After rebirth, she turned around and married the emperor's uncle and tore the scumbag apart

Furong Pavilion was quiet at night, but Su Lingyue couldn't fall asleep because she had slept too long in the afternoon.

She put her arms around Xiao Yu's slender waist and rested her forehead on his chest. Listening to his even breathing, she felt inexplicably at peace in her heart.

There was no noisy construction noise at night, and her thoughts were particularly clear.

She began to recall the terrain of Longhua Temple, thinking about how to make Su Nanxing's child abort and prevent her from having children again.

As long as Su Nanxing cannot give birth, she will have to give up the position of Crown Princess, and the connection between Xiao Changshi and Su Heng will be cut off.

Then it will be much easier to defeat them one by one.

As long as Xiao Changshi is not the crown prince, the Duke Dingguo's Mansion is not that important and its collapse is only a matter of time.

Su Lingyue was thinking about something, but she didn't know that danger was approaching.

Outside Prince Su's palace, a ghost-faced man with a green face and fangs stood on a roof not far from the palace. Behind him was a group of people wearing black masks, staring at a lantern in the palace.

Until the lamp was getting farther and farther away from the main building, the leader of the ghost-faced men jumped lightly and jumped onto the roof of the palace, and then jumped onto the top of Hibiscus Pavilion.

The leader of the ghost-faced men waved his hand, and dozens of people surrounded Furong Pavilion from above.

He jumped down from the attic and walked straight towards Xiao Yu and Su Lingyue's bedroom.

Suddenly, there was a strange noise coming from the tiles on the roof. Although it was very light, Su Lingyue heard it clearly.

Although Ji Tang and Yan Qing took turns to keep watch, they never went to the roof at this time.

Su Lingyue gently pushed Xiao Yu's body. Xiao Yu held her hand tightly, then stroked her back and said softly, "Don't be afraid."

"Aren't you asleep?" Su Lingyue asked softly.

Xiao Yu whispered, "How can I sleep when there's a cat scratching my waist all the time?"

Su Lingyue twisted his waist gently, then asked, "There's someone on the roof, shall we get up and take a look?"

Xiao Yu smiled lightly, his voice was indeed cold, "No need, someone has been waiting for them outside for a long time!"

Just as the leader of the ghost-faced men was about to break in, a sharp arrow flew through the air and shot straight at the back of his head.

He turned quickly, swung the sword in his hand, and blocked the arrow.

The leader of the ghost-faced men looked in the direction of the arrow and saw a man standing on the top of Ning'an Tower under the full moon. He had an upright posture and fluttering clothes. Three consecutive arrows in his hands were aimed at him.

The men in black guarding the roof of Furong Pavilion all looked in the direction of Ning'an Tower when the leader of the ghost-faced man blocked the arrow.

When they saw the people on the top of the tower, they simultaneously raised their swords and made attacking gestures.

The man on the top of the tower loosened his grip, and three arrows shot towards the leader of the ghost-faced men with the force of breaking through the air.

The man in black standing on the roof took aim at the arrow and used the sword as a shield to block the incoming arrow.

At that moment, dense arrows shot towards the ghost-faced man on the roof.

A dozen ghost-faced men didn't react in time and were hit by arrows, rolling down from the roof.

Those who were not hit by the arrows immediately jumped down from the roof to avoid being shot into sieves.

Afterwards, a group of men in black clothes surrounded the courtyard of Furong Pavilion.

The leader, a sturdy middle-aged man, walked slowly forward and looked at the leader of the ghost-faced men.

"Sima Changfeng, nice to meet you again!" His voice was icy cold, like the water in a cold pond in the coldest days of winter, chilling to the bone.

Sima Changfeng was surrounded by the ghost-faced men, but he didn't seem to panic at all. "You actually guessed that I would come! You are worthy of being the Prince Su!"

The middle-aged man sneered and waved his hand, and countless darts shot towards them.

However, the ghost-faced men were all well-trained killers, and if they were on guard, these darts could not get close to Sima Changfeng at all.

The darts were broken into pieces and fell to the ground.

"Close your eyes! Don't cut!" Sima Changfeng shouted.

However, it was too late!

Most of the ghost-faced people covered their eyes and wailed.

“My eyes hurt!”

"My Lord! I can't see!"

"Ah, it hurts!"

……

Sima Changfeng closed his eyes and could not see what was happening around him, but he could hear the screams of his men.

At this moment, amidst the noisy sounds, something was approaching rapidly.

He couldn't see and could only avoid it by listening to the sounds.

A "whoosh" sound whistled in my ears, followed by the screams of my men.

Knowing that something was wrong, Sima Changfeng quickly tore off his men's clothes and swung them quickly to block the flying arrows, then slowly opened his eyes.

The poison was blown away because he shook his clothes quickly.

Looking at the corpses all over the ground, Sima Changfeng's previous calmness disappeared completely, and was replaced by endless anger.

"You can open your eyes now!" He said to the only three remaining men, his voice cold and his eyes full of cruelty.

They opened their eyes and looked at the corpses all over the ground and the men in black surrounding the courtyard. They couldn't help but feel a little scared and stood around Sima Changfeng, protecting him behind them.

"Sir, what should we do?" someone asked in a low voice.

"Kill them!" He said these three words loudly, and then jumped up, jumped onto the roof and started fighting with the middle-aged man.

His three subordinates did not dare to fall behind and followed Sima Changfeng closely.

Sima Changfeng was fighting with the middle-aged man, and his three men were dragged by the others.

When masters fight, others cannot interfere.

They could only watch.

Sima Changfeng's title as the leader of the secret guards is not in vain. His sword skills are sharp, fast and fierce.

Gradually, the middle-aged man began to struggle. At this time, Yan Qing observed Sima Changfeng's sword moves for a while, rushed forward quickly, and began to help the middle-aged man.

One against two, Sima Changfeng tried his best but could only end up in a tie with them.

Sima Changfeng gritted his teeth and shouted, "Retreat!"

The man in black tried to stop Sima Changfeng, but he dodged him in an instant.

The three received the order and disappeared into the night with Sima Changfeng.

"Brother Qian, why don't you chase him anymore?" Yan Qing looked at the direction Sima Changfeng left and asked the middle-aged man.

The man put away his sword, looked at the direction Sima Changfeng left, and asked, "Are you going to stop me? I can't stop him!"

"Then I can't stop them!" Yan Qing curled his lips in dissatisfaction, then turned around and looked at the corpses on the ground in the yard, "What should we do with them?"

"Pick one with a good figure to keep for research, and give the others to the Ministry of Justice."

After Qian Biao finished speaking, he began to order his men to arrange the bodies on the ground. Yan Qing sent two servants to report to the Jingzhao Prefecture and the Ministry of Justice.

After the sounds outside the house disappeared, Xiao Yu and Su Lingyue put on their clothes and walked out of the house.

When Yan Qing and Qian Biao saw Xiao Yu coming out, they reported what happened in the evening.

"Your Highness, given Sima Changfeng's strength, we may not be able to handle him next time we meet him."

Xiao Yu looked at the corpse on the ground, concentrated and said in a deep voice: "He suffered heavy losses tonight, and he will not come again for a while. You can rest assured for a while."

Looking at the corpse on the ground, Xiao Yu frowned slightly, but the worry that flashed across his eyes was still caught by Su Lingyue.

The strong smell of blood made Su Lingyue feel a little nauseous. Looking at the corpse on the ground, she couldn't help but cover her mouth and nose. She felt a little scared and a little distressed.

Did Xiao Yu always live in fear like this? He had experienced so many life-threatening situations.

This trip to Longhua Temple must be a success!