Quick Travel: Cannon fodder, she is beautiful, Lu Ziye

Long Yan was furious, and the phoenix tail candle he lit in a hurry also shook. In a short time, many palace maids and eunuchs were kneeling on their knees.

He didn't even dare to raise his head for fear of harming Chi Yu.

"The late emperor gave me the gold medal to avoid death out of brotherhood. Today, using this gold medal in exchange for An Qing's life can be regarded as fulfilling the late emperor's original intention."

Marquis Su Ting spoke in a deep, steady and solemn voice, and spoke slowly, giving people a kind of intimidation that could not be ignored.

"Uncle, are you trying to use the late emperor to suppress me?" It sounded funny, especially when I saw the silent look on the face of Marquis Suting.

Emperor Song twitched his lips coldly, turned around suddenly, looked at the eunuchs and maids kneeling together, and scolded: "Marquis Suting is not feeling well, please help him go to the side hall to rest."

This is house arrest!

Hearing the sound, the chief eunuch trembled, and immediately advised in a low voice with a bitter face: "Your Majesty, the Marquis is old, why don't you go first..."

Emperor Song's face was as dark as the bottom of a pot, and he suppressed everything the chief eunuch wanted to say with just one glance.

He staggered up and bent extremely low: "Master Hou."

Su Tinghou just sat there and drank tea leisurely, as if he had never seen Emperor Song's angry look.

The atmosphere in the hall was once stagnant to the extreme.

The panicked little eunuch staggered in from outside and knelt down with a "pop".

He kowtows and salutes: "Your Majesty, the Zhaoyuan officials have brought Princess Anqing here, and she is waiting outside the palace at the moment."

Emperor Song's eyes widened and he subconsciously blurted out two words: "How could that be?"

As if he suddenly felt something was wrong, he said with a serious face: "The Imperial Master is really getting more and more unruly now! Without my will, no one is allowed to see Anqing before the time comes."

"If anyone begs for mercy for Anqing again, they will all be held accountable by the same clan!"

Emperor Song was furious and his attitude was surprisingly weird.

During the interrogation, Su Ting Hou put down the tea cup he was playing with and let the eunuch chief give him a hand.

"Your Majesty, rest your anger."

It was said in an extremely perfunctory manner.

But he was also puzzled by the fact that Emperor Song was determined to kill Princess Anqing.

If this matter was brought up by the Imperial Preceptor, but now that the Imperial Preceptor specially sent people to fish Princess Anqing out of Zhao Prison, Emperor Song's attitude has not changed at all.

eccentric.

It's so weird.

Su Tinghou was supported by the chief eunuch. He was so absorbed in thinking that he didn't even notice that the magic formula on his face was almost ineffective.

As soon as they stepped out of the palace gate, they saw the second senior sister they had been thinking about closing her eyes, her eyebrows slightly folded, as if she was annoyed by the official beside her who couldn't stop talking.

The little eunuch who had just followed him into the palace trembled and conveyed Emperor Song's words to her.

She slowly opened her eyes, which were like a pool of clear water. She glanced at his face indifferently and turned away without saying a word.

Her steps were very slow, and the hem of her skirt did not move at all. Although she took each step lightly, it was very weighty. She couldn't explain why, but she felt a sense of intimidation and grace for no reason.

The words "Second Senior Sister" that were on his lips were suppressed by Wu Qinglan.

The face seemed to be brushed by spiritual power, and it was so fast that it was difficult for people to detect it.

What happened in the blink of an eye was so fast that Wu Qinglan's back felt uncontrollably numb.

Subconsciously touching his face, he was shocked to find that his disguise technique had been strengthened for no reason.

Before Marquis Suting moved, the eunuch chief raised his head slightly and quickly glanced at the departing figure of Princess Anqing in front of him.

He bowed his head to Marquis Suting and said, "Master Marquis, there is no need to be impatient. Your Majesty still has Princess Anqing in mind."

Wu Qinglan ignored him, regained consciousness and took the lead to move.

The hands hanging in the sleeves were held tightly.

Since Emperor Song refused to let him go, they could only find a way to rob the senior sister.

"The national teacher has arrived—"

A high-pitched voice suddenly sounded, directly cutting through the deathly silence.

The sound of slightly hasty footsteps came loudly, and the one walking in front was He Qinghan, with a hurried look on his face, and he strode past Wu Qinglan, no longer concealing his former gentleness.

Facing the chief eunuch, he sternly scolded: "Where is Princess Anqing?!"

The latter was obviously startled by He Qinghan's appearance. He trembled all over and stuttered back: "My lord, I have been escorted back to Zhao Prison by His Majesty's order."

He Qinghan's face was gloomy, and he walked away in an instant, in a hurry, not caring about the expressions of others.

The chief eunuch carefully glanced at the face of Marquis Su Ting next to him.

It was obvious that Marquis Suting looked extremely annoyed, holding back and not saying anything, and the fine lines at the corners of his eyes were densely wrinkled.

Very carefully, he breathed out.

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The time has not yet come, and many people from the capital have gathered in front of the Noon Gate.

The crowd was bustling, and the three squares in the inner city outside the Noon Gate were crowded with people, and the noises came and went.

Even in the tea house and tavern in the distance, there were many onlookers standing.

Many children were holding lotus lanterns, chasing and fighting back and forth among the crowd, and then they were hurriedly scolded by the woman and hugged her side.

When the time came, Zhao Prison officials guarded both sides of the Noon Gate with a fierce look, their swords glowing with cold light, and they kept shouting angrily at the people who were looking this way.

On that high position, the floors rise high, surrounded by jade railings, and the splendid scenery intersects with each other.

The Emperor of Song Dynasty was sitting on the dragon throne, and the bead chains in front of him jingled and made a crisp sound.

He yelled: "Anqing, can you plead guilty?"

The light at noon was extremely strong, and Bai Nuannuan just felt a little exposed. He listened to the sound and looked around, even his eyes were half-closed.

Suddenly, a shadow was cast above his head.

Under countless looks of surprise or confusion, Fu Xianzhi appeared for no apparent reason, holding an oil-paper umbrella for her in a nonchalant manner.

Such an abruptness made He Qinghan, who was hiding in the dark, react after being surprised for a moment.

That's fine, it saves him the trouble of looking for it again.

On the execution platform, the two men stood side by side, looking extremely matched.

Under an oil-paper umbrella, a man with delicate and picturesque eyebrows and a frost-colored fox fur was placed on his forearm. Just standing there made people feel that he had a graceful temperament, like a god untainted by the mortal world in the nine heavens.

The woman was surprised for a moment, then she bent her eyes, stretched out her hand towards him, and placed her slender hand on his forearm.

The voice is very clear and sweet, making people feel indescribably comfortable when they hear it: "Why are you here?"

With a "bang" sound, Meng Qingrong, who was hiding on the roof of the teahouse, couldn't help but step on a few tiles.

Feng Qingyao watched beside her and couldn't help but twitch her lower lip, forcing a forced smile: "Third senior brother, calm down!"

Meng Qingrong frowned and looked down at the hole under his feet.

It's even more annoying.

The Song Emperor was completely ignored: "..."