Time travel, Your Highness Ninth Prince has been rejected from marriage again!

Several people were still under the tree, and the sounds of laughter and laughter filled the entire Liangchen Garden.

The willow tree dropped a few leaves and its branches swayed slightly. Yan Siyuan and Qing Xiao looked at each other, speechless, but they already understood.

Yan Siyuan walked on South Street, his posture casual and relaxed. Put your hands behind your head, lean back, and walk very slowly.

Suddenly, there were some noises in the silent night. Yan Siyuan stopped and stood there for a while. He turned around and walked towards an alley.

After walking deep into the alley, he stood still and patted the footprints left by Qing Xiao on his clothes.

He said casually: "Come out, we've followed you all the way, aren't you tired?".

In an instant, ten men in black surrounded Yan Siyuan. All hold swords in their hands.

Yan Siyuan put down the clothes in his hand and said, "Death warrior? Interesting. It seems that Yan Muen has spent a lot of money."

The dead soldiers looked at each other and put on a posture of vowing to die.

Yan Siyuan hooked his hand and said, "Don't waste time, let's come together."

He rushed forward in an instant, reacting faster than the dead soldier. The two sides fought together.

Yan Siyuan's movements were sharp and fast, and every move was full of murderous intent. A kick to the chest and a hard kick to the dead soldier who was coming towards him. Kick people backwards and fly away.

He made another sudden spin, swept across with one leg, and whipped the two dead men approaching from the left and right to the ground.

Before Yan Siyuan could take a breath, he kicked him out again. With a muffled groan, a dead soldier hit the wall, slid off the wall, spat out a mouthful of blood, tilted his head, and fell to the ground dead.

This shows that Yan Siyuan's inner strength is profound. When the other dead soldiers saw this scene, they were afraid to step forward. But if you don't go up, going back will be a dead end. They had no choice but to look at each other and rush towards Yan Siyuan together with all their strength.

Yan Siyuan used his foot to hook the sword of the dead soldier on the ground into his hand, and made a gesture to meet the enemy.

Helplessly: "When do you plan to come out?".

Qing Xiao fell from the sky, landed next to Yan Siyuan, and threw a sword to him, "Why are you so anxious? You can handle it. Wouldn't it be better if I come out when you are about to die?"

Yan Siyuan took the sword and said, "If I die, you won't be able to live well."

"What can I do wrong?".

"Are you sure Xue'er won't be sad if I die?".

Qing Xiao pulled out his sword and faced the dead man, "Good sword, don't insult it."

Then he raised his sword and struck at the dead man. Yan Siyuan weighed the sword in his hand and pulled out the scabbard. The silver-white blade shone coldly in the moonlight. It was indeed a good sword.

"Don't just look at the sword, come here and help," Qing Xiao shouted to Yan Siyuan in the midst of his busy schedule.

Yan Siyuan smiled slightly and blocked the dead soldier who rushed towards Qing Xiao. The two of them cooperated and drew the sword very quickly. There were no fancy moves, just the sword sealing the throat.

The white blade goes in, the red blade comes out, no sword passes by. The last sword was drawn out, bright red blood dripped down the blade, and the last dead soldier fell.

Qing Xiao held a handkerchief and wiped the blood on his face. The blood on his body is not his. , wiped his hands after wiping his face, and started wiping his sword after wiping his hands.

Yan Siyuan took one look and said: "Pretentious".

Qing Xiao put away the handkerchief, "Don't be pretentious. In order to see Xue'er, you actually changed your clothes and even scented your clothes."

Yan Siyuan was very thick-skinned and did not panic at all. He said calmly: "How did you know?".

Even Qingyun didn't notice it. He was lost for a while, but Qingxiao didn't expect to notice it.

"You are all men, I still don't understand you."

Yan Siyuan smiled and said "thank you" to Qing Xiao.

"No, you won't do anything without me, you're just a little hurt. That would make Xue'er sad. I'm not doing it for you, but to prevent Xue'er from being sad."

"Yes, you are right".

"Give me the sword back," Qing Xiao stretched out his hand.

"Give it to me, it's mine. It's impossible to go back." A white shadow flashed past, and Yan Siyuan had disappeared.

Qing Xiao gritted his teeth. In terms of shamelessness, no one could compare to Yan Siyuan.

He turned around and looked at the alley that had been dyed red. There were many corpses lying in a mess. If no one takes care of it, it will be Dali Temple's job tomorrow. He didn't want to investigate his own case.

Just as he was about to ask Qingge to collect the body, Xizhu and Song Heqing arrived. Xizhu said: "My Highness asked us to collect the body."

Song Heqing echoed, "His Royal Highness said, Mr. Qing has worked hard, and the rest will be left to us."

Qing Xiao clearly understood that Yan Siyuan wanted to give the other party a gift in return. Without paying any more attention, he turned around and left.

It only took an hour for the alley to return to its original appearance. Except for the faint smell of blood, there was no trace of blood at all.

Early the next morning, Yan Muen just woke up from bed and suddenly felt a little uneasy.

Sure enough, when he started calling people, there was no response. No matter how he called, no one came in. Even the secret guard guarding him was gone.

Yan Muen instantly became alert, stood up, and groped around the room.

Yan Siyuan laughed at his clumsy appearance. Yan Muen suddenly retracted his hand like a frightened bird, and looked in the direction of Yan Siyuan with dull eyes.

"Who? Who are you?".

Yan Siyuan walked in slowly and said, "What? I haven't seen you for a few days. Brother Bago doesn't recognize me anymore?".

"Yan Siyuan? Are you still alive!? How is this possible!" Yan Muen looked horrified.

"Are you surprised? ...That's right. After sending so many dead soldiers, they definitely wouldn't have thought that I was still alive."

Yan Siyuan leaned close to Yan Muen's ear and said suicidal: "Yan Muen, you dare to kill your brother, aren't you afraid that anyone will know?".

Yan Muen suddenly pounced on Yan Siyuan, but Yan Siyuan dodged, leaving him empty and lying on the ground in a panic.

"Hahaha, Yan Siyuan, the evidence you brought proves that I did it?" He kept waving his hands in the air, trying to find Yan Siyuan's location.

Yan Siyuan raised his eyebrows and said, "I don't have evidence, but I can create evidence. Your people are really bad at teaching you to give back to you."

After that, Yan Siyuan's voice was no longer heard in the morning. About half an hour later, a scream came from the eighth prince's mansion, and a maid fainted from fright.

Yan Muen stood in the middle of his yard, surrounded by corpses with broken limbs and arms. The strong smell of blood surrounded him, making him afraid to move. Every time you move you step on a limb.

Although he couldn't see it, the smell and sensory experience made him extremely depressed. I was so scared that I peed on the spot. It wasn't until the secret guards appeared that they took him out from among the corpses.

Yan Muen clenched his fists tightly. He had been preparing for so long and making psychological suggestions for so long. Then he decided to send ten dead men to assassinate Yan Siyuan.

I thought everything was safe, but I didn't expect that nothing happened to Yan Siyuan. But he himself suffered from heavy bleeding.

These dead soldiers wasted a lot of his energy and training, but they were slaughtered so easily by Yan Siyuan. It was because he underestimated Yan Siyuan.

Yan Siyuan had long known that Yan Muen would assassinate him, it was just a matter of time. Otherwise, the things he specially left for Yan Muen would have been in vain.

Fortunately, Yan Muen was still "smart" and didn't find Qingyun.