Canglan Empress

Chapter 373
The arrogant and conceited Ninth Prince of the Northern Qi Dynasty, Rong Jin, who was handsome and glamorous, was swept out of the room by a strong palm force, his body was directly knocked into the air, and he smashed hard on the stone table in the courtyard.

With the sound of the stone table shattering and bones breaking, the whole world seemed to be quiet.

Xuanyin silently looked at the pale-faced man who fell into the mess, slowly turned his head, looked at the direction of the door where the door panel fell, and frowned slowly.

Yaohua... Isn't this a little too ruthless?
Wen Jinyan's expression was still peaceful and quiet, as if the scene in front of him had nothing to do with him, but it seemed to be in his expectation.

The blood from the corner of his mouth kept overflowing, Rong Jin's face was so white that there was no trace of blood, and the ubiquitous pain made him barely have the strength to even move, but he still struggled with his last breath, and slowly struggled to crawl up. stand up.

An arm was put on his shoulder, "Prince Rong, are you okay?"

Rong Jin raised his eyes, glanced at the handsome man in front of him without emotion, frowned, but still said the same sentence: "...I can't die."

It's just that this time his voice was hoarse, and he could clearly hear a bit of depression and forbearance.

"Both shoulder and leg bones are injured." Wen Jinyan reminded lightly, "Prince Rong had better not move around."

Rong Jin didn't speak, but the moment he stood up with Wen Jinyan's help, the twitching corners of his eyebrows showed that he was not feeling well at the moment.

Of course it won't feel good.

The hard stone table was smashed into ruins. It can be seen how powerful Yaohua's palm is. Rong Jin can barely stand up now, all thanks to his own deep internal strength, otherwise it would not be as simple as hurting a bone, but Immediately died.

"Jimo Yaohua... is just a devil." He gritted his teeth, with a look of deep frustration on his face, "This king has blind eyes, and mistook a tiger for a sick cat..."

Wen Jinyan: "..."

The corner of Xuanyin's mouth twitched, mistook the tiger for a sick cat?
Maybe he mistook the tiger for a harmless kitten?
Well, now the bitter fruit is tasted.

Deserve it.

"Those who are self-righteous should pay the price of self-righteousness."

Yaohua, dressed in a moon-white brocade robe, stood on the porch in front of the house, looking at Rong Jin's distress with cold eyes, as if condensing all the brilliance in the world.

Noble and noble, like a banished immortal left alone in the world.

It's just that the eyes he looked at Rong Jin were so cold that there was no warmth: "My Highness has already told you that if you dare to trespass into my Highness's house again without your consent, you will not be so lucky. You have bad ears So, or is it deliberately trying to challenge His Highness' methods?"

"Jimo Yaohua." After every word, Rong Jin's pale face also showed coldness and ruthlessness, "This king underestimated you, so you deserve to pay some price. But..."

Enduring the severe pain all over his body, Rong Jin took a deep breath, and then slowly said: "Jimo Yaohua, this king—"

"My lord?" The corners of Yaohua's mouth raised slightly, but it was in a mocking arc, "Rong Jin, you should call yourself a slave."

The corner of Xuanyin's mouth twitched.

The veins on Rong Jin's forehead twitched a few times, staring at Yao Hua.

"It's you who said you are willing to bet." Jimo Yaohua said in a light tone, "His Royal Highness has nothing to do, so I can just have fun with you. Rong Jin, starting from today, you can use a hundred methods to challenge me. Your Highness, as long as you can win once, His Highness will let you leave Dayong unconditionally."

(End of this chapter)