After being forced to marry an enemy tyrant

Zhu Ye met Zhu Meng at the hunting competition and bonfire dinner that day, and knew that Bo Hui's youngest son had a good appearance, so he naturally thought that Zhao Yan had two feelings for Zhu Meng.

If it wasn't for Zhu Meng's sudden calamity, but where he was injured, the king would probably have brought him back to Sirius.

Seeing Zhaoyan shaking the wine cup in his hand and sitting on the case with his eyes half-closed, he couldn't see any emotional fluctuations, so he said with a smile: "Speaking of which, Bohui's youngest son is also very pitiful. No, the assailant has not been arrested yet, and there is no one to blame. It is normal to find someone to vent your anger on. Your Majesty, you don’t need to be too concerned..."

"You don't have to worry too much about it."

Zhao Yan put down the wine cup, and the man had already stood up, saying: "I will not accompany you today, you can do whatever you want."

As he spoke, he ignored everyone and went out of the tent first.

Zhuye sighed from behind: "Your Majesty is still worried about that Zhu Meng. Isn't that right, Patriarch Yun?"

He knew that Yun Xiao was interested in Zhao Yan, so he asked on purpose.

Yun Xiao couldn't wait to spit in his face.

**

"boom--"

The Qilin beast stepped directly into the gate of Chenfeng Palace.

Everyone in the hall looked around in amazement, and saw the man in black clothes and black crown sitting on the back of the divine beast, tall and heroic, with cold eyebrows, he was the new Lord Sirius who led fifty thousand mysterious spirit cavalry to attack Qingqiu, they were all frightened The face is earthy.

Zhu Meng, who was originally arrogant and arrogant, retracted in an instant, pulled up the curtain to cover himself tightly, and ordered the servants to stand in front of him like a wall in a sharp voice.

Cangjie staggered a step, and the spirit whip in his hand fell to the ground.

Qingluan heard that Bo Hui intends to offer Zhu Meng to Zhao Yan, and the Sirius tyrant seems to be very fond of Zhu Meng. Seeing Zhao Yan barging in like this, he thought to himself, could it be that this tyrant has seen through the young master's plan , Want to take the young master to avenge Zhu Meng?

Thinking of it this way, one's heart immediately fell into the bottomless abyss, and it was so cold that it shivered.

All the people in the palace also shrank their necks in panic and gathered together, each shaking harder than the other, obviously the arrival of Zhao Yan terrified them a thousand times more than Zhu Meng.

Who in the entire Xianzhou doesn't know that Sirius people hate Bo Yanjun the most.

The young master is Boyan Jun's only blood, so he is naturally a thorn in the side of this tyrant.

Coupled with the recent rumors that Bohui is going to marry Zhu Meng to Sirius, and the tyrant of the wolf tribe has a 10-minute love for Zhu Meng, all the palace people, like Qingluan, feel that Zhao Yan is here to support Zhu Meng up.

Qingluan gritted her teeth hard, and wanted to run forward to protect Chang Ling, but before she could pass by, an arm had already picked up the boy who had fallen on the ground.

The boy's snow-colored cloak was covered with bloodstains, his forehead was also dripping wet, but his black eyes were extremely bright.

Zhao Yan fished the man onto the beast's back, lowered his eyes and said, "Isn't it usually quite capable, how come you don't know how to fight back after being beaten like this?"

Chang Ling didn't say a word, and curled up into his arms obediently.

Qingluan looked at this scene in a daze, and there was another commotion at the gate of the palace. It turned out that Fox Emperor Bohui rushed over with a group of servants panting.

Zhao Yan said: "You are well informed."

Knowing that the other party was deliberately sarcastic, Bo Hui couldn't say anything nervously: "This, this, this... It's all because the subordinates are not strict with their children, and the emperor made a joke."

It was as if a steam engine was installed in his head, and hot sweat was pouring out continuously. Under the firelight, even the pores were dilated and clearly visible.

"Your son is amazing, he even dares to touch my lord's spoils of war."

Zhao Yan's tone was casual, but the coldness in his eyes could penetrate the skin and seep into the bones of a person.Bo Hui was sure that if he didn't react again, this tyrant would be able to tear his son into pieces in front of his face.

He immediately yelled at the servants around him: "What are you doing in a daze, why don't you hurry up and get that wretch out of me!"

Seeing that the monarch was furious, the servant didn't dare to hesitate, and pulled Zhu Meng out of the box in two or three strokes.

Zhao Yan asked: "How many whips did you hit this little thing just now?"

