The queen is crazy and spoiled, and the tyrant bows to her

Jiang Wantang didn't expect Jiang Huaizhou to be so well hidden. In the past, his image was mostly a gentle and elegant scholar, but it turned out that his kung fu was not bad at all.

Jiang Huaizhou had never expected that his sister would meet the seventh prince Ji Wuwang in the countryside, and that he would teach her everything, allowing her to develop martial arts skills that were no less than any other man.

The two fighting figures intertwined at the eaves of Taiji Palace, with flames everywhere.

At first, Jiang Huaizhou could still cope with it, but Jiang Wantang's sword became more and more powerful.

Gradually, he began to be unable to hold on and fell into a disadvantage.

It is worthy of being the sword style passed down exclusively by the King of Zhenbei.

"clang--!"

Another fierce collision, Jiang Huaizhou was shocked and retreated three steps, and the soles of his boots made a harsh sound as they rubbed against the glazed tiles.

Jiang Wantang pointed the tip of his sword directly at Jiang Huaizhou's chest. Broken starlight was in his moist eyes, flickering along with the cold sword light.

The night wind blew up her long black hair, and her crimson skirt fluttered in the air.

She said: "Brother, stop it..."

"Do you still remember?" Jiang Wantang's voice was as light as the wind, dissipating in a single gust. "When I was five years old, on Lantern Festival night, you took me out of the house secretly. When we were releasing river lanterns on the riverbank in Chang'an, I asked you what wish you made..."

"You said that the world is at peace, the four seas are at peace, and the people live and work in peace and contentment."

The sword in Jiang Huaizhou's hand suddenly froze, and memories flooded back like a tide...

In fact, he made another wish but didn't tell her.

That wish is: I hope his sister Tang'er will grow up safely and smoothly, and finally have a happy ending after all the hardships.

But what’s the point of saying this now?

"Brother, the world is now at peace, and the people are living and working in peace and contentment..." Jiang Wantang's sword-grip hand slowly dropped. "This proves that Ji Wuyuan is a good emperor, isn't it?"

"Brother, let go and don't let hatred blind your eyes anymore."

Jiang Huaizhou's hands trembled as he clenched the long sword in his hand.

After a long while, a bitter smile appeared on the corner of his lips: "But, I can't go back..."

"Everything is too late..."

After saying that, he took advantage of the moment when Jiang Wantang put down the sword in his hand and was not on guard, and suddenly flashed forward and put the sword in front of Jiang Wantang's neck.

Jiang Wantang closed his eyes, and the blood-stained sword in his hand fell to the ground with a clang.

She did not struggle or resist.

In fact, Jiang Wantang had already expected such an outcome. If Jiang Huaizhou was willing to turn back, she would help him leave.

If he refused, then the long sword that was just put down would be deliberately giving him an opportunity to take advantage of.

Let him take her hostage and leave the palace.

Of course, this is only limited to Jiang Huaizhou. She will not let go of those old subordinates of the Nangong family no matter what.

Regardless of whether he was right or wrong, she could not bear to watch Jiang Huaizhou die in front of her again.

Jiang Wantang's plan this time was to, firstly, persuade Jiang Huaizhou to turn back, and secondly, to completely wipe out the old members of the Nangong family.

In the future, without the help of Nangong's old subordinates, Jiang Huaizhou alone would not be able to stir up any trouble.

Jiang Huaizhou held Jiang Wantang hostage, stood behind her, and whispered, "Don't be afraid, Tang'er. Brother won't hurt you."

Jiang Wantang's eyes were dim and he said nothing.

Afterwards, the two of them flew down from the glazed tiles to the ground.

Ji Wuyuan and Xie Zhiyan's eyes suddenly turned cold.

Ji Wuyuan's cold gaze was filled with murderous intent, and the sense of oppression around him suddenly became terrifyingly strong.

"Let her go!"

Ji Wuyuan's dark eyes narrowed dangerously, and a low, cold voice rang out faintly: "If you dare to hurt even a hair on her head, I will dig up the bones of all nine members of your Nangong clan, grind them into dust, and set up a formation to prevent them from reincarnating forever..."

"Including...the one in the imperial mausoleum."

His words were icy cold and every word was cruel.

The last sentence made Jiang Huaizhou's eyes turn red instantly.

His eyes widened with anger, veins bulged on his forehead, and he gnashed his teeth: "Ji Wuyuan, you lunatic!"

Ji Wuyuan smiled, his smile arrogant and evil: "Don't believe it? I will have someone dig it out and show it to you right now."

"Shut up!" Jiang Huaizhou's eyes were bloodshot as he roared, "Everyone, get out of the way!"

Hearing this, Ji Wuyuan raised his hand slightly, and the imperial guards consciously made way for a path on both sides, but still maintained the momentum of encirclement. The cold iron armor shone coldly in the moonlight.

Jiang Huaizhou held Jiang Wantang hostage and retreated step by step, while Ji Wuyuan and others followed him step by step forward.

Xie Zhiyan looked at Jiang Huaizhou and Jiang Wantang in front of him with gloomy eyes, his pupils deep and bottomless.

Nangong Lie, who had been captured alive, was kneeling on the ground and was still struggling to get up.

He looked at Jiang Huaizhou and shouted desperately: "Young Master! Save me..."

"Save these brothers who risked their lives for you!"

"Young Master, hurry up! Use the people in your hands to threaten him..."

Jiang Huaizhou seemed not to hear it and turned a deaf ear.

Nangong Lie became anxious upon seeing this and shouted, "Young Master!"

"You are holding this tyrant's beloved woman hostage. You will take her away. As long as she is in your hands, she will be the lifeline of our brothers..."

"......what!"

However, before he could finish his words, Xie Zhiyan kicked him to the ground, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.

Nangong Lie wanted to struggle to get up, but three sharp swords were held on his neck at the same time, making him unable to move.

He stared at Jiang Huaizhou intently, and was about to say something else, but he saw Jiang Wantang sneering and curling the corners of his lips, looking at him straight with deep eyes.

Nangong Lie looked at the expression on her face, his pupils trembled, and the words that were about to come out of his mouth were stuck in his throat.

Jiang Huaizhou took Jiang Wantang hostage all the way to the highest wall at the palace gate...

Now, Ji Wuyuan and Xie Zhiyan were really panicked.

Who knows, Jiang Huaizhou might get desperate and take Jiang Wantang with him...

After all, in their opinion, Jiang Huaizhou's feelings for Jiang Wantang were very complicated and contradictory, far beyond the love between brother and sister.

The city wall is so high...

It's not impossible to die with her.

Thinking of this, Ji Wuyuan and Xie Zhiyan clenched their fists at the same time, quietly mobilized their internal energy, and prepared to leap over to rescue at any time.

Jiang Huaizhou did not allow them to get close, so the two of them could only stand far apart on both sides.

At this time, Jiang Huaizhou and Jiang Wantang were standing at the highest point of the city wall.

The cold wind blew, ruffling their hair.

Although Jiang Huaizhou held Jiang Wantang hostage with a sword, the sword in his hand did not touch her at all.

He stood on a high place, overlooking the vast night, a relieved smile on the corner of his lips.

"Tang'er..."

He called Jiang Wantang's nickname softly and gently, just like the countless times they had called her when they were children.