The rebirth of the noble concubine Wushuang

Chapter 883
King Yong offended the emperor, was stripped of his title, and was confined to Prince Yong's mansion.

"The princess sent it out?"

Xie Chu was sitting in the study, and Yang Jin was standing behind him with a stern expression: "Don't worry, Your Highness, the princess has been sent to the south, and no one knows the whereabouts of the princess except my subordinates."

The floods in the south have stopped and the chaos has settled down. If a yellow croaker is thrown in at this time, no one will pay attention.

Xie Chu didn't speak anymore, closed his eyes again, put his hands in his sleeves, and looked calm and composed.

Half an hour later, noises, footsteps, and chaos gradually came from outside the mansion.

Yang Jin stared at the door, his body was tense, and the veins in the hand holding the sword were bulging, ready to fight at any time: "Your Highness, someone is coming."

Xie Chu still did not open his eyes, as if he had fallen asleep.

Not long after, the footsteps outside quieted down, and then I could faintly hear someone walking towards this side, and the soles of Ping Yu'an's shoes touched the bluestone slab, like a cloud base.

It is not ordinary people who can use the soles of Ping Yu'an shoes.

Soon the footsteps stopped at the door, and not long after, Wang An's sinister and fierce face appeared at the door.

"King Yong is really calm and not afraid in the face of danger." Wang An came in with a strange look, looking at Xie Chu with joy in his eyes.

He has planned for so many years and waited for so long, and finally he has waited for this day.

Seeing that Xie Chu didn't speak, and didn't even bother to look at him, Wang An got angry and snorted coldly: "Close your eyes, lest you open them, you will be too nostalgic for this world, and it's not easy to reincarnate."

Holding the sword in his arms, Yang Jin sneered, "King An is still as confident as ever."

A guard trotted in from outside and whispered something in Wang An's ear. Soon Wang An's face darkened, and he looked at Xie Chu unwillingly.

Someone brought up a chair, and Wang An sat down with a low and depressed voice: "Xie Chu, you had the foresight to send Song Xieyu out in advance, but it doesn't matter, when you are settled, Song Xieyu is just a girl , and where can I escape to?"

At that time, he still couldn't escape his palm, but it was the difference between early death and late death.

Xie Chu finally opened his eyes, and looked at Wang An coldly: "You are so confident that you will definitely kill me tonight?"

What he said was not in a hurry, which really caused some waves in Wang An's heart, but soon he forcibly suppressed the uneasiness.

"My son has already entered the palace, and there is news from the palace that my son has controlled the little emperor. From now on, the world will belong to me and Cheng'er and his son." After he finished speaking, he walked out After taking a deep breath, he opened his mouth slowly, as if to sentence Xie Chu to death: "Don't worry, because of our uncle and nephew's love, when Song Xieyu is caught, her head will definitely be placed on your grave superior."

Xie Chu chuckled, and suddenly raised an index finger. His strange behavior aroused King An's vigilance.

The guards behind King An also drew their swords.

Xie Chu lowered his eyes contemptuously, opened his thin lips lightly, and uttered a sentence: "Is it a quarter of an hour?"

Yang Jin's gaze was still on King An, and he never moved away for a moment: "Your Highness, it's still a quarter of an hour away, but it's almost too soon."

The conversation between Yang Jin and Xie Chu made Wang An feel hairy all over his body for no reason. He felt chills in his heart. He was afraid that the night would be long and dreamy. Gritting his teeth, he waved to the guards behind him: "Pretend to be a ghost, come here! Thank you, General!" Cut off Chu's head, and whoever gets to thank Chu's head, this king will make him an official and a nobleman, and he will reward you a lot!"

He promised a lot of profit, and the guards behind him turned red-eyed, and they all looked at Xie Chu not like they were looking at a person, but like they were looking at an animal.

Standing in front of Xie Chu, Yang Jin, who was so mighty as an iron knife dancer, actually managed to hold off the siege of those guards with one enemy ten, and stopped them abruptly, protecting Xie Chu's Zhou Quan.

The hatred and jealousy in Wang An's eyes became stronger, and he smiled with sharp white teeth: "There are a lot of talents around King Yong, but so what? There are always times when people are exhausted, Guard Yang, can you hold on?" how long?"

After speaking, he waved his hand again, and immediately a dozen guards rushed over again.

Yang Jin repelled them one by one, but it was not as calm as the first time. This time, cold sweat began to ooze from his forehead, and he began to pant slightly.

An expression on Wang An's face was determined to win, his body relaxed, and he looked at Xie Chu from a distance, his eyes were full of ambition.

At most another quarter of an hour, he would be able to see Xie Chu's head fall to the ground, and since then his serious troubles have been completely resolved.

But Xie Chu not only showed no fear or panic on his face, but even looked at him with pity, as if he was looking at a poor creature. This look so enraged King An that he almost lost his mind.

But at the same time, the uneasiness in my heart spread like a thick fog, something was wrong, and I always felt that something was wrong.

His mind was running fast, and he soon realized what was wrong, the Prince Yong's Mansion was too quiet.

Among all the residences of the royal family and nobles, Yongwang's Mansion is the closest to the imperial palace. Xie Cheng took soldiers to force the palace, but he didn't hear any ghosts crying or howling in Yongwang's Mansion.

After reacting, his face was instantly pale as paper, and his expression was also seen by Xie Chu. Xie Chu twitched the corners of his mouth and smiled at him.

"Have you had a premonition? This is the smell of death."

It was only after Xie Chu finished speaking that the sound of footsteps outside was uniform, from far to near, well-trained.

Soon, wailing sounds almost rang in my ears, intertwined and extremely shrill.

Yang Jin was almost exhausted, with the heavy knife in his hand propped on the ground, half-kneeling and looking at King An's group, never taking half a step back, protecting Xie Chu behind him.

But Queen An realized later that Xie Cheng was probably dead, and the guard who came to pass the message was also Xie Ling's son of the emperor!

Xie Chuan was sitting steadily, Si Jinyu's armor was standing up high, neat and clean, he walked in quickly and surrounded King An's people.

"His Royal Highness, the minister is late, you are surprised!"

Seeing Si Jinyu who had come back from the dead, Wang An suddenly burst into laughter, and sat back in his chair slumped, as if he suddenly lost his momentum: "It's so calculating! The emperor's son is really calculating! This king underestimated it." he!"

An Wangtan sat on the chair, with his head up and tears streaming down his face. He already knew that this treason was a narrow escape, but he had no choice but to get to where he is today. Even if he stopped now, Xie Ling would never let go. over him.

Instead of dying anyway, it is better to burn the boat, and maybe there is still a chance of survival.

It's a pity that he didn't fight Emperor Qing'an in the first half of his life, and he didn't fight Xie Ling in the second half of his life!

Yang Jin has been paying close attention to Wang An's movements, seeing that his complexion is not right, he yelled fiercely: "Open his mouth quickly, he has taken poison!"

(End of this chapter)