Miss Fortune: Is the regent ready for today?

Chapter 380: Knotting the Arrow Rest
Wan Luoxin rolled his eyes and held a breath in his heart. Chi Linjing's behavior greatly challenged his tolerance limit. Even if Qingpao has the power to regent the Southern Xia Royal Court, he is not an emperor after all!
And Ming Zhidu, who is wearing a green robe in front of him, who is showing this look of calmly watching a show?

When did he, the majestic Emperor of Northern Liao, have to be constrained by these two foreign princes?

But he couldn't turn away now, so he took deep breaths repeatedly, lowered his eyes when he suddenly remembered something, and asked: "Before Prince Yuanjin came to Bei Liao, I seemed to have asked you something?"

Ming Zhidu, who was drinking tea, paused for a moment. He thought of Wen Ting'er's face, and suddenly lost the mood to explain in detail, so he prevaricates: "The Daliang Palace is really tightly sealed, and the Royal Forest Army is guarding the Marrying Luan Hall. It's hard for me to take action." , and I am in a hurry, so I can live up to your majesty’s trust. Let’s leave it at that, and I will help the new emperor to bring the beauty back.”

The last half of Ming Zhidu's sentence was very deep, and there was a bit of ridicule in his rising tone.

Wan Luoxin didn't hear it, he nodded slightly and sat back down, "I still have something unclear."

"Your Majesty, just say it directly." Ming Zhidu raised his glass to him, as if he was replacing wine with tea, and there was a smile on his face.

"As rumored, Chi Linjing's martial arts is really strong. If he really enters the capital, wouldn't it be a big trouble?" Wan Luoxin turned to stare at Ming Zhidu, "That wonderful trick that kills three birds with one stone that King Yuanjin said , how to make the first move?”

The sky was getting darker day by day outside, and not long after the snow stopped, it started falling again, as if someone had dropped huge grains of salt from the clouds.

Ming Zhidu's eyes wandered far away, "The first move is now the best time to make a move. Please ask Your Majesty the New Emperor to send someone to put that interesting girl on your arrow rest."

The horse galloped through the capital city gate, and Chi Linjing almost fought his way into the palace. The long bamboo sword blade in his hand was stained with blood, outlining the strange and gorgeous lines on the sword body, and red beads dripped on the snowy ground. He waved away the eight black armored soldiers guarding outside the arrow platform...

The moment he stepped into the gate of Jantai Pavilion, the noon clock on the top of Beiliao Palace was also rung by the sentry.

A loud "thunk" sound passed from his left ear to his right ear. He frowned subconsciously. The horse under him was frightened and raised its hooves to run in the opposite direction. He found the right moment to release the reins, used his strength to fly off the horse, and stood firm again. , but the scene he saw made his heart tremble.

The North Liao Archery Platform, as its name suggests, looks like a place where emperors practiced archery. But here is the execution platform set up in the outer palace to punish important criminals after Wan Luoxin ascended the throne. The arrow stand faces south. To the north is a pavilion about two or three meters high. Like the top of a city wall, an outer platform for people to stand is arched out, filled with various bows and crossbows. Directly south of the outer platform, there are five arrow targets that are as high as the attic, each connected by a tall wooden ladder.

Different from ordinary arrow targets, these five arrow targets do not have a bullseye pattern. They only have a wooden frame in the center. They are very similar to the one that bound Yin Luo in the secret prison. They are hung with iron chains and ropes. Look, you can still see large black and purple traces remaining on the wooden frame, like human blood that has been solidified for a long time.

At this moment, the girl in red was hung on the arrow target in the middle. The evil Wan Luoxin did something wrong and only tied her waist with a rope, wrapped it loosely around the wooden frame, and hooked it up to the top of the wooden frame. He picked up her hands and tied her upright in a straight line, but her legs and feet were hanging in the air, unable to step on any points of strength.

The wind roared high up, and the falling snow was like a fine knife.

Yin Luo was sober because of fear. She could feel that she was being hung, but the rope tied around her body was not as tight as the bundle in the dungeon. As long as she moved a little, the whole wooden frame would sway, and there would be creaking sounds. Amidst the sound of the wind, she swallowed.

The neighing of horses could be heard from the audience. She leaned close to the wooden frame and squinted down, but she vaguely caught a glimpse of a familiar aqua color.

The thought was driven out of her mind as soon as it appeared. She forced her lips to twitch and thought to herself: Is she really going to die? How could such an outrageous hallucination occur? Why is Chi Linjing here? Now, he should still be helping the little emperor handle government affairs in Nanxia, ​​right? But it would be better if he didn't come. She is now covered in filth, with a strong smell of blood. Several wounds have not been treated and have stinky rotten flesh. She is in such a mess. If she sees him, she will probably die. To be ridiculed by him so much that I want to find a crack in the ground to crawl in...

She lowered her eyes slowly, and a doubt suddenly popped up in her heart. She asked herself, did she miss him? Do you miss Chi Linjing?

Unspeakable emotions eroded her thoughts, and before she could find an answer, tears fell down and crossed her face, which was surprisingly cold.

Yin Luo sniffed and gradually stretched her body. She no longer clung rigidly to the wooden frame, but relaxed.

On the loft platform opposite, there were two people standing, both of them standing with their hands behind their hands. Ming Zhidu, who was wearing a green python-patterned robe, frowned slightly, as if he felt sorry for Yin Luo's experience, but there was nothing in his eyes, and his eyes were slightly Empty, and like being in a trance.

Wan Luoxin, who was wearing a bright yellow nine-clawed dragon robe, was smiling, as if he was admiring this masterpiece. He looked at the girl in red being helplessly hung on a towering target, her curled up legs exposing her. She was so nervous that she leaned back against the wooden frame. This instinctive movement exposed her desire to survive. Even though she looked like she wanted to kill or cut into pieces as you pleased, in fact she was still afraid of death!
This definition made Wan Luoxin's smile deepen. He liked to punish those who spoke harshly.

The young emperor grasped the poplar long bow in his hand, but did not take the arrow because he was worried about the green robe standing quietly under the stage.

Wan Luoxin's eyes moved down, and he naturally looked at Chi Linjing. He had encountered such an urgent scene. Qingpao remained calm. After he stood firm, he did not move again, nor did he panic and shout like ordinary people. Yelling, he was like a jade tree with lush branches and green leaves, forming a barrier. The wind and snow in the sky avoided him and did not dare to touch him.

Chi Linjing slowly raised his head. His hand holding the sword could no longer hold it tight, as if he wanted to crush the bamboo sword handle.

He forced himself not to reveal his feelings, but when he looked into Wan Luoxin's probing eyes, he could not contain the murderous intent that surged in his beautiful eyes like a stormy sea.

More than ten meters away, Wan Luoxin still felt strong pressure.

The long bamboo sword spontaneously generated sword energy, and thousands of pink flowers were not afraid of the flying snow. They bloomed in the mid-air, condensed into a shining sword, turned around, and flew straight towards Wan Luoxin!
But Ming Zhidu and Yin Luo could not see this sword.

The tip of the sword turned into zhenqi stopped at the tip of the young emperor's nose, leaving only a millimeter.

Wan Luoxin held his breath and subconsciously raised the bow in his hand, trying to defend himself. However, before he could move again, the next second, the sword suddenly moved forward and passed through his head.

Is it the wind?
Only the wind!
Fortunately, fortunately, it was the wind...

Wan Luo breathed out a long breath as if he had just spent the rest of his life. This sound attracted Ming Zhidu to look at him.

"Your Majesty the new emperor, don't you say hello to him? This is your palace. If you don't speak first, I would be embarrassed to reminisce with him." Ming Zhidu said this to Wan Luoxin, but he His eyes turned to Chi Linjing's direction.

Wan Luoxin hadn't recovered from the sword of zhenqi just now. For some reason, he subconsciously felt that this sword had been prepared when Chi Linjing split the mountain into Liao.

Even though this fearless man in green robe was standing in his palace and being looked down upon by him, his posture was still as dignified as that of a peerless master...

It's really annoying!
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