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"This king said that he wants to marry you——Chunyuyan will be the queen of Xiliang." Usman said with a smile, "This king knows that Dayan's marriage is about marriage, and it is enough for the king of my country to match you, the prince."

"It's as big as you!" The veins on Yan's forehead burst out.

"What a prince, how can you swear?" Usman blinked and said, "You don't want to say that you can't marry me because you are a man?"

"Of course!"

"But didn't your elder brother also marry the regent and give birth to a pair of twins?"

"Brother Huang inherits the blood of the Wuque God Clan, so he can naturally have children, and I..." Before Yan finished speaking, Usman roughly tore off his sleeves.

The exposed skin is a beautiful chestnut color, and in the area from the left shoulder to the shoulder blade, there is an extremely enchanting and voluptuous "