Crazy Young Empress: Shadowsong Moon Dance

Chapter 180 Scaring the Dog Emperor [[-]]

Mo Wuying lifted the pearl and jade curtain, dazed by Lei's vision of the scene in front of her.

Looking around, in the huge and spacious bedroom, apart from the luxurious decoration of bright yellow and vermilion in the eyes of the color, unexpectedly...

There are more than a dozen carved large beds lined up!
She frowned in disgust, with infinite contempt in her heart.I had heard earlier that there were emperors in history who displayed dozens of dragon couches in their sleeping halls for the convenience of their lustful excesses or fear of being assassinated in their sleep. Unexpectedly, in this Great Yan Kingdom, they were actually bumped into by her as if they had won the lottery.

The rumors and the shocking effect presented in front of the eyes are naturally different.

She clenched and clenched the hand that clenched the hilt of the sword, and her teeth rattled.Not shocked by too many beds, but worried about which bed that damn Yan Chentu slept on!

After opening the gauze curtain three times in succession and being attacked by a sense of loss, Mo Wuying simply lost her heart, tightened the black face scarf, and shouted in a dignified voice:
"Yan Chentu, get out of here, my lord!"

A gentleman is magnanimous, once he comes, he will know it!
Yan Chentu killed countless people, and he had ghosts in his heart, fearing that people would seek revenge, so he set up strict security in the palace, and slept with a sword every night.

From the moment he heard the change and grabbed the hilt of the sword and waited for an opportunity to move, his palms were already sweating nervously in just a few seconds.

Hearing that the voice of the person who came was not very old, my heart was slightly relieved.But, it was only two seconds.

Because he immediately analyzed logically in his mind: How could such a young voice escape the strict inspection of the palace alone, and quietly knocked down nearly ten eunuchs and maids outside the palace.

A guess in my heart became more and more certain, and a certain name appeared in my mind more and more clearly...

Finally, in anger, Mo Wuying used her quick and light sword light to tear off all the gauze, thick and net curtains on all the beds.

Yan Chentu, who was curled up in a corner of the dragon couch, saw a slender young man in black standing in front of him with eyes full of anger from the isolated vision of the yellow curtain falling from the sky.

He grabbed the dragon robe that he put on hastily with one hand, and pointed at Mo Wuying with the sword in the other. Under the embarrassing situation, he still habitually revealed the majesty of an emperor above ten thousand people, and asked sharply, "Are you—Yan Yukuang?"

Mo Wuying laughed wildly: "You can guess it's me, that's the best. I won't have to worry about how to introduce myself. Is it the son of your elder brother, or the son of a traitor..."

(End of this chapter)