The almighty crazy concubine is tough on the audience, and the prince passes the knife behind him

Li Beimo's lips twitched slightly, and he raised his eyes and glanced at Ling Feng lightly.

Ling Feng was so shocked that he turned around and ran out.

But as soon as he ran to the door, he saw Dongxue and Yujie just about to come in, and almost missed them. Fortunately, the three of them were good at avoiding them.

Dongxue protected the food box in her hand and glared at him, "Lingfeng, why are you running away?"

Ling Feng blushed and ran away without saying a word.

******

They had just finished dinner, and snowflakes began to fall from the sky.

It didn't rain heavily at first, but gradually turned into heavy snow, and the weather became colder.

Dongyue and Yujie added an extra stove to the main room and went back to their room to rest.

Cheng Qingqing looked at the sky and said, "It's really a murderous day."

Thinking back to when I was on a mission in my previous life, I liked this kind of weather the most.

"In that case, let's take a rest early!" Li Beimo pulled her into his room.

"Eh..." Cheng Qingqing was speechless, "Li Beimo, I promised to marry you, but we are not married yet, so we can't sleep together all the time."

"How can a husband and wife sleep separately? Don't worry, I won't do anything to you before the wedding. It won't be cold if you two sleep together." Li Beimo said that the two of them had already arrived in front of the bed.

"I'm not cold." Since she regained her seventh level of power, she is not afraid of the cold at all.

"But I'm cold. My injuries haven't healed yet, and I can't use my energy to keep out the cold. It's really cold at night. You must not be able to bear to let me freeze, right?" Li Beimo had a pitiful look on his face again.

Sure enough, his appearance successfully made Cheng Qingqing soften her heart. She wanted to ask him to add another quilt, but she took it back.

Li Beimo picked her up and they lay down with their clothes on.

Finally able to hold his beloved to sleep, a certain king always had a slight arc on the corner of his mouth.

Before midnight, news from Ling Batian reached Cheng Qingqing's mind, "Master, you guessed it right, someone is really going to attack you."

Cheng Qingqing opened her eyes and asked with her mind: "How many people are there?"

"There are about two hundred people, all of them are masters, but only about fifty came into Bafang Garden, and the rest were ambushing outside, but..." Ling Batian suddenly stopped talking.

More than two hundred people? What a generous act!

Suddenly feeling her fluctuating breath, Li Beimo opened his eyes and picked her up.

"What do you want to do, Qingqing? I will obey your orders."

"You don't have to do anything," Cheng Qingqing smiled mysteriously at him, "Tonight is my sister's home court, just wait and watch the show."

At this time, Ling Batian's voice came again, "Master, these people actually killed all the secret guards in Bafang Garden."

Cheng Qingqing was surprised. The Bafang Garden was filled with the emperor's people. As soon as these people came in, they killed the secret guards inside, which showed that they were with them.

Then who sent the killer? Baili Ting? Or Baili Fengying?

Li Beimo got dressed, stood in front of the window with a sword, and quietly tore off a piece of window paper.

Suddenly a cold wind blew in with snow particles, blowing away a lot of the heat in the room.

The noses of both men were hunched, and they smelled a faint smell of blood in the wind and snow blowing in.

"You don't need to take action, lest you alert me and ruin my business." Cheng Qingqing reminded him.

Li Beimo touched his nose in embarrassment. As a coach, this was the first time he was disliked by someone. She really deserves to be his wife.

"Qingqing..." He turned around and was about to speak when he saw an iron guy in Cheng Qingqing's hand, and was a little surprised.

"Shh!" Cheng Qingqing put a finger on her lips and made a silencing gesture to him.

Then he walked to the window, tore the window paper wider, and then stretched the muzzle of the machine gun out of the window lattice.

Li Beimo stared at the gun in her hand, remembering the musket that wounded him, but the craftsmanship of this one looked much more exquisite and beautiful, and it must be quite powerful.

After a while, dozens of black shadows appeared on the elegant courtyard wall.

Perhaps because they didn't see the night guards and maids keeping watch in the courtyard, these people became cautious.

After all, Li Beimo's reputation as the God of War was not groundless.

These people stood for half a quarter of an hour before about twenty people jumped into the courtyard.

In the room, through the window, the two people saw a long thing in the hands of these people. Several of them were holding broadswords, and the other dozen were holding muskets.

The men holding muskets pointed their muzzles at the doors of several rooms, preparing to shoot.

Two people took out something from the bags on their waists and took some huozhezi to order.

When Cheng Qingqing saw it, her expression suddenly changed.

Because what these two people were holding was actually black caltrops.

She looked hard and pulled the trigger in her hand.

"Da da da da da..."

Strings of flames spurted out from the muzzle.

"Ah ah ah ah ah……"

After a burst of screams, the courtyard became quiet.

It seemed like no one was injured.

Cheng Qingqing put away her gun and pulled Li Beimo aside.

As soon as the two of them got out of the way, they heard a burst of musket fire outside, hitting the window.

"Let's go." Cheng Qingqing whispered, ran to her room, and leaned against the wall by the window.

Li Beimo followed and leaned against another window.

"Bang, bang, bang -" there were several explosions.

Three black caltrops exploded at the door, but the gunpowder was not very powerful and did not hit the door. The door was only shaken a few times by the impact but was not blown open.

"Da da da da da..."

Suddenly, there was a burst of intensive gunshots on the roof of the west wing, and Ling Batian also took action.

Cheng Qingqing also took action at the same time, firing two machine guns. Those people had no ability to fight back. Most of them were already dead before they came in.

There were six or seven people running fast, but they didn't get very far when they ran into a group of people holding torches.

It was Yin Niang who arrived with people, pointing the sword in her hand: "Kill for me!"

"kill!"

The two parties immediately fought together, shouting and killing each other.

When Li Beimo and Cheng Qingqing chased them out, they saw a flash of swords and shadows.

They all knew that Yin Niang's martial arts skills were not low, but seeing the skills she used, she turned out to be an extremely expert. It was no wonder that she was sent by the emperor to manage Bafang Garden.

Li Beimo and Cheng Qingqing looked outside the Bafang Garden. The people who were ambushing outside had actually withdrawn.

"Your Highness, Princess! Are you all okay?" Ling Feng's dozen or so guards also came out.

Ling Batian glanced at him, "Nonsense! What can we do?"

"That's...hehe!" Ling Feng laughed a few times and gave him a hand, "Thank you, Master Shi, for protecting the prince. Please give me a small bow."

"You're welcome, who made your prince a weakling?" Ling Batian looked arrogant, walked past them with his head held high, and returned to Shui Mo Xiya.

Li Beimo: "...?"

Guards: "..."

If their prince is weak, are there any strong people in this world?