Bring your son to chase after your wife, please go home

Chapter 745 The Secret History of Empress Dowager Yi (3)
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Cang Yuan, Fu Qingyun, and Pei Jin each rode a horse after leaving Wudinghou's mansion.

"Brother Qingyun, are you two going back to Yilan Pavilion now?" Pei Jin asked.

"Yes!" Fu Qingyun nodded, "Changge just said that it is not safe for the past few days. Relatively speaking, Yilan Pavilion is the safest place. The high priest and I can only go back there."

Pei Jin felt a little regretful, "I still want to invite you two to sit at my house!"

"Thank you, Prince Pei, for your kindness." Cang Yuan smiled and said, "It's just that it's better not to be careless in this special period. The prince and I will definitely visit the house in person when we are free. Let's forget about today, we still have some things to deal with. .”

"Then I won't force you two." Pei Jin sat on the horse and cupped his hands.

"Farewell here!" Cang Yuan also cupped his hands, and with his legs wrapped around the horse's belly, he and Fu Qingyun drove towards the Qilinfang Yilan Pavilion.

Looking back, Pei Jin saw someone pointing at him on the street, he scratched his head in boredom, turned the horse's head and drove towards Puzefang.

"High Priest, Emperor Liang made it clear that he doesn't want us to leave. Now, do you have a countermeasure?" Fu Qingyun, who was driving alongside Cang Yuan, looked sad. These days, he stayed in Daliang just to sing a long song, but What she said today made him realize that as long as he has her in his heart, it is the same no matter where he is.

"Nanyu, the minister has made arrangements. In a short time, the second and sixth princes will not be able to threaten the monarch and queen." Cang Yuan said: "His Royal Highness, just rest assured, since Emperor Liang doesn't want us to go, then we will Stay for a few days."

Fu Qingyun pursed his lips and stopped talking. Now he wished he could fly back to Nanyu immediately to be granted the title. Only then would he have real power and the opportunity and strength to help Changge.

The two of them had no more words, and walked quietly along the way. There were almost no one on the whole street, only the sound of horseshoes could be heard.

There was a deadly silence in the air.

Cang Yuan concentrated for a moment, then frowned, raised his head to look at Fu Qingyun, and shouted, "His Royal Highness, be careful!"

As soon as the words fell, a short arrow suddenly flew in the air from Fu Qingyun's right direction, making a sharp whistling sound in the air, tearing apart the void.

Almost at the same time, Cang Yuan's tall figure flashed, his wide sleeves stretched like a picture scroll, he gathered the short arrow in his sleeves, returned it in an instant, and stared at the right wall with a "dole", but In a short time, fine and dense cracks appeared around the area nailed by the short arrow. In the blink of an eye, a gap burst open in the wall, and the breeze kicked up dust all over the ground.

Cang Yuan successfully brought Fu Qingyun to the ground.

Before the two of them had time to say a word, countless silver lights came from all directions, shining coldly under the sun. If you look carefully, you can see that there are dense silver needles, as numerous as a cow's hair.

Cang Yuan frowned tightly, he stood where he was, protecting Fu Qingyun behind him.

The silver needles all over the sky brought a murderous aura, lifted his clothes and fluttered his black hair, and when the powerful murderous aura was about to reach the two of them, Cang Yuan waved his big hand, and a black brocade flew out from his sleeve, with golden silk threads on it. In the sunlight, a dazzling yellow golden awn appeared.

As soon as the black brocade came out, it blocked the attack of the silver needles, and the silver needles that fell on the black brocade instantly turned into powder.

Cang Yuan grabbed Fu Qingyun's arm and kept turning around to block the silver needle's attack with the black brocade.

Fu Qingyun's eyes were also cold under the continuous attack of these silver needles.

The silver needles came and went, and the people behind seemed to have no extra silver needles. With the sharp whistling sound in the air, dozens of figures suddenly flashed around, everyone covered their faces with black scarves, and their eyes were full of cold death. With anger, the bow and arrow in the hand are drawn to the full moon, and a storm without warning is about to strike.

(End of this chapter)