Dangerous Medical Princess - Chapter 318

Feng Su knew this very well. Sometimes, she had to admire Mo Qiyun’s determination. Nothing can shake his determination to take the throne. He was born for the throne. However, in this life, she will never give in, and no one can stop her determination to revenge.

At this moment, Feng Su is like a devil coming back from hell. She opens her eyes with evil spirit, and the blood gas spreads into a blood line behind her. Even palace brocade is smiling to see her, suddenly stretch out a hand to lift her to immediately, embrace her to quickly gallop toward city gate but go.

The carriage is too slow. The situation in most of the cities is critical. Feng Su was worried all the way and kept asking for a ride. Now that she is outside the city, Lian Gongjin has changed horses for her. Princess pingting followed her with mixed feelings. After all, she used to like the man in front of her. It’s impossible to let him go completely. But now, she can’t have any heart to win again.

Mo Qiyuan’s persistence has been somewhat unsustainable. There are countless floating corpses inside and outside the Imperial City, and the white jade slate in front of the palace is bright red, emitting a strong smell of blood. Most of the people locked their doors and kept praying in their houses.

At this time, the sound of horse’s hoof came straight to the palace gate, accompanied by the cry of soldiers, deafening. Sitting on the Dragon chair, the emperor could not help but stand up. He took out the sword hanging on the shelf with his palm, and looked out warily with Princess Wan in one hand. Mo Qilin straightened up and stood behind the door with his fingers unconsciously in his sleeves.

Groups of people in black with their faces covered quickly jumped into the two sides. Seeing this, Mo Qiyuan was shocked. Wearing a mask, yejingliang cheers in front of these people in black. Princess pingting is riding on her horse, followed by the private army of Anning marquis. Feng Su’s nest is in the brocade arms of Lian Gong. She glances at the war situation and sees Mo Qi Yun standing in the front.

Even though he fought hard for three days and nights, the man was as gentle as jade as ever, with the elegant demeanor of a modest gentleman and the same disgust. Feng Su tilted her lips and made a circle with her hands. She came to her mouth and blew hard. Suddenly, there was a sharp Eagle moo in front of the palace gate. Lian Gongjin’s eyes immediately looked up at the sky. A total of 32 women, red as blood, danced gracefully from the palace gate wall, as if it were a visual feast.

The soldiers at the bottom felt as if they were choked and looked at each other. Suddenly, they covered their heads and fell to the ground and kept rolling. The people in the dark night Pavilion cut off the heads of enemy generals like rice. Mo Qiyun suddenly looked back and saw Lian Gongjin’s scoffing eyes. Mo Qiyun’s eyes were full of hatred. He suddenly took the flute that was pinned on his waist and put it across his mouth. A sound similar to Feng Su’s but completely different from that of the flute slowly floated over the square in front of the palace gate.

The influence of the thirty-two battle women was immediately weakened, and the soldiers who had covered their heads almost instantly woke up. The woman in red is about to step back in an instant. Feng Su’s eyes are on the edge of her lips. The tone is gentle and sharp, just like a sword coming out of the sheath, cutting straight in the direction of Mo Qiyun. Mo Qiyun is really powerful, but if he gets part of her LAN family’s array, he will be able to stir it up. Although it’s just a try, it’s amazing enough.

Even the temple brocade sees her complexion flush, almost want desperately, abruptly pull her to oneself bosom, lips teeth fall. Feng Su’s response is not natural and stiff, but he seems to be in his back garden. Lengshen, Feng Su lips a pain, she angrily look up, see Lian Gong Jin lick off her blood on the lips, eyes haze to look at Mo Qi cloud.

“I’m really upset that you care so much about that man. However, since the lady likes it, I’ll catch it for you to play with. ” Voice down, even palace brocade has soared, Feng Su Lengleng sitting on the horse, can’t laugh or cry.

But she didn’t export to stop, if can catch Mo Qi cloud, she will want him to survive, not to die. The situation in the field is almost one-sided. Mo Qiyun’s face is gloomy and very ugly. Seeing that Lian Gong Jin came after him, he quickly stepped back.

Mo Qiyuan was shocked and saw Mo Qiyun retreat to the eighth princess’s bedroom. He immediately chased after her. Even the palace brocade body shape stops in the mid air, frown, turn body to return immediately. Feng Su took the stiff rope in both hands and looked at him with a smile: “what’s the present that my husband promised to give Su Su? Is it difficult for him to escape? ”

This was an obvious joke. Lian Gong Jin touched her cheek and laughed cunningly: “girl, you really have no conscience. Now you have learned to lie with your eyes open. Don’t you know why our Royal Highness the seventh prince went to the eighth Princess well? ”

It’s just desperate. It’s blocked all around. The only way to survive is the direction of the eighth princess. Besides, there are not many people who will help him. Eight princesses also not necessarily can help him, but Mo Qi cloud still went.

Mo Qiyuan came back dejected, obviously did not catch Mo Qiyun. Feng Su and Lian Gongjin look at each other. Feng Su’s lips, she never know eight Princess unexpectedly so bold, or say, eight Princess expect oneself won’t do to her? Feng Su leans in the arms of Lian Gong’s Brocade and laughs so strangely. Mo Qiyuan hardly dared to look at her.

The shouting outside died down. In the imperial study, the emperor’s heart slowly stabilized. Linde looked at it from a distance, immediately responded and reported it to the emperor. The emperor immediately threw his sword on the ground. Mo Qilin responded immediately, and his face was happy. However, a moment later, Mo Qilin showed his chagrin again. This time, Mo Qilin rebelled and the prince rescued him, but he shrank in the imperial study. For fear that the emperor was discontented, Mo Qilin was shocked. He immediately turned around and fell at the emperor’s feet, crying bitterly: “my father, my son is unfilial. I can’t see that my seven younger brother is such a wolf and tiger. It’s unforgivable to waste my son’s time talking for him as usual. Please punish him!”The third prince has always been arrogant. How ever he cried so bitterly? It’s like acting. But now it’s different. Princess Rou tried her best, but could not hook the emperor’s heart from Princess Wan. It can be said that although the emperor released Princess Rou’s house arrest, in fact, she was out of favor. Although Princess Wan is beautiful, the most important thing is that she is more like the one who has passed away in Chang’an palace than Princess rou. Princess Rou always knew this. She just didn’t expect that the Emperor didn’t have a heart for her, but she was just a substitute. The soft imperial concubine is disheartened for a time, already did not have the mind to contend for favor.

Had it not been for Mo Qilin, rou Fei would have been making trouble in the palace. How Mo Qilin didn’t know this, he also inquired about it. He also inquired about the woman’s appearance, and it was indeed a state of love. Now Princess Wan is almost a copy of that woman. Even the character is very 89. No wonder my father is infatuated with him. Mo Qilin had a deep regret in his heart, but he was very remorseful.

By this time, the situation outside has stabilized. With Feng Su in his arms, Lian Gong Jin dismounts and follows Mo Qiyuan step by step to the imperial study. Feng Su’s body was a little stiff unconsciously, and returned to normal after a moment.

Mo Qiyuan’s robes were covered with blood, some of which had already solidified and turned into brown black hard pieces attached to his robes. The emperor was filled with emotion and immediately went down to meet him. As soon as he was ready to speak, he saw a man as powerful as a God behind his upper body. The emperor’s heart was sinking. He could almost foresee why Mo Qiyuan won so quickly.

Even the palace brocade one brushes the dust of the sleeve, embraces Feng Su to stand in front of the emperor straightly, tiny nod: “the emperor, fortunately not humiliate.”

The emperor’s pupil was as tight as a needle and fell on Feng su. Feng Su smile, instant flowers in full bloom, and a piece of withered, along the summer storm slowly falling. The emperor took a few steps back and sat down on the Dragon chair. He could hardly believe his eyes.