Thousand Faces Lock Royal Heart

The night is very deep, the night is very quiet, the night is deep but people are not quiet.

In the imperial study room, which was supposed to be the quietest, the chief eunuch Xianggui was running around in a hurry like ants on a hot pot.

"I said, Lord Shi, don't embarrass me anymore. I really don't know where the emperor is at the moment. It's almost time for the morning court. I'm in a hurry than you. I don't know how to face the court." Please don't press me any more." Xianggui shouted anxiously in a high-pitched voice, his head was already battered.

"Where is the emperor going, don't you, the personal chief executive, know? It is not a trivial matter that the emperor does not go to court early for no reason. If it is reported that the emperor left the palace privately, it will be of no benefit to you or me." Shi Dai Yan refused to forgive , Righteous words.

"Oh, my good lord, just let me go, and please think of a way for me. If the emperor really doesn't come back, what will I do?" Xianggui begged again and again. Bowing.

"You really don't know?" Shi Daiyan was dubious.

"When is this, if I have any clues, I will continue to talk to you again. I have sent someone to look for it. I can't wait to go out and look for it myself." Xianggui stomped his feet anxiously.

"Well, that's true." Shi Daiyan nodded this time, as if he finally believed his words.

Yuxuan Pavilion was singing and dancing, and everyone was immersed in this moment of intoxication, except for the two people in the main wing.

Through a door panel, one can still vaguely hear the sound of sword dancing in the wing room, sometimes slow and sometimes urgent...

Zhan Linglong's soft sword turned and hit Shuozhen's chest directly, unable to dodge in time, Shuozhen's left arm sleeve was wiped with a slit by the cold sharp sword.

Not reconciled, Zhan Linglong brandished a soft sword, shining with silver light, and fiercely attacked Shuozhen again, and the cloth on his right shoulder was also cut open, and the speed was fast.

"Brother Ling, wait, speak clearly." Shuozhen jumped up and down, dodging his cold sword edge, picked up any ornaments he could grab, and threw them over as a counterattack for self-protection.

Chopsticks, cups and plates, potted plants... were all blown away by Zhan Linglong's soft sword. The flowers in the potted plants had their branches and leaves cut off miserably, just like a person whose hair has been cut off, leaving him bald.

The last thing that was thrown over was the lighting candlestick in the room. The flame jumped higher and higher in the wind, but failed to escape the attack of the soft sword. It was instantly extinguished in the moonlight, leaving a room of darkness, only a wisp of the cold moon. The light projected in the house is strange and murderous.

The two quickly adapted in the dark, and Shuozhen panted slightly for the final argument, "If you have something to say, you should let me know when you die."

"I have nothing to say to a person like you!" Zhan Linglong's expression was solemn, his eyes were full of murderous intent, and under the sky, he stabbed at Shuozhen faster, more ferociously, and more viciously than before. With aura, knowing the owner's mind, and with the belief that he must hit, the light flashed and pierced straight into the fiery, beating heart of the other party.

Shuozhen stood stiffly, holding the head of the sword with his right hand, the soft sword was slightly bent, his expression was painful, his bright black eyes shone faintly in the moonlight, crystal clear and penetrating, staring intently at the people gradually falling from the sky .

"Why...do you have to kill me?" Drops of blood fell to the floor, and Shuo Zhen's face gradually turned pale, but he remained calm, still obsessed with the question just now, and wanted an answer.

"Because you deserve to be killed!" Zhan Linglong said coldly, approaching him a little bit, standing still one meter away from him, with his eyes wide open, witnessing the pain of the person in front of him, without any shame, as if he had nothing to do with Shuozhen He has a deep hatred that cannot be shared, and has been waiting for this moment to assassinate the other party for a long time.

"Could it be... don't I even have the right to know the answer?... Cough cough..." Shuozhen couldn't help coughing twice, looking at Zhan Linglong helplessly, his gradually weakened eyes were blank and aggrieved, he staggered paced towards him.

Zhan Linglong shook the sword in his hand, and stabbed deeper again. He was satisfied to hear Shuozhen take a painful breath, and more bright red flowed down.

"It's okay to tell you..." Zhan Linglong snorted coldly, with a wicked smile on the corner of his mouth, "Because you are... ah!" In his arms, the hand holding the sword was held in Shuozhen's bleeding palm at the moment, and the sticky, warm, and wet touch on the back of his hand made him feel sick.

Shuozhen's warm chest was pressed against Zhan Linglong's back, his hot breath poured into his ear, his left arm was across his chest, he locked his whole body tightly in his arms, without any The gap is extremely intimate.

Zhan Linglong could even feel the powerful heartbeat behind him, beating steadily, regularly, and up and down.

The strange reversal of the situation caused Zhan Linglong's blood to surge up, the boiling blood rushed straight to his forehead, his face was as red as a pig's liver, the feeling of being cheated was far inferior to the humiliating feeling of being hugged by a man at this moment Come violently.

"Let go of me! You bastard, I should stab you to death with a sword." Zhan Linglong struggled to break free, but his body was tightly bound by the opponent, and he couldn't escape at all. In the end, he had to kick his feet randomly, Struggling almost crazily.

"You've already done that, but it just failed." Shuozhen said calmly, with a faint smile in his voice.

"Bastard!" Zhan Linglong cursed, grasping the sword, the hands of the two people who were clasped together suddenly lifted up, turned around and stabbed in his direction, he would rather perish with him than let the bastard in front of him go .

Shuozhen was not surprised, with his arms strong, the two of them held the bright soft sword and drew a perfect arc above them. In the darkness, it was like a shooting star across the sky, dazzling and beautiful.It felt less like a contest and more like a dance.

"You are shameless and despicable..." Zhan Linglong wanted to step on the feet of the people behind him, but he stomped his own feet several times, and he failed to attack once. Instead, Shuozhen held him His hand hit his chattering mouth directly.

"Hmm—" His mouth was hit against his teeth, and he became numb with pain. Salty blood spread in his mouth, and the fishy smell made him unbearable.

Zhan Linglong was not reconciled, and was doing the final Jedi counterattack. Once, even if only once, he would try his best to put the opponent to death. He slammed his head back, hoping to attack the opponent, but he was also defeated by Shuo. Zhen easily dodged away.