This host can handle it, let her be the villain, she is the real deal

Chapter 363 Spring Breeze Proud of Horseshoe Disease, Seeing Chang’an Flowers in a Day (77)

"emperor--"

Shen Yue just blinked her eyes faintly, glanced at the imperial decree in Shen Yaojin's hand, and then shifted her gaze to his face.

Shen Yaojin lowered her eyes slightly, and did not meet her gaze, calm as if the calm before the storm.

The cold wind blew, and the tails of her hair floated behind her.

All the courtiers rushed into the Hall of Mental Cultivation, knelt down on the ground, weeping and mourning.

At the sound of the death knell, the people light their lamps.

Amid the cries of the crowd, an old minister came out and wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, "Your Highness, Seventh Prince, what did the Emperor say to you before he left?"

Shen Yaojin raised the bright yellow imperial decree in her hand, and handed it to the emperor's confidant, Eunuch Li, her long and narrow eyes were deep and indifferent without any fluctuation.

Eunuch Li held the imperial decree, and his sharp voice carried the eunuch's unique taste.

"Following the fate of the heavens, the emperor said, there are seven sons who are extremely intelligent and protected by the heavens. I will pass it on here. I hope that he will be a wise king who loves the people. I respect this."

All the officials knelt down and saluted Shen Yaojin, and said in a deafening voice: "Long live my emperor, long live, long live!"

In the main hall, Shen Yue was the only one who was standing proudly.

She was wearing a rare light color today, a moon-white Guangling python robe, with a moon-white geometric pattern belt tied around her waist.

The hair that was as thick as ink was half tied up, and the exposed half of the neck was like a piece of white jade with soft tentacles.

When her eyes collided with Shen Yaojin, Shen Yue suddenly laughed, and the light laughter became clearer and clearer in the silent hall.

A soft sentence shocked everyone.

"This imperial decree is false. Shen Yaojin, you forced the palace to kill your father, and dare to tamper with the imperial decree. You should be executed for this trip."

As soon as the words fell, the door was kicked open, and countless guards in armor ran in and surrounded everyone.

It was expected that the ministers didn't understand anything, but they were still terrified, afraid of being killed by mistake.

Shen Yaojin didn't panic at all, looked at Shen Yue, and said lightly: "Are you going to rebel?"

The door of the Hall of Mental Cultivation was wide open, and the snow was flying like goose feathers outside, and the cold wind was howling.

Huo Dao led a group of soldiers who had just experienced a fierce battle, almost killing gods and Buddhas, with a few drops of blood on his face and a long sword in his hand.

The blood snaked to the long steps, scarlet and sticky, staining the snow on the ground red.

Shen Yue walked up to Shen Yaojin step by step, and grabbed the guard's knife casually. There was still blood on the knife, reflecting a cold light.

Cheng Qiangong stood behind Shen Yaojin, and when there was only one meter away, Cheng Qiangong called her name in a cold voice.

"Shen Yue."

Shen Yue's footsteps paused, her dark eyes remained calm, and her eyeballs moved slightly to look at Cheng Qiangong.

Cheng Qiangong's expression was very complicated, Qingjun's face was extremely dark, and he said solemnly: "You will regret it."

Shen Yue's complexion did not change, and there seemed to be a smile that was not a smile on Zibai Ruyu's face.

Approaching with the sword in his hand, Shen Yaojin didn't hide, but stood straight on the spot, just watching Shen Yue approaching him like a ghost demanding his life.

Raising the sword in her hand, the cold light reflected on her face, adding a touch of coldness.

The sharp sword touched his chest, as long as he stabbed forward with a little force, he could cut through that layer of flesh and pierce his heart.

She didn't want to really stab, but in the eyes of others, Shen Yue seemed to be piercing in the next second.

The wrist was pressed hard by the person behind him, and he clenched it tightly. The person had great strength, his skin was rough, his palm was full of calluses, the rough and sharpened touch, and the bones cracked when they were pinched.

When Shen Yue didn't pay attention, there was a tall body sticking to her back, and the breath sprayed on the back of her neck was as hot as a branding iron, with a savage and depressive impulse, as if it wanted to squeeze her throat. bite through.

The thick bloody smell is very strong, and the blocked people are depressed.

Shen Yue's expression finally changed.

She turned her head and saw the man's sharp and smooth jawline, and the cold and hard silver armor was cold and hard.

It's Huo Dao.

Shen Yue looked around, only to realize that at some point, all the guards in the palace had put down their swords.

And Fu'an had already been caught by two people, forced to kneel on the ground with something stuffed in his mouth, unable to speak.

Shen Yue clenched the sword in her hand and pursed her lips tightly.

"let go."

The man behind seemed still docile, and obediently let go of his hand.

The bright red mark on the wrist is bright and dazzling.

What else did Shen Yue not understand? Unexpectedly calm, she turned around and looked at Huo Dao calmly.

Just asked calmly, "Why?"

She treats Huo Dao well.

Without her, where would Huo Dao be now? She watched Huo Dao grow up step by step, and sighed with relief.

When danger arises, Huo Dao is also the first to stand up and block the ups and downs. He seldom talks, and everything is reflected in his actions.

She thought that Huo Dao would never betray her in his life.

Huo Dao frowned lightly, paused, and said in a low voice indifferently: "Your Highness, you can't."

Men's words are always rare, but Shen Yue can understand his meaning from the few words here.

Like everyone else, Huo Dao also knew that Shen Yue was not a Mingjun, and if she ascended the throne, the world would be in chaos.

Shen Yue was very calm, almost abnormally calm.

Cheng Qiangong said lightly: "Your Highness, don't be obsessed anymore. If you surrender, I assure you, I will never hurt your life. You are still the carefree Fourth Prince."

From the beginning to the end, Shen Yaojin did not speak, nor did he refute Cheng Qiangong, as if silently acquiescing.

She raised her eyes to look at Fu'an, and slowly showed a smile, that smile was shallow, gentle and shallow, and it was contained in her eyes.

It is a clean and gentle smile.

Fuan cried and shook his head at her, his fair face was covered with tears.

Fuan has been with her for so many years and has suffered.

In fact, it's not that Shen Yue didn't hold back, she can tear a hole and escape alone, and she can still be chic and wanton in the days to come, and there is still a chance to make a comeback.

But Shen Yue didn't choose to do that. When she turned her head to look at Shen Yaojin, the smile on her face disappeared, "Let Fu'an leave, I can do whatever you want."

Shen Yaojin's brows and eyes were indifferent, without any emotion, but she agreed very quickly, as if she had been waiting for her words for a long time.

"it is good."

Fuan was roughly pulled up by those people, and he didn't know where the strength came from, but he broke away from them, and then, under the unexpected sight of everyone, he slammed into the pillar with all his strength.

boom--

With a muffled sound, Fu An fell to the ground, his forehead was dripping with blood, his eyes were still open, looking in Shen Yue's direction, with a slight smile on his face.

It seemed to be silently saying, Your Highness, it doesn't hurt.

Shen Yue stared blankly, the blood all over her body seemed to freeze instantly, she gritted her teeth, her lips, eyesight and even her whole body trembled.

Stumbling over, Shen Yue knelt on the ground, her hands stopped in mid-air helplessly, she didn't dare to touch them.

This scene seems to have been repeated in a dream.

"Fu'an..."

She was so uncomfortable, she just squeezed out these two words abruptly, bit her lips and wept, the teardrops trickled down like broken beads, dripping down her cheeks.

Even the pale cheeks rolled and fell.

The heartache felt as if it was about to burst, and the grief and despair were overwhelming, and she couldn't breathe under the pressure.

She wanted to touch it, but dared not touch it.

"Fu'an, don't leave me..."

"don't want……"

Cheng Qiangong's heart sank and his face turned pale.

No one expected such a thing to happen.

Shen Yue was alone, kneeling there helplessly, her thin shoulders trembling slightly.

Cheng Qiangong couldn't help but wanted to get closer, but she saw Shen Yue standing up suddenly, her white clothes were stained with blood, the red was dazzling, she was holding a sword in her hand, and there were still traces of blood on the tip of the knife.

For some reason, Cheng Qiangong watched this scene, and the hairs all over his body exploded.

"Shen Yue!"

Shen Yue paused, turned around, and looked at them.

Cheng Qiangong's heart was trembling, and he felt cold sweat streaming down his spine, as if his throat was dry, but he still pretended to be calm: "Shen Yue, come here, come to my side."

That gentle tone seemed to scare her.

Shen Yue's eyes moved slightly, and tears instantly filled her eyes. She didn't say a word, and her expression was not large, but it made everyone feel her grievance and despair as if they felt the same way.

She was stunned, as if her nerves had been severely injured, and she looked a little abnormal.

The voice was small, but it reached their ears clearly.

"Would you be happy if I died?"

Cheng Qiangong's pupils shrank sharply, his eyes widened, his flesh and blood seemed to be dried out, and the unknown sense of unease made him fall into constant panic.

In the next second, it was confirmed.

Shen Yue rested the sword on her neck, closed her eyes, and showed a smile on her face, which was as clean as washing, and it was quiet and meaningful.

That is not death, but liberation.

Or as soon as the hand on the hilt was hard, blood spurted out, like a bright rain of blood.

When she fell to the ground, Shen Yue's vision was blurred and black, and she seemed to see someone running towards her, rolling and crawling.

Who is that?

...it doesn't seem to matter.

Shen Yue showed a smile, the dimples were shallow,

　There will be a special episode tomorrow~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)