The servants looked at each other in panic, they all lowered their heads in fright, shrinking their necks, no one dared to say anything, for fear of offending Zhao Yan, and even more afraid of offending Bo Hui.After all, they are from the Qingqiu Palace, and Bo Hui is in charge of their wealth and life.

In the silence, Qingluan stood up, with red eyes, and said loudly: "The slaves have counted, a total of 67 lashes."

Zhao Yan nodded: "Two times, just hit here."

Bo Hui's face suddenly changed, wondering: "Your Majesty, but... this unscrupulous son just broke two tails..."

Zhao Yan took off his fur coat, covered the trembling little thing in his arms, and said indifferently: "If the tail is broken, is the brain also broken? If you don't want to, I don't mind disciplining my son for you."

Bo Hui didn't dare to say anything, he could only close his eyes cruelly, and ordered his servant: "I'm deaf, didn't you hear what your majesty said! Hit me hard!"

The farce lasted until night fell completely.

In front of Zhaoyan, Bo Hui didn't dare to release the water, and the whole process was urging the servants to fight hard.In the end, Zhu Meng passed out directly and was carried back to the palace by the palace people.Cangjie looked back at the young master with red eyes, gritted his teeth and followed.

Only then did Zhaoyan stare at the little thing curled up in front of him and said, "This morning's business is not over."

"Take care of it for the past two days. After two days, report to my camp on time, and return to Tianhuan with me."

"Wait until Tianhuan City, I will take care of you slowly."

He also ordered Bo Hui: "Use the fastest speed to make a set of wedding clothes."

Bo Hui had long been caught by Zhaoyan's gloomy and uncertain temper, and immediately responded like a chicken pecking at rice.

Seeing that the tyrant was willing to save the young master in public, Qingluan thought he had some good intentions. After hearing this, she felt humiliated, and her heart sank again.

**

Changling's sensitivity to pain is much higher than that of ordinary spirit foxes. Although he has been medicated, he is still sweating from the whips on his body at night and can't sleep.Enduring until midnight and still unable to sleep, she sat up wearing a cloak, took out the handle of cut-off water from under the pillow, put it on her lap, and stroked it carefully.

The handle of the knife is engraved with a nine-tailed fox totem, and the scabbard is covered with familiar water ripples. The slightly exposed blade is as blue as a pool of autumn water, reflecting the black eyes of a young boy on it.

"Clap."

A drop of cold sweat slid down Chang Ling's sideburns to the joint between the hilt and the blade, like the dew cast on the blades of grass by a moonlit night.Chang Ling wanted to wipe it off with his hand, but as soon as his fingers approached the blade, a thin bloodstain was cut out by the powerful spiritual power emanating from it.

"Is the young master unwell?"

The blue aura that suddenly lit up in the bedroom still alarmed Qingluan, although it was only a very thin line.

Chang Ling shook his head and said "nothing", then put the short knife back into the sheath, and only stroked the water ripples on the scabbard over and over again in the dark.

Qingluan still wanted to say something, so she listened to Chang Ling's instructions: "After I go to worship my mother tomorrow, please ask my aunt to prepare the sacrifice."

**

Two days later, the four clans were indeed ready to leave camp and set off.

The camp was about to start, and everyone felt at ease. They got up early in the morning to check their equipment. Zhaoyan simply washed his face with cold water. Xiang's wedding dress has been delivered.

Zhao Yan only glanced at it briefly, praised his hard work, and asked someone to put the wedding clothes in the tent.

Jinwei came back at this time and whispered in Zhaoyan's ear.

Zhao Yan raised his eyebrows slightly unexpectedly: "You said that little thing only went to pay homage to the tomb of the fox queen Jiang Yin, and didn't pay homage to Boyan?"

"Yes."

"Aren't Jiang Yin and Boyan's tombs together?"

"My lord, next to each other."

Zhao Yan narrowed his eyes, even more surprised.

Not long after, Zhuye and others also came to see him off. After finishing a few glasses of farewell wine, Zhuye said: "Your Majesty, we will bid farewell today. I don't know when we will see you again. Our dinner..."

As Zhuye said, a cyan color suddenly flashed in his sight, and he was attracted to it all at once.

The young man was completely hidden in a sky-blue cloak, the blood jade collar around his neck complemented the small piece of exposed white skin, and he was standing at the gate of the camp, staring timidly at Zhaoyan with his black eyes.Behind him was a guard with a sword and a small waiter with a sharp look.

The waiter was carrying a large package on his shoulders, and two more on his arms.

Although he couldn't see the young man's complexion clearly, just the small piece of snow-greasy skin that looked like cream and was fairer than a woman's was enough to make Chayer daydream endlessly and make his heart palpitate.

As for the blood jade collar, which implied countless magical functions in the eyes of a seasoned veteran like Zhu Ye, it looked even more charming at the moment, and even hanging quietly around the neck was also moving.

Chayye subconsciously wanted to drive Fangfang towards the gate of the camp.

However, as soon as it moved, the qilin beast's four hooves were thundering, and it flew past him as quickly as lightning, raising a cloud of flying dust in the camp.

Holding the handle of the whip, Zhao Yan condescendingly looked at the little things below, and said coldly, "Go back to the tent and change clothes."

"Standing here early in the morning to recruit people, isn't it time to clean up?"

Chang Ling remained silent.

Zhao Yan raised his eyebrows back again: "Who are they?"

Chang Ling said: "My bodyguard, and my personal palace servant."

"Your personal servant."

Zhaoyan raised his eyebrows, and smiled ambiguously: "With me here, do you still need someone to serve you personally?"

It was extremely ambiguous for the audience.

Under the cloak, the boy finally gave him an annoyed look, like a kitten whose claws have been teased out.But it was only for a moment, the boy pursed his mouth tightly and remained silent, and returned to his obedient and obedient appearance.

Zhao Yan snorted, reached out his hand, rubbed his hand on that soft waist as a punishment, and then said: "Go back to the tent and change into your wedding clothes, don't let others use your hands."

"If you dare to be disobedient, let's see how I deal with you."

His cold gaze swept over, Tangyue and Shitou both lowered their heads, not daring to touch his Nilin.

Chasing eyes followed Chang Ling into the central army tent, Fang rolled his Adam's apple with unsatisfied desire, and said with envy, envy and unwillingness: "I never thought that Boyan's blood was such a stunner. Why didn't I know that at the time?" Look out!"

Yun Xiao sneered at the side: "It's a pity that even the best beauty belongs to someone else. Second prince, the king's man, do you dare to covet it?"

Chaye was poked at the center of things and gouged her out angrily.

At this time Zhaoyan came over.Zhu Ye returned to his playful smile again: "It is said that the fox is very cunning, and it is still a good trick of the king, who managed to subdue that Boyan's bloodline. I think that little fox was quite frightened."

Zhao Yan said: "It's just a half-spirited little thing, it's enough to scare and scare."

Zhuye's heart is crisp and itchy, and all he can't get rid of is the small piece of snowy whiteness. In order to prevent too many clues from being exposed in front of Zhaoyan, he can only pretend to look at the scenery to relieve his dryness.

Looking around, I really remembered something: "Hey, why didn't you see Yu Xiang? Where did he go this early in the morning? He didn't even show up for such a big farewell party for the king."

**

"boom!"

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As soon as Chang Ling finished wearing a red lining, a vigorous and powerful hand stretched out from the dark pressed it against the tent wall.

The young man's black eyes were dark and cold, and he confronted and looked at the attacker quietly through a heavy and ancient sword.

"You can't go to Sirius!"

After the two sides looked at each other for nearly half a cup of tea, the visitor finally broke the silence.

"Don't go to Sirius." Chang Ling tilted his head, looked at the person opposite him very seriously, and smiled contemptuously: "Are you going to Yu with you——Yu, clan, chief."

The hand holding the knife trembled imperceptibly.

After a while, Yu Xiang said: "Go to Yu, at least I can protect your life. Go to Sirius, and everything is really over." "Sirius hates the fox clan to the bone, and they will not let you go."

Chang Ling asked: "Then how does patriarch Yu plan to protect my life?"

Yu Xiang thought there was hope, and excitedly said: "As long as you are willing to tell..."

"As long as I am willing to tell the secret." Chang Ling tilted his head and smiled: "Sirius might consider saving my life. Why do I have to rely on you?"

Yu Xiang was a little anxious: "Sirius hates the Fox Clan and Tu Shan Boyan so much, they won't let you go."

"Zhaoyan has a vicious temperament, cold-blooded and tyrannical, mean and ungrateful. He married you purely to humiliate your father and plunder the spiritual power in the monument. He must have heard some rumors before insisting on bringing you When you return to Tianhuan, you will be a beast in a cage, a bird in a trap, and let him bully and torture you. Once his goal is achieved, you will be useless to him. He will kill you without hesitation and avenge Qiu Feng! "

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