I am Feng Jun

Chapter 580 580. Shouldn't I give him an explanation?
The black shadow blocked her sight, and Lan Yi became even more murderous when she met those cold black pupils.

The empress dowager she made a decision back then, even if she opposed her, she still destroyed the once-in-a-hundred-year pure yin bloodline.

Just damn it!
This murderous intent reverberated throughout the imperial study room. Bi Jiuhong seemed to be familiar with it long ago, and his face was as usual, but he was somewhat looking forward to Lan Yi's direct killing of Shen Ci.

Bi Yongqing watched the tit-for-tat confrontation between Shen Ci and Lan Yi with cold eyes, and despised Shen Ci's arrogance without measure.

He dared to be so presumptuous in front of the master of the state, who gave him the courage?

Shen Yin, who pursed her lips tightly, was startled by the cold killing intent, and was about to take a step forward when she heard Mu Lianya's deep and sharp voice.

"National Teacher, this is the Imperial Study Room."

She was reminding Lan Yi.

This is the royal study, not her temple!
Shen Yinchu took back the few steps he had just taken, and the atmosphere in the hall froze for a moment.

Lan Yi's eyes swept across Mu Yuanxi, the empress dowager whom she had never been able to see through.

Sure enough, with her by her side, she couldn't tell whether Shen Ci was of pure Yin blood or not.

However, judging from the blood taken by Bi Jiuhong, it was indeed, but it was destroyed.

So what kind of ability does Mu Yuanxi have that can block her sight?

While she was thinking, Mu Lianya gave her a reminder to bring her back to her senses.

Lan Yi withdrew her killing intent.

After all, Mu Lianya is still an empress, so she can't ignore her words at the moment.

But in her capacity, even if she offended, she didn't even make an apology.

Instead he sneered.

"Your Majesty also knows that this is the Imperial Study Room, so he allows Shen Ci to be so presumptuous here?"

Mu Lianya raised her eyes, looked at the handsome young man below, met his wanton phoenix eyes, her voice was light, but mixed with the majesty of an emperor.

"He was the one who was assassinated, he was the one who was injured, and he was the one who was slandered. He has been wronged so much, shouldn't he be given an explanation?"

She almost let his son die in the palace under her control!

This recognition made her feel unreasonable anger, and a cold gaze swept over Bi Yongqing below and Bi Jiuhong behind the screen, making them suddenly raise their hearts.

"Your Majesty, there is a misunderstanding!"

Bi Yongqing cried out loudly, and glanced at Lan Yi.

"Misunderstanding? What misunderstanding?"

God knows how angry Mu Lianya was when she heard the news from outside the palace last night.

She really didn't expect that this matter would be done by the General's Mansion. Based on her understanding of Bi Yongqing, she always felt that things should not be like this!
But when he questioned Xi'er and saw the clear and conclusive evidence she handed over, he became even more angry.

Her own holy son, the son of a hero, assassinated the son of the deceased at her birthday banquet, and dared to slander Jiang Ni in the name of Jianghu.

It is really bold enough!
"If he was really assassinated, Shen Ci should have died by now."

There was a hint of sarcasm on Lan Yi's lips, and her voice was sinister, causing Mu Yuanxi to give her a sharp look.

"The words of the national teacher are really arrogant."

"Is the deity wrong? I heard that there is poison on the dagger. If it is really an assassination, why not see the poison that seals the throat with blood?"

"The deity just asked Jiuhong to do something, but he misunderstood him. He mistakenly invited people from the Jianghu, and accidentally mistaken Jiang Ni as an enemy. That's why this result is all."

Lan Yi's light and fluffy sentence made Shen Yinchu and Mu Yuanxi's faces turn cold for a moment, and their eyes were gloomy.

What does it mean to misidentify Jiang Ni as an enemy?

Is this going to push the blame on the assassin?
Lan Yi ignored the cold gazes from the two, swayed her toes slightly, leaned on her forehead with one hand, and looked at Shen Ci, who was showing half of her sideways behind Mu Yuanxi.

"If you have any complaints in your heart, the deity will ask him to apologize to you, and the matter will be over."

Lan Yi's tone was very flat, neither apologetic nor anxious, as if it was a matter of course.

There are several low air pressures lingering in the hall, heavy and violent, making the entire imperial study room like a Shura field.

After all, Bi Yongqing didn't want his son to go out and apologize, but he couldn't.

And Mu Yuanxi and others were naturally even more dissatisfied with this solution.

Lan Yi was the only one, rubbing her fingertips, with a smile on her lips, waiting for everyone to respond with confidence.

In her opinion, this is the best solution.

A proud person like Bi Jiuhong apologized to Shen Ci in public, and he was afraid that his resentment would deepen.

In the future, when dealing with these two people, he will definitely do his best.

As for Shen Ci, he gave him an explanation that was neither serious nor serious, and it was fine.

Even though she knew that almost all the people present would be dissatisfied with the result, she confidently believed that no one dared to refute.

After all, she is the important protector of the Mu Dynasty.

But the sneer of the young man with viscous and hostile expression in his eyes broke her perfect imagination.

"You should go back to retreat, this person, you can't keep it!"

Lan Yi's eyes instantly turned cold.

Mu Yuanxi held his right hand reassuringly, and looked at Lan Yi, his cool voice seemed to be mixed with crushed ice.

"The national teacher's misunderstanding is an understatement, and he wants to make such a big thing into a small thing, a small matter?"

"You must be too ruthless!"

Shen Yinchu was even more depressed, especially dissatisfied with Lan Yi's attitude.

"My son's wounds, the blood shed, is it just a misunderstanding in the eyes of the national teacher?"

"Oh, king's law? Are you talking about king's law with this deity?"

Lan Yi felt a little funny.

"Mu Mingyue didn't dare to talk about the king's law with this deity back then. If this deity said it was a misunderstanding, it must be a misunderstanding!"

Mu Lianya suddenly raised her eyes when she heard the words, and looked at Lan Yi full of fear.

However, Lan Yi didn't care about the fear of the empress of a country.

"He was injured, but it wasn't a fatal injury. Why are you so stubborn?"

"You know, although the deity's Jiulong was wrong about this matter, it's not that he has no reason to resign."

Although Lan Yi said that she was not afraid, but she didn't want to tear herself apart with Mu Dynasty, so she only threatened slightly, and then calmed down a little, trying to persuade her.

"If you agree to this solution, everyone will be happy."

"If not—"

Lan Yi's dark red eyes were fixed on her pursed lips, with a stormy Shen Ci brewing in her eyes, she leaned forward, her red lips parted slightly.

"You just proved your perfect body in front of everyone yesterday. This deity can break your lies with a word. You have to think about it, whether you want to be so obsessed with it."

Mu Yuanxi clenched Shen Ci's hand subconsciously, and the aura around him suddenly became colder.

"Are you threatening me with this?"

Facing Lan Yi's warning, Shen Ci suddenly laughed lowly.

Under the opened eyelids, there was a pair of extremely dark pupils, as calm and deep as before a storm.

On that supreme mischievous face, the thick and viscous hostility between the beautiful eyebrows and eyes dissipated with that chuckle.

But that extremely calm and indifferent beauty gave Lan Yi a more dangerous aura than before.

It was as if, the evil spirit that had been suppressed in the body all year round was emitted from the inside out at this moment.

It merged with his whole being.

Not obvious, but intimidating.

　I started going to the classroom this week.

　　Compared to getting up early in the morning and crossing half of the campus to the teaching building, I still prefer to open the Tencent meeting slowly in bed.

　　Hey, I miss last week.
　　
　
(End of this chapter)