Stunning female slave, princess of troubled times

There was a hint of surprise in Wen Yingyun's eyes, but it was fleeting and no one noticed.Holding the rein in his hand, he swaggered out of the city gate with Arnold.

Not far from the city gate, he immediately got on his horse, and then pulled Anuo onto the horse's back.The horse neighed and fled away.

On the other hand, the Qiongfang Pavilion is really in chaos.

The girls were pulled up one by one and rushed to the street. The officers and soldiers were busy pouring oil and wine into the building.The girl holding her most valuable possessions stared wide-eyed at the actions of the officers and soldiers, and the onlookers even murmured in low voices.

"What's going on? A good brothel can be set on fire?"

"That's right, these officers and soldiers don't eat at noon and burn down the building here."

"It won't affect the house next to it!"

"This is blatant arson!"

"It is said that the boss of Qiongfang Pavilion offended the Mongols. No, Mr. Chen can only drive out the people inside and burn the building down with a torch."

"What about the girls?"

"Boss Qianhe has run away, who cares about these girls!"

During the discussion, flames shot up into the sky, and the flames swallowed the flower building of Qiongfang Pavilion in an instant like a swimming dragon.The smoke began to dissipate, and the surrounding onlookers took a few steps back consciously.

At this moment, another group of people ran over quickly.Riding on a steed alone, he was stunned for a moment looking at the burning Qiongfang Pavilion.

"The Prince of Peking is here!"

The common people had never seen this battle before, and they knelt down on the ground to salute.

Na Muhan turned over from his horse and landed on the ground, scanned the surroundings, and frowned slightly, "What's going on? Where's Mr. Chen?"

An officer and soldier who had just finished setting the fire hurriedly knelt down in front of him, "Master Chen went to the backyard to report back."

"Return?" Namuhan looked even more displeased, and burned the house in public. Whose order is this? "Lead the way, I want to see who ordered this."

The officer and soldier stood up tremblingly, only feeling that his footsteps were futile.There are princes on both sides, and they must be the only ones who will die if they get into a fight.

In the backyard of Qiongfang Pavilion, Brother Mang sat still quietly, raising his eyes and looking towards the courtyard gate.I saw a small officer and soldier walking in with Muhan, and the officer and soldier hurried away as soon as Muhan entered the courtyard.His brown eyes narrowed slightly, revealing a hint of contempt.

"Brother Busy, why is it you?" Na Muhan saw that the person sitting next to the stone table was slightly taken aback, he thought it would be an arrogant Mongol, but he didn't expect it to be his third brother.

"Na Muhan, I didn't expect this incident to alarm you." Brother Busy withdrew his gaze, staring straight at the house opposite him.

The courtyard was extremely quiet, except for the crackling sound of the flower building in front of it burning.A huge heat wave swept across the surroundings, but the yard still felt cold.

At this moment, a person came out from the open door of the room, pulling up his pants while walking. "It's your turn bro."

As soon as Muhan's face changed, it turned blue in an instant. With that movement, that expression, he didn't need to think about what kind of drama was going on in the room.Turning around, frowning, he asked unceremoniously, "Who is inside?"

"Amur..."

Na Muhan felt a blow to his heart, his figure rushed into the house like a sharp arrow, his face was as cold as frost and snow in March.When I broke into the house, I saw four men surrounding the wooden bed, which made a creaking sound as it shook and vibrated.He strode over, pulled out the scimitar from his waist, raised the knife and dropped it, a human head fell to the ground, with a smug smile on the corner of his mouth.

The peach blossoms in the courtyard are in decline, and the petals that fall when the wind blows are like rouge kisses.However, the house was already messy and blood-stained, a mess.