MTL - Heroic Wife Reborn-Chapter 1193 sunshine, white snow, blood

In front of Gu Da Shao Chong, the gangs waved their hands and let the people quiet. They said, "There will be no medicine. When someone rushes into the Imperial Palace, you will protect Wang Hao and their niece to find a safe. The place to stay, don't worry about me."

Xiaowei thought about Gu Dashao’s words and asked him carefully with a few words: “Master, how do you know that there will be no medicine? You said that someone rushed into the Imperial Palace. Is it possible that these people may not be eternal? Temple people?"

Gu Dashao first sighed, then he smiled again and said: "Is there a drug person, how can Jingmo let the princess leave first?"

"That's all right," the big master listened to the big and the poor, and immediately became confident. He said, "The young master is assured that we will protect them when we are."

Xiaowei still wants to ask, but looking at Gu Dashao and shaking his head, Xiaowei finally closed his mouth.

Yu Xiaoxiao circled around Jiuyan City and found no traces of medicinal people. I thought that the Princess of the Princess, who was not at ease, ran again in the suburbs of Jiuyan. After confirming that there were no medicinal people, this went to Yongsheng Temple. went.

In the next three days, the snow that has been delayed has fallen from the sky. After three days, the snow stopped on the day of the wedding. The sun shines under the blue sky, and the whole city of Jiuyan is carved like ice and snow. Beautiful.

Jing Mo personally went to the other palace, took a wedding dress, Princess Linglong, the royal jade glazed sedan chair of the next day, from the opening of the palace gate into the Imperial Palace.

The big masters followed the sedan chair and entered the palace. From the other palaces to the emperor's palace, they also became a scene in the ten-mile red makeup.

"This is a big scene," he saw the officials inside and outside the imperial palace, the servants, the palace people, the guards, and the big master whispered with Xiaowei.

Xiaowei didn't talk, his face was stretched, and he couldn't see a little smile.

Dad’s family saw Xiaowei’s toothache and said: “When the princess is married, can you not die as soon as you die?”

Xiao Wei said: "How many people in the Yongsheng Temple can be rushed in here?"

The big master said: "What do you do with this heart? Isn't it better to not do it?"

Xiaowei’s gaze crossed the sedan chair and looked at the scenery in the middle of the guards. It’s not right, Xiaowei thought.

Waiting for the scenery, the red queen took his own queen and walked into the Xitang, which is located in the main hall. The old prince who presided over the wedding, the brother of Shouwang’s grandfather, Shouwang, had not yet spoken, and shouted the sound of killing, from the palace gate. Passed.

Xiaowei followed the big masters to guard Wang Hao, Xiao Feng, the gang of the palace, led by a personal bodyguard of Jing Mo, and retired to a palace.

"The people of Yongsheng Temple really came?" The shouting sound outside the palace wall screamed wildly, which made Wang Hao panic. This voice listened, and the people of Yongsheng Temple will soon kill them.

The big master was sitting on the steps under the gallery. The knife was still hung around the waist and said: "Let's rest assured, if the people of the Yongsheng Temple can kill us, there will be no living people left in this palace. ”

Wang Hao turned to Xiaowei and said, "No, Xiaozhuang and Xiaolinzi are protecting the young master. I don't trust, Wei, you go find the young master."

At this time, the old road yawned and said: "How many little guards can be done, the young master can be okay? It is life to go wrong, and it is useless to follow more people."

Wang Hao glared at the old road.

The old road was stunned by Wang Hao.

Xiao Wei jumped on the wall of the courtyard, and then he saw the crowd who had torn together in the main hall. At this time, Xiaowei suddenly wanted to understand one thing. Those who did not have the Yongsheng Temple did not think that the people of Yongsheng Temple would come from the beginning to the end. This is a play by Jing Mo, who is self-directed. Do not ask the reputation, then, eradicate dissidents? Xiaowei suddenly felt a bit cold.

"It's snowing again," the two dogs shouted in the courtyard.

There were snow falling on Xiao Wei's face, and it was only a day of blue sky, and then there was a lot of snow.

In the main hall, the blood flowed to the foot of Jing Mo, Jing Mo lifted his toes and stepped on the blood of this small stream, and his face was silent.

"Let's go," Su Zhao stepped on the blood, and reached out and pulled up the sitting scene, saying: "You want to tell others that you are not afraid of death, or want to tell others that you are not worried about being killed?"

Some ministers screamed and fell to a place not far from Jingmo and Su Zhao.

Jing Mo looked at the minister who was almost divided into two paragraphs by the sharp blade. He sang with Su Zhao: "He is the assistant to my army, a very capable person, but he can't stay."

Su Zhao took the Jing Mo and went to the inner hall. He didn't care who this person was. As long as he could finish the battle of the former dynasty, they wouldn't be a white play.

Jiang Zhuojun’s knife was worn by a veteran’s chest.

The old Suzaku's veteran looked at Jiang Zhuojun with amazement. In the chaos, a masked "thief" rushed over and cut a knife behind the old minister.

Jiang Zhuojun looked at the emperor who had taught Li Luo, and a sneer hanged in his mouth.

The old minister fell to the ground, and the look on his face gradually became horrified by the horror. It turned out that this marriage was the cemetery of the people of these former dynasties. "Fast..."

The old minister wanted to shout, let those who were still in the dark to escape quickly, Jiang Zhuojun kicked the throat of the old minister, and killed the former man to death on the ground.

Zuo You also tore up in the crowd at this time, and his hands fell, and in a moment he slashed several of the officials standing by him to the ground.

Jing Mo and Su Zhao sat in the inner hall, listening to the fighting and tragic sound of the outer hall. The two emperors were silent for a long while.

Su Zhao heard that the minister who had his own man shouted at the outer hall, and suddenly he rushed to the scene: "When you are in Fengtian, you have already planned to do this?" Let your own soldiers and horses be regarded as the people of the Yongsheng Temple, come here. Killing.

Jing Modao: "The people of Yong Temple don't come, then I can only do it myself."

So this person was preparing for both hands from the beginning. Su Zhao turned to look at the inner palace door with the beaded curtain. He whispered: "You can't let the princess know about this."

This tore is not only in the Imperial Palace, but the entire Jiuyan City is now trapped in this killing. There are no innocent people. How can people believe that the Yongsheng Temple is actually a devil who kills people?

The head of the guard rushed into the inner hall and whispered to the scene with a whisper: "Your Majesty, the inner palace door was opened."

Jingmo nodded.

Su Zhao is also silent.

The head of the guard said: "Zhuang Taiyu, they have been sent to Taimiao, but the Queen Mother does not want to leave the Queen's Temple, let me see you?"

"Tied up and carried away," Jing Mo said: "Do you want to do this in person?"

Imagine the Empress Dowager holding the scissors against her own throat. The guard's scalp is numb, and said to Jing Mo: "Your Majesty, the Queen Mother is hurt..."

"She was hurt by the evils of the Immortal Temple," Jing Mo said very simply.

The chief of the guards ran out.

To the reader:

The third is more. Thank you for your support to Meiguo, what? Thank you, my parents~