Sven scum routine again

When the man walked past him, Jiang Li jumped up and fell to the ground, the sharp long hairpin pierced the back of his neck, and he died.

Or the prince gave an order, even if you hear any movement in the house, don't go in and look. The guards in front of the courtyard listened to the screams coming from inside, with indifferent faces and turned a deaf ear.

Jiang Li stood up indifferently, dragged the people out of the house with his legs in his hands, and placed them in a line in the yard. These individuals didn't have any sense of unity and cooperation, so he let him destroy them one by one. I'm afraid the male protagonist directly pulled them from the street. yes.

Jiang Li opened the window, exuding the smell of blood in the room, wiped the blood on his face with a towel, calmly poured a glass of wine, it tasted good, "Chacha, who is the male lead?"

System information at nine o'clock: The male protagonist Nan Zhiyi, the sixth prince of the Southern Dynasty, also known as General Changming, fought in the battlefield at the age of 15 and was invincible, so he was given the title Yiwang.

Jiang Li sneered slightly, no wonder he was so cruel, "What about my identity?"

Cha Jiu said softly: Jiang Li, originally the son of the prime minister, was frail and sickly since he was a child, pampered and spoiled. Later, he was convicted of collaborating with the enemy and betraying the country, and his whole family was executed, but because His Royal Highness knelt outside the imperial study for three days, he begged the emperor to spare you a life . (Xingyue Society exclusive customization) alone ~ home.

But the emperor has only one condition, to marry you to King Yi who has returned from victory.

Jiang Li smiled wryly, this was a perfect trick to lure disaster to the east, intensifying the deadlock between the crown prince and King Yi, and the emperor might want to use this to punish him because of King Yi's high achievements.

Cha Jiu reminded again, "My lord host, the hostess Mu Jinghong, came in with you today. She was originally the oiran of Kyoto, and she was famous all over the world at the age of 16. You just need to make the prince feel good about her."

Jiang Li thought for a moment, this prince really did everything he could, in order to slap him in the face, he not only sent someone to humiliate him, but also married a brothel girl, but that's good, he was more relaxed.

Nan Zhiyi intentionally stayed in Mu Jinghong's room. Facing Ruhua Meijuan, he didn't even think about it, but he always thought of his tears and didn't want to marry him. Heh, there is no one who Nan Zhiyi wants. , It's ridiculous, "My lord, what are you thinking?"

"It's nothing, go to sleep," Nan Zhiyi said softly. He was really looking forward to the scene tomorrow morning. His father, as the prime minister, was ordered by the queen to deliberately delay the progress of food and grass. His tens of thousands of Chi Yijun brothers died.

Blood debts are paid in blood, father's debts are paid in blood, he must make his life worse than death, not only him, but also the prince and queen, one by one, slowly clean up.

In the early morning, it was the maid's sharp scream that broke the dawn. She opened the gate of the new princess's courtyard, but saw the corpses all over the ground, and she was too frightened to enter.

Nan Zhiyi rushed over when he heard the sound, and was startled when he saw the corpse in court. He said that the young master of the prime minister's mansion was weak and couldn't take care of himself. How could this be possible? He really killed him, or was someone secretly protecting him?

Jiang Li was dressed in white and sat in front of the mirror, as if he was struggling with his long hair, which couldn't be combed no matter what, his face was full of innocence.

He had never had such long hair before, but it was a pity that it could not be cut in ancient times. Jiang Li combed his hair helplessly, his plain white fingers did not look like he had just killed someone at all.

"Those people, you did it." Nan Zhiyi walked behind him, not because he heard that the young master of the Jiang family was weak and sick, and he didn't even blow the wind. The connotative beauty of Fenshan ink painting.