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Chapter 147: Face is the most important thing

The outside was pitch black as ink, and the blue brick paths on both sides of the towering palace walls were heard from time to time. Behind the neighboring palace walls, under the palace not far from Yanfu Hall, a wing room was still on, and on the wooden table, the candles were swaying, and the cold wind blew in outside, reflecting a person's face.

During this period, Li Yan was frightened. He fiddled with the wick and thought about the past, "A few years have passed for you, but in the end it is better than a guy who just entered the palace. He abandoned our family like a piece of shoes. Is it so easy to pass on me, Li Yan?"

The person with resentment had inexplicable anger in his eyes. He drew several big words on the wooden table, all of which were the names of a woman. "Helian Ruxin, wait and see. Although those accounts were written by myself, they were all smuggled into Xixia. Even if the official protects you, you will not be much better. At worst, our family will be burned with you."

He thought, his nails were clenched on the table. Outside the house, there was a rustling sound of footsteps.

"who"

Li Yan suddenly raised his head, grabbed the long sword leaning against the foot of the table, pulled his right hand on the hilt of the sword, and stared outside the door.

The old wooden door dragged a long moan and slowly opened. A black shadow flashed in the gap. A golden sword hilt came in and held it back, and then pushed the door open.

Li Yan, panicked, quickly pulled out the sword in his hand, raised it in his hand, and pointed it over. When the door was completely opened, a tall black shadow blocked the door.

The voice said, "We have been looking for you, so hard, Eunuch Li."

The black shadow raised his foot and stepped in. The black cloth covered with face was not removed, but the familiar Li Yan suddenly glared at his eyes, and he quickly took a few steps back and leaned against the wall, with no way to retreat.

"It's...you..." Li Yan held up the sword and shivered all over. "...The Concubine Ru asked you to kill me?"

His eyes were frightened and trembling, and almost his whole body was pressed against the wall, "You can't kill me..."

"hehe…."

The black shadow smiled, the broad sword was unsheathed, and an arc of light swept over, and a wisp of blood sprayed on the wall. The figure on the wall swayed, and suddenly, a round black shadow on his shoulder came down.

It fell to the ground and rolled.

"Only you die... some people's crimes can be confirmed. After all, killing people to silence..." The black shadow took the sword, blew out the candle on the table, turned around and took the wooden door to leave quietly.

...

The night light is faint, and the only thing that is calm is the wind running around at night.

The figure approached the corner of the wall and came to a wing room. When he passed the corridor, he suddenly sniffed with his face covering his face, and his eyes showed a hint of doubt. Then he gently pushed the door and a bloody smell penetrated into his nose.

"…Li Yan was killed." Walking into the house, although his vision was not good, he seemed to be able to see things in the darkness and clearly found the headless corpse on the ground.

He pulled down his cover, revealing his round face with a powdery finish, and his eyes became serious, "Did the Supervisor also think of this and killed Li Yan and let Helian Ruxin confirm the evidence of killing people to silence him?"

After thinking about it, he quickly left here. Anyway, the person was dead, so it didn't matter whether he killed him or not.

The news of Li Yan being killed will spread tomorrow morning, and the accounts in his hands will also be handled by the official. The remaining step depends on when the supervisor will take action. Once the news of the rebellion in the south is open and released like a flood discharge.

Can Your Majesty bear it?

When he was thinking about it, he had already returned the same way.

………….

If people are not quiet, they will naturally be in the night. Since she has not received the news that Helian Ruxin wants in the East Factory that day, she has become honest on the surface, but she is still very anxious in her heart. In addition to Li Yan's rebellion, she realized that the other party had done many tricks and tricks without permission.

Although those accounts were written by Li Yan himself, they did not prevent Zhao Ji from having another view of her. After all, the emperor was not easy to guess, and Yin and Qing always came suddenly.

As a result, late at night, the bedroom was still brightly lit. Outside the door, Wei Jinzhong, wearing a palace robe, rushed over and died. After paying homage outside the door, he entered the inner room and knelt down anxiously and said, "Empress, a palace servant just came to report that Li Yan was dead."

"die?"

Helian Ruxin sat up from the curtain and stared at the person lying on the ground through the gauze. His tone was so cold that it made people feel cold, "How could he die?"

"As soon as he dies, his situation becomes much more embarrassing. Even if the government doesn't do anything to me, he will eventually feel a little distant. This damn dog thing, if he dies at this time, it seems that Admiral Bai should have arranged it."

A pair of white and tender toes were cushioned on the white blanket. Helian Ruxin sat on the edge of the bed, with her round thighs overlapping, not caring about the look of the man kneeling down on the opposite side.

"Even if Bai Ning calculates deeply, the position will not be like that. I will sit here and see how he targets the position."

Wei Jinzhong swallowed his saliva and whispered: "Empress, I'm afraid there is another thing. I have thought about it recently and connected everything. The news from the south may be related to the empress, but it may still be very unfavorable. If Bai Ning arranges someone to kill Li Yan, the bad things will accumulate together, it will be very powerful."

"Southern...has Bai Ning guessed that the twelve gods in the south are the true people? But so what, he can get the book..."

Speaking of this, Helian Ruxin was stunned for a moment, then roared: "Did the Ming Cult rebel?"

"I'm afraid that's the case."

For a moment, the room fell into a mysterious silence. Immediately, the woman pulled off the gauze on her body and exposed her wonderful body that was dry. Then she reached out and hooked her hand, and the purple long skirt on the hanger fell into her hand. Two expressionless maids came from the side room to help her wear it.

"Since I have no discussions, I will go to the official family to make a good argument."

Helian Ruxin turned his palm and flipped it, and the door was suddenly opened.

He dragged his long skirt and stepped out. Then, in the wing rooms, the doors opened, and expressionless men and women rushed out, following Helian Ruxin's pace.

Wei Jinzhong looked at the woman's back, sneered at the corner of his mouth, and held his hand on the hilt of the sword.

…………………

"Wang Fu... covered up the memorials from the south well."

In the Dongjishi Factory, Bai Ning walked down the stone steps to the fat eunuch. Seeing that he was unable to move, he reached out and covered the other party's vest with a palm.

With dozens of puffs, the blood hole exploded on his body, and steel needles burst out and nailed to the stone pillar in front, and a jingle sounded.

Hai Dafu's body became weak and sat on the ground weakly, panting. Soon a man came over to lift him down to heal his wounds. Bai Ning picked up a steel needle on the ground and played with it casually in his hands. He looked at two figures, black and white, "Go and capture Wang Fu and send it to the palace. It's time for His Majesty to know."

"Master, I'm afraid that this is the case, Helian Ruxin can't be killed." Cao Shaoqin looked at the back of the hall step by step.

Bai Ning opened the door, outside, black armor and iron face.

He turned around and sneered: "These things are just preparations. It is not these things that really make His Majesty angry, but rather."

He stepped out and put on a cloak. His voice was very soft, and he murmured, "It's a face. A couple has been masturbating alone for several years..."

Then, he stood on the chariot, his smile cold.
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