God became the villain's little ancestor

Chapter 8

"Why are you here?"

Ying Huo was a little surprised to see her, but it was fleeting, the end of his eyes raised inadvertently, a smile that was not a smile.

"If I remember correctly, you should be lying dead in the bedroom at this time."

With his eyes lowered, he slowly wiped the dagger with a handkerchief until the blood on the dagger was wiped clean, and he threw the handkerchief on the ground.

To be precise, it was thrown on the side of the lump lying on the ground.

As for the poor little paper man, he was crushed flat by the man on the ground, and died in a miserable state.

"Well, how do you know, Your Majesty? Are you secretly paying attention to me?"

Qian Lai replied embarrassedly, but glanced at the ground curiously.

The person on the ground was already half-dead by visual inspection. He was wearing a black tights, dressed as an assassin or a dead soldier, but his body was covered in blood, and puddles of blood had accumulated on the ground.

But his hands and feet were limp, and his tendons and tendons were probably broken.

Tsk, you are so tenacious, you still have breath after your tendons are broken.

Ying Huo ignored her poor mouth, and his eyes were filled with interest: "How did you get out?"

The imperial palace is strictly guarded, and it is impossible to come out without a jade card or an ultimatum.

"He came out."

Qian Lai took it for granted and walked up to him.

"However, Your Majesty, you are very free. Just leave this kind of thing to the hidden guards. There is no need for you to do it yourself."

Ying Huo narrowed his eyes, making sure that the little girl really only had curiosity and no fear in her eyes, and said with the corners of her lips, "Aren't you afraid?"

"What am I afraid of?"

Qian Lai was puzzled, she kicked the lump.

"him?"

Win confusion: "..."

If you kick someone again, you will die.

"Foolish Lord..."

The people on the ground obviously still had some breath left, and their breath was extremely weak: "Even if you...kill me, I, I will not...betray the prince..."

He almost vomited blood without saying a word.

Qian Lai's nostrils were filled with the disgusting smell of blood, and he lost interest in eating the peach blossom crisps.

Hearing this, she made up her feet again in dissatisfaction.

"What nonsense are you talking about? How can your majesty be a fool? Is there any emperor who is kinder than your majesty?"

That person: "..."

Win confusion: "..."

The so-called advanced black is nothing more than that.

Qian Laipi was very happy this time.

I don't know which sentence stimulated that person, his whole body twitched twice, his eyes widened, as if he wanted to say something, but he lost his breath in the blink of an eye.

Seeing that the person was dead, Qian Lai immediately jumped behind Ying Huo.

"I didn't kill this man, Your Majesty, you have to testify for me."

Ying Huo gave her a sideways look, but put away the dagger without answering.

A quarter of an hour later.

The largest restaurant in Beijing, a private room by the window.

"Your Majesty, who is the lord that person mentioned just now? King Jing?" Qian Lai blinked her bright eyes.

King Jing and Yinghuo are considered brothers, the only one left among all the princes of the former emperor.

As for why so many princes died in the past, Ying Huo chose to leave King Jing behind... This question, probably many people want to know.

Over the years, King Jing's power has gradually increased, and the court is very prosperous, and there are even faint signs of contempt for the imperial power.

North Korea and China have gradually become polarized.

One faction supports Yinghuo, and the other supports King Jing.

But in recent years, King Jing faction has more and more followers, because most ministers are dissatisfied with Yinghuo's tyranny.

But even though Ying Huo, who was sitting in a high position, was in danger, he still remained ruthless, killing people whenever he wanted, and the methods were extremely bloody.

If it wasn't for worrying about him, King Jing's faction might have rebelled long ago.

"Don't call me Your Majesty."

Ying Huo slowly moved his gaze out of the window, "There is only one prince in the court, who do you think he is talking about?"

"Good son." Qian Lai is very adaptable.

At this time, Xiao Er brought in the dishes that Qian Lai had ordered just now, but he didn't dare to pay more attention to these two people.

According to many years of experience, these two guest officials are either rich or noble, and they may be dignitaries in Beijing, and they are not something they can provoke.

Perhaps it was because Yinghuo's aura was too strong, after the food was delivered, Xiao Er didn't even ask anything else, and ran away in a hurry.

When Xiao Er went down, Qian Lai said with a smile: "My lord, try it. I heard that the signature dishes of this restaurant are all good, not worse than the ones you grew up eating."

(End of this chapter)