Agent Evil Concubine

Chapter 413 Conspiracy Embroidery
However, when the lid of the brocade box was opened, Ye Yifeng's body couldn't control his stiffness, and the corners of his mouth immediately twitched violently.

The brocade box that Shangguan Ningyue opened was not what he had fancied in his mind, some weapons that could kill him, turned out to be...it was...

A pure white silk handkerchief, a bundle of purple silk threads with embroidery needles, a bundle of yellow silk threads with embroidery needles, and a bundle of black hemp threads with embroidery needles. What is this Shangguan Ningyue going to do?

Just as Ye Yifeng twitched at the corner of his mouth and muttered doubts in his heart, Shangguan Ningyue, whose lips were curved like cherry red lips, overflowed with a smile as soft as a spring breeze playing with a clear spring.

"The jasmine tea boiled by the flames can be tasted in a while. If Prince Cangyue is bored, you might as well get up and stretch your arms, kick your legs, and do exercises that are good for your physical and mental health. Of course, if Prince Cangyue If you feel that stretching your arms and legs in front of us will damage your demeanor, you can also borrow an embroidery needle from me and embroider flowers and birds on the hem of your clothes for fun."

After finishing speaking, she held up the pure white Shengxue silk handkerchief with her left palm, and picked up the embroidery needle connected with yellow silk thread with her right finger. Shangguan Ningyue, who lowered her head slightly, embroidered patterns on the silk handkerchief lazily.

Xuanyuanyan's sound of boiling jasmine tea was obviously a pure sound of nature, and it fell into Ye Yifeng's ears, but it was like a magic song from the depths of hell.

Shangguan Ningyue's orchid fingers curled up in the wind, dancing like a sweet dream, but falling into Ye Yifeng's eyes, it was like a bloody nightmare.

"Oh my god! These two people...could they be really pure, sincerely invite him to drink tea?"

is it possible?impossible!
It is possible for the sky to fall, it is absolutely impossible for these two people, they simply invite him to drink tea.Since it's impossible, how do these two people want to deal with him?

Ye Yifeng really had an urge, an urge to yell at Shangguan Ningyue and Xuanyuan Yan: Don't torture people by acting, hurry up and attack me!

But Ye Yifeng knew very well that when confronting a strong enemy, momentum is very important.

Therefore, he must not shout loudly, once he yells, he will lose his momentum completely, and he must face it calmly, so as to deal with the ever-changing situation of the enemy unchanged.

Therefore, Ye Yifeng, who was sitting stiffly in the chair, just stared at Shangguan Ningyue, who was lightly pulling the yellow silk thread with her deft hands, and soon embroidered a round of vivid golden sun on the pure white Shengxue silk handkerchief.

At the same time, outside Juxian Tea House, hundreds of masked men in black clothes quietly appeared under the lush camphor trees.

With a light tiptoe, hundreds of masked men in black all leaped into the air, using the dense green leaves as a clever cover, and their bodies crouched among the extremely thick camphor tree trunks.

Immediately, the gazes of hundreds of masked men in black pierced through the wooden windows on the third floor, firmly locking Xuanyuanyan who was making tea, and Shangguan Ningyue who was hanging his head and embroidering.

It turned out that Ye Yifeng had opened the wooden windows of the private room completely just to make it easier for the hundreds of masked men in black to clearly see every move in the private room.

Because the hundreds of masked men in black who suddenly appeared were the most outstanding group of dead soldiers under Ye Yifeng's men.

Of this group of masked black-clothed dead men, fifty of them held a sharp machete in their right hands.

Taking a closer look, the blade's color is not normal, but a dark green with a faint light.Obviously, the sharp machetes held by the fifty black-clothed dead soldiers were smeared with deadly poison.

The other fifty black-clothed dead soldiers held a bow and arrow in their right hands.The color of the arrow is also not a normal color, it is a kind of color that shimmers red.

Obviously, these arrows have also undergone special treatment. Before the arrows are detached from the bowstring, the wonderful mechanism on the arrows is activated, and the red arrows will split apart in an instant, and a burst of fire will be ejected from the inside.

At this time, the black-clothed dead soldier, whose body was hidden in the thick green leaves, was aiming the sharp knife tip and the red arrow at the bodies of Shangguan Ningyue and Xuanyuanyan.

As long as Xuanyuanyan, who was making jasmine tea, and Shangguan Ningyue, who was hanging his head and embroidering, showed signs of attacking Ye Yifeng, the special weapons in the hands of the black-clothed dead soldiers would be deployed in unison in an instant.

A gust of soft wind, wrapped in light fragrance, blew towards the camphor tree where the black-clothed dead soldiers were hiding.

The camphor tree where the dead men in black are hiding is about 20 meters away from the Juxian Tea House with white walls and blue tiles, and there is a sea of ​​colorful flowers in between.

The sea of ​​colorful flowers is full of strong floral fragrance.

Therefore, all the dead soldiers in black didn't notice any difference in the light fragrance that came with the wind. Their eyes were still gloomy, locked on the bodies of Shangguan Ningyue and Xuanyuanyan.

The soft wind wrapped in light fragrance passed through the dense camphor leaves, and brushed between the clothes and veils of the dead soldiers in black, suddenly——

All the dead soldiers in black felt powerless and numb in their hands.The sharp knife, bow and arrow held by the dead man in black fell out of his hands uncontrollably.

However, the blades, bows and arrows that the dead man in black left his palms did not make a series of crackling sounds as they fell from the sky.

Because, under each camphor tree where the dead man in black was hiding, four or five disciples of the beggar gang appeared quietly, and these disciples of the beggar gang reached out to catch the sharp knives, bows and arrows that were about to fall.

And under each camphor tree where the dead man in black was hiding, four or five elders of the Beggar Clan quietly appeared.

The outstretched arms of these elders of the beggar gang supported the bodies of black-clothed dead soldiers who fell from the heights because of their inability to speak for some unknown reason.

Immediately, a group of elders and disciples of the Beggar Gang, holding knives and arrows in their hands, and carrying a black-clothed dead man in their hands, disappeared again quietly, as if they had never appeared before. Under every camphor tree.

In order not to arouse the suspicion of Shangguan Ningyue and Xuanyuanyan, Ye Yifeng naturally would not look out of the window stupidly.In addition, what happened outside Juxian Tea House was quiet and fast.so……

Ye Yifeng, who was in a state of ignorance about the sudden disappearance of his hundreds of dead soldiers, was still staring at Shangguan Ningyue who hung his head and embroidered.

Shangguan Ningyue, who had finished embroidering a round of golden round suns, had now changed to another embroidery needle, an embroidery needle with purple silk thread attached to it.

While the skirt sleeves danced charmingly with the wind, Shangguan Ningyue, who was holding the embroidery needle lightly, caused the purple silk thread to move left and right, and quickly shuttled between the pure white Shengxue silk handkerchiefs.

After Xuanyuanyan extinguished the fire in the furnace, he used a small silver tea spoon to scoop the already brewed jasmine tea into three glass jade cups, and a purple purple color that was ready to come out appeared between the silk handkerchiefs. dragon.

(End of this chapter)