The return of the fierce wife mistakenly provokes the regent

Chapter 722 Hematemesis
The sound of soul killing roared, and when he was about to fall to the top, he suddenly came back to his senses, drew out his soft sword, and supported the ground to slow down the speed of his fall.

The soft sword slashed across the ground, rubbing off sparks.

Minghua landed, propped up the sword, and knelt on the ground on one knee.

Soul Killer rode his horse to the front, and when he saw this, he quickly stopped his horse and quickly jumped off the horse.

"master?"

"vomit--"

A mouthful of blood suddenly spewed out from Minghua's mouth.

Hunsha turned pale with shock, just about to help Minghua up, he stood up by himself, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and said softly: "I'm fine."

"But you..."

Minghua caressed the position of his heart, which was as uncomfortable as a needle prick just now, he frowned and said: "I always feel that something happened to Yue'er..." Thinking of this, his body couldn't help shaking.

Soul Kill quickly supported him.

"Master, you are injured, why don't you find a place where you can rest for a while before you go on your way?"

"No, we have to hurry back now." Minghua pushed him away, but the afterimage had turned back and was standing right in front of him.

He got on the horse immediately, pulled the rein, and said in a deep voice, "Go back as soon as possible!"

His heart was heavy, and he always had a bad premonition. I hope Yue'er is all right!
"Yes." Soul Kill suppressed the worries in his heart, and quickly got on the horse.

"drive--"

Two riders, one in front and one behind, drove out quickly.

Night came quickly.

Zhaohua Palace was heavily guarded inside and outside.

Because of Shangyue's poisoning incident, everyone either stayed inside the hall or outside the hall, praying silently involuntarily, hoping for a miracle to happen.

The whole palace was shrouded in a dull and sad atmosphere.

In the side hall next to the sleeping hall, the two children were tired from crying during the day, and were finally coaxed to sleep by two nannies.

At this time, the two siblings were lying in a special cradle, fast asleep.

Suddenly, a blue smoke floated in from the slightly open window.

The two nurses fell down without a sound.

The window opened without wind, and a black shadow floated in like a ghost.

In the blink of an eye, I arrived at the cradle, leaned over to look at the two sleeping children in the cradle, and suddenly made a "quack quack", an unpleasant sound like a ghost crying.

"What a beautiful child, she really deserves to be the child of that bastard Situ Shangyue!"

In the sleeping hall, Si Heng and Yan Yan were guarding Shangyue, so Chongyan withdrew, feeling uncomfortable, and walked to the side hall.

He was afraid that the nanny would not take good care of him, so he wanted to come in and have a look.

However, just as he opened the door, he saw a ghostly figure standing beside the cradle, while the two nurses had fallen to the ground at some unknown time.

And that ghostly black shadow was reaching out to catch the child in the cradle.

Chongyan's shock was no small matter, the saber in his hand pulled out with a "choke", and sneered, "Who are you?"

The one who came was the ghost.

He was about to pick up the child, when a loud shout came from behind him unexpectedly, and he couldn't help but pause.

It was during this pause that behind him, Chongyan's sword had already stabbed fiercely at him.

Meihun sneered, waved the empty sleeve on the left, and deflected Chongyan's attack, quickly picked up one of the children with his right hand, and rushed out from the open window.

"Come here, catch the assassin—" Chongyan's voice resounded in the Zhaohua Palace at night.

The imperial guards rushed in one after another and surrounded the side hall.

(End of this chapter)