prison, surrounded by poisonous snakes. At that time, my daughter thought, if she really wanted to die, at least, at least let her see you, father, king again."

"I can see my father before I die, even if Honglian dies, I will die without regret."

Han Wang'an stepped forward and grabbed his daughter's hands, and said with kindness and kindness, "Honglian, it's my father's fault. He didn't protect you well and made you suffer."

Honglian wept and said: "But now you and I are fine, but you don't have time to accompany me, father."

Han Wangan rubbed Honglian's beautiful hair, and said with a light smile: "Honglian, as a father, I also feel that there is nothing more gratifying than finding you back after you lost it."

"Let's go, isn't Lian'er going to paint a picture for Weifu?"

Hong Lian smiled through her tears and hugged Han Wang'an's left arm. The father and daughter walked away from this courtyard.

Han Wangan asked curiously: "Honglian, how do you know that father is here?"

The girl smiled mischievously and said, "Hee hee, you have the most powerful aura in the whole palace. My daughter followed the majestic aura all the way, so she will naturally find you, father."

"Hahaha……"

The laughter of father and daughter is getting farther and farther away, and people are getting farther and farther away.

In the courtyard, the eunuch's voice came: "Qi madam, the king has something important to do suddenly, and said to come back another day."

Hearing this, Han Fei smiled and said, "Hey, it's a great pity in life, the beauty Yan Ruyu, but no one appreciates it. It's a pity, if Brother Li is here, maybe he can write a poem for his wife."

"It was a wound in vain, Madam, do you want to apply medicine quickly?"

The fashionable banshee's eyes were fixed, her beautiful face showed shame and anger, she stepped forward with a slender figure, and said coldly: "You are talking about Li Changqing?"

Without waiting for Han Fei to answer, the Chao Banshee said to herself: ""Qingping Diao" and "Jinse" set off a new style of metrical poetry, which became popular in South Korea and spread to the Central Plains for more than a month. Li Changqing is indeed a man of literary and martial arts."

"However, those who cannot be used by the night will be completely destroyed by the night."

The fashionable banshee pressed her forward step by step, and said coldly: "Ninth Young Master, you are naturally included among them."

buzzing...

The trendy banshee held her claws in both hands, wisps of blue true energy condensed in her palms, her eyes were bright and cold, and her smile was cold: "Young Master Jiu, I think it's better to keep the secrets in this house forever."

Han Fei smiled lightly.

Whoosh, whoosh... A strange wind blows, the sky is full of black air from endless places, a wave of air locks onto Mrs. Mingzhu, and in the blink of an eye, a man in black appears out of thin air, holding a long sword that shatters like a mirror .

Black clothes, long sword, mysterious, weird, powerful.

choke!
The blade of the sword whined softly, and the sharp point of the sword had reached the throat of the tide banshee at some point, and a fit figure was three feet off the ground, holding the long sword against the scale.

The tidal banshee looked horrified and didn't dare to move at all.

Such a fast sword, such a strange person, this is the breath of death.

Han Fei pushed open the door and walked away: "Madam, please stay."