The hero of fast time travel is always blackening

Chapter 42 The proton always wants to imprison me 42
"Then show me what it is?" Su Yue got up, and the skirt fell down with her movements, like a blooming hibiscus, beautiful and elegant.

Lu Wan went to the cabinet and came out soon holding a box.

Su Yue took the box and opened it. Inside was a gilt machete dagger inlaid with rubies. It was luxurious and exquisite, as if it was not a murder weapon but a work of art.

He pulled out the dagger. The blade was about 15 centimeters long, sharp and glowing with cold light.

Lu Wan looked at the knife and was stunned: "Why did His Royal Highness send the princess knife?" Suddenly, Lu Wan thought of something and couldn't help but gasped: "Could it be that she wants the princess to kill..."

Su Yue's eyes lit up, this idea is okay, she can directly kill the prince and send Chu Xuan to the next position, but after thinking about the existence of the third prince, she can't grab the male supporting role.

Stretching out her slender fingers, she flicked the blade, and she always felt that Chu Xuan gave the dagger something else.

So he asked: "Chu Zhizi, what else can you say?"

Lu Wan tried hard to recall, shook her head and said: "No, His Royal Highness Zhi Zi said that the princess can use this knife to make a choice at that time."

choose?

Su Yue didn't understand, what choice did she make?

Really unable to understand the purpose of the dagger, Su Yue threw it back: "Okay, take it and keep it."

Lu Wan groaned, and put the dagger back into the cabinet.

The palace had long been filled with red lanterns, and they were all lit up as night fell. Su Yue looked at the maids and servants busy coming in and out, but as the protagonist who was about to get married, she felt sad in her heart. No fluctuations, even wanting to take a nap.

When night came, Luwan served Su Yue to make fragrant soup and let Su Yue go to bed early.

The nuns arranged by the queen had already been waiting at the palace. They prepared all the things they would wear tomorrow, and then couldn't help but gave instructions on the wedding process for tomorrow.

Having heard enough during this period, Su Yue felt a little impatient, so she asked the nuns to go to rest earlier.

"Princess, it's better to get up early and go to bed early tomorrow." Lu Wan whispered in Su Yue's ear, taking away the storybook in her hand. Su Yue was slightly startled as her hands were empty.

She turned her head and looked through the window, night had already fallen.

The moon was bright and the stars were sparse. Su Yue touched the position in her heart and suddenly felt a little uneasy, so she ordered: "Lu Wan, bring the dagger."

Lu Wan looked at Su Yue in surprise, but didn't say anything, thinking that Su Yue was reluctant to give up on His Royal Highness.

When Su Yue held the dagger, her heart felt much calmer. She always felt that something was not quite right.

……

And in the palace, the third prince stood on the city wall, looked at the closed palace gate, and stepped on the world under his feet, and suddenly felt a surging feeling in his heart.

"Yiyun, have everything been arranged?" Su Luan turned to look at the hanging red silk and satin, feeling a little angry in his heart, and raised a sneer at the corner of his mouth: "This world belongs to me, the Crown Princess, and it should also be mine." of."

Yang Yiyun's eyebrows twitched, but the hand holding the folding fan was slightly startled, and then revealed a meaningful smile.

"Third Highness, the night is cold and the dew is heavy, it is better to rest earlier."

When Su Luan heard Yang Yiyun's concern, he showed a satisfied look and said with a hint of pride: "Of course, I will be busy tomorrow. When I ascend to the throne of God, I will make you the king."

"Then thank the future Majesty."

Yang Yiyun lightly arched his hand and complimented him. Su Luan laughed out loud, reached out and patted Yang Yiyun on the shoulder, and left with his attendants.

Looking at Su Luan's back, Yang Yiyun dusted his shoulders. The humility in his eyes disappeared, leaving only ridicule.

idiot!

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