The Seventh Bride of President

The song of returning to the Yuan Dynasty can command all things. At the moment when the flute sounded, the dead soldiers and elite soldiers brought by Min Zhixing began to be lax.

The high priest is the chosen son of heaven. To fight against the high priest is to have a hard time with God. It will be condemned. It may also bring disaster to future generations and ancestors. However, as the guard and dead man of the Min family, he can't disobey the orders of the family owner, otherwise he will also be punished by heaven.

Qin Wuyan closed his eyes, but just played the music himself. Although the music was beautiful, it showed an extremely sad tune, like a funeral song.

When Zhuang Qingyun was sent to the secret room, he saw Zhuang Xiaoyu lying on the recliner. Zhuang Xiaoyu was dressed up and made up properly. He leaned quietly on the recliner as if he were asleep.

Zhuang Qingyun closed his eyes and felt that his hair stood up, and a cold sweat came out of his back again.

The deceased is gone, but Qin Wuyan didn't even want to let Zhuang Xiaoyu go to earth for peace. He took the body in and out all day. He had long been arranged and slandered by servants in the house.

Zhuang Qingyun looked at Zhuang Xiaoyu, lifted his clothes, knelt down upright and knocked three heads at Zhuang Xiaoyu, "madam, if you really have spirit in heaven, let wordless put it down."

After a pause, he said: "Qingyun saved his life thanks to the care of the eldest lady and was able to survive in the priest's house. I'm sorry for her humble position. Let the eldest lady punish him. Qingyun won't have any complaints in this life. Just ask the eldest lady to rest in peace."

But the people on the recliner were still motionless and had no reaction.

The ancients said that people died like lights out, but Zhuang Qingyun wanted Zhuang Xiaoyu to have a soul and see what happened in the house. Unfortunately

At the moment when the flute sounded, the elite of Min's house roared recklessly, killed everyone and cut everyone

Firm fear seized their hearts, and the sadness and gloom in the tune made them panic involuntarily.

The whole priest's house was full of chickens and dogs, and the blood flowed into a river. Those servants ran around like headless flies, but they were regarded as sacrifices for knives by the elite of Min house, and died one by one under the guard's big knife

Qin Wuyan stood on the steps, looking at what happened in the front yard indifferently. The tune suddenly turned, and the loud and sharp jade flute almost pierced people's eardrums.

In midsummer, the whole priest's house was lush and shaded with trees. Insects, snakes, mice and ants hiding in the cave began to drill out from the ground and rushed into the dense crowd.

In the sky above the priest's house, groups of crows and vultures circled unprecedentedly, making a shrill scream and diving down from mid air from time to time.

The whole priest's house exudes an unbearable strong smell of blood.

At the moment when the flute became sharp, the guard of the priest's house began to act like a ghost, with a knife in his hand, to clean up those who were close to Qin Wuyan

The situation almost reversed in an instant. Min zhixingzhi felt soft and paralyzed as mud on the ground. He had no strength anymore.

The battle ended faster than min Zhihang imagined

When Zhuang Qingyun heard the noise outside and couldn't help coming out, there were many bodies lying in the whole priest's house, and the guard was counting the number of dead people.

His shoes were soaked in a thick layer of blood, which soon seeped into the soles of his shoes, wet his socks and stuck to the soles of his feet