stocking the prince to death

Chapter 111 The Thunder Before the Meeting 3
Mo Qimian did not change his expression, but the cold light in his eyes became more intense.

In recent years, Changqing, a flower picker, appeared. When she heard the name Zhang Changqing, she was a little skeptical.

After the incident with Xu Zeling last time, her doubts dissipated a lot. No matter how incompetent Changqing was, she would not be in the state of a playboy like Zhang Changqing.

Moreover, Zhang Changqing is the legitimate son of Shangshu of the Ministry of War, and there are many beauties for him to choose, so there is no need for him to be a flower-picking thief.

But Zhang Changqing's reaction just now clearly told her one thing, Zhang Changqing is Changqing.

She was stunningly beautiful and stern, and Changhong drew a beautiful arc in the air.

"Whoo-"

The two swords overlapped together, making a piercing sound.

The corners of Zhang Changqing's mouth raised, but the next moment, his expression changed.

His soft sword held on for a moment after being hit by Mo Qi, and then broke into two pieces with a "click".

Mo Qi took advantage of the victory to pursue her, and her black night clothes made her figure more and more ghostly. When her eyes sank, Changhong stabbed directly at Zhang Changqing's abdomen.

Mo Qi's speed was extremely fast, Zhang Changqing looked straight, he couldn't dodge this blow, so he turned around, avoiding the vital point, but met another part of his body.

"laugh--"

The sound of a sharp sword entering his body came, and the tails of Mo Qi's eyes lit up with smoke, drunk and intoxicating.

She pulled Changhong back suddenly, a bloodstain streaked across, Zhang Changqing spat out a mouthful of blood, and then fell to the ground.

Mo Qi stepped forward, stepped on Zhang Changqing's wound, and said in a calm and helpless tone, "I don't want to kill you, but who asked you to do it yourself?"

If he hadn't revealed his identity, she might not have killed him.

After all, she is a good person.

But now that Zhang Changqing is known to be the flower picker Changqing, it's better for such a villain not to stay in the world.

After the words fell, she didn't care about Zhang Changqing's pale face, Changhong in her hand moaned lowly, raised her hand, and dropped her sword!

"Crack! Changhong was suddenly smashed open by a force.

A trail of residual blood dripped at her feet.

Mo Qi lowered his brows and eyes, a bloody light flashed from the palm of his hand, tick tick tick tick, blood flowed continuously.

The atmosphere was suddenly quiet, and it took a long time before Mo Qi raised her head, with a cold smile on her lips.

There was a clear coldness in the eyes, and the leisurely gaze was slightly drunk, "Are you meddling too much, Your Excellency?"

"You openly kill people in public, blame me?"

Yun Cheng smiled and shrugged his shoulders, his long and narrow fox eyes flashed, "What? Could it be that this king is wrong?"

"Damn him!"

Mo Qi's tone was light, "The Zun'en meeting is coming soon. If you don't go back to find your Southern Xinjiang convoy, what are you doing in the capital? Meddle in other things and don't meddle with me."

She knew that Yuncheng had recognized her, so she simply didn't explain.

Anyway, the grievances between myself and Yuncheng are not a day or two.

Ever since she was plotted against when they met for the first time last time, Yuncheng has been on the opposite side of her.

And then he let Zhang Changqing go, which touched her bottom line again.

Now... Mo Qi snorted, does Yun Cheng just like to fight against her?
Did she act so silly and sweet in normal times that these people forgot her identity?
"It's not too late for me to look for it when the convoy arrives in the capital," Yun Cheng stood in front of Zhang Changqing, "and him, I'm sure!"

　I like the regent's big buckle 1
　　I like Yan'er's button 2
　　Like son Qinghan's button 3
　　Let me see who is your favorite~~~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)