[Quick Wear] Manual for Saving the Miserable Male Match

The woman moved her eyes to the face of the owner of the fan. It was an extremely handsome and gentle face like jade, with a smile on her lips. Holding the fan made her look even more gentle, like an elegant and noble person. The son of aristocratic family.

Before the woman came, she got to know all the officials and their families of Wu State, including this rising star in the officialdom who was the third Yuan Dynasty and was very popular with Emperor Yan.

The woman pursed her lips and looked around quickly. The man whose wrist was cut was wailing and disappeared. The others ran out pushing and shouting. No one wanted to stay here for one more second.

The woman who was accompanying the guests in the building was so frightened that she screamed, and the manager of Yixiang Building came out to take charge of order.

The girl with red sleeves was wearing a gauze dress and stood helplessly on the stage. Some brave people covered her face and wanted to take advantage of the chaos and kidnap her away.

Yixianglou has been able to operate in the capital for so many years and still firmly sits at the top of the industry, which naturally has strength behind it.

In the blink of an eye, two big men appeared from nowhere, firmly protecting Madam Hu in Red Sleeves behind her, and confronting the masked man.

Lady Hu in Red Sleeves earns one hundred thousand taels of silver! The madam hid in the corner and ordered people to quickly pick up the red-sleeved girl. This was the treasure of their Yixiang Tower, which would attract wealth.

After all, except for the third prince, no one was willing to spend one hundred thousand taels to buy a woman's comb, the madam thought in her mind.

The woman was extremely fast. The knife in her hand quickly stabbed Song Cian's neck. She exerted force on her feet and turned her lower body over.

Song Cian tilted her head and used the fan in her hand to block it.

It can only be said that the inferior fans in Yixianglou are inferior fans. The woman's knife scratched it, like cutting paper, and the upper part of the fan broke and fell to the ground. Song Ci'an only held a wooden one in his hand. Bundle.

The third prince looked panicked, but his face didn't show it, but his eyes looked gloomily at Song Cian and the Wu girl who were fighting.

This time, these people should only be here to capture people from the Wu Kingdom. Yes, they are only here to capture the Wu Kingdom people who are hiding in the capital. I have no idea about this.

As for why this woman left her private room, she must have disguised herself and sneaked into Yixiang Tower, intending to assassinate her. But before he succeeded, he was discovered.

Yes, this is a perfect statement.

The third prince was almost defeated by his own words, but his heart was still pounding and he was extremely panicked.

There are still letters in the house that have not been destroyed.

The third prince was almost unsteady on his feet. He really wanted to go back and destroy all the suspicious things now.

But no, he can't leave. If he leaves now, it will undoubtedly add suspicion to himself.

Song Cian threw away the fan handle in his hand, stretched out his foot and hooked the table next to him. Song Ci'an exerted another force, and the objects on the table flew up, including the dinner plate, fruit, and the fruit knife. Not sharp enough, but enough to deal with the person in front of you.

Song Cian took the fruit knife flying in the air and knocked down the knife swung by the woman. The other hand squeezed the woman's shoulder hard, and you could hear the bones crunching. The fruit knife in his hand was pointed directly at the woman's face.

The woman exerted force on her feet and headed towards Song Cian's life gate. At the same time, she exerted force on her shoulders. Although she came out of Song Cian's hand, there was an unusually clear "click" sound all over her body.

The woman was leaning against the wall, with cold sweat on her forehead. Her face was a little pale, but she still had no expression on her face, and she quickly reattached her dislocated shoulder.

Having no knife in your hand is a very bad thing.

The woman took a very vague glance at Yan Zhen's position, then used the strength of her feet to rise into the air, aiming at the prince Yan Zhen who was sitting beside the bed.

She is not as stupid as the third prince. Since the time and place of the two secret conversations are known to others, it proves that there is a 90% chance that their conspiracy has been exposed.

Almost everyone outside was surrounded. If she wanted to escape, she needed someone with a very noble identity, so noble that the other party had to give up arresting her in order to save that person.

It would be fine to capture the third prince as a hostage, but that is not the optimal solution.

Almost at the moment of the fight, the entire building was surrounded by soldiers led by Shi Yu. The door of Yixiang Building was opened wide, and Shi Yu walked into the lobby wearing light armor.

Song Ci'an immediately stood up and stopped the woman who wanted to attack Yan Chuanchuan.

Without the weapon at hand, the woman's fighting ability was greatly reduced. Song Cian pressed his finger on an acupuncture point on the woman's neck. The woman immediately lost strength and pressed the fruit knife against her snow-white slender neck.

As soon as the woman's mouth moved, Song Cian knew exactly what she wanted to do. The hand pressing on the acupuncture point immediately pinched the woman's face, forcing her mouth to open into an O shape.

The person who followed Shi Yu in was very eye-catching. He found a piece of cloth from somewhere, a large and solid bundle, and stuffed it into the woman's mouth.

Then he quickly called for people to come forward and tie up the woman. The strongest rope available.

Killers like women, especially those with masters, would hide small particles of poison in their mouths. Once something fails, he will immediately bite the poison and commit suicide.

But it was a pity that the woman was facing Song Ci'an, and her wish to die could not be realized.

"Ci'an's kung fu is really good." Yan Ju stood up from her seat and said with a smile. But as soon as he stood up, the pain in his waist became more obvious, and he could barely maintain the smile on his face.

"Thank you, Your Highness, Prince." Song Ci'an held his hand.

"Meet His Highness the Crown Prince and His Highness the Third Prince." Shi Yu bowed and saluted.

At this moment, the third prince watched the woman being arrested, thinking about the envelope that had not been destroyed in the palace, and fearing whether the woman would tell all this, and he felt extremely anxious and gloomy.

It is not a small crime to mutilate a sibling with the intention of forcing a wife to have an uterus.

"General Shi, please forgive me." The prince managed to maintain a decent smile on his face.

Most of the guests in Yixiang Building have left. The whole building is deserted, except for some young men from aristocratic families and high-ranking officials who have no time to leave.

The madam had the courage to say, "Your Highness, the third prince, the red-sleeved girl has been ordered to stay and be prepared by the common people. This money... look at it..."

This money should have been paid off when the photo was taken, but what happened just now...

The Third Prince's gloomy eyes were staring at the Madam, as if he was being stared at by a snake hiding in the dark and spitting out scarlet snakebites. The Madam shuddered all over and hurriedly lowered his head. His body was trembling slightly and he did not dare to speak anymore. .

As soon as the madam said these words, everyone's eyes were focused on the third prince, some with curiosity and inquiring.

"Third brother, don't you have enough money?" Yan Xi said with a smile, "If you don't have enough money, tell the emperor brother, and the emperor brother can lend it to you first." His tone was gentle, and in the eyes of others, he was a good emperor brother who cared about his younger brother. But what the third prince saw was blatant ridicule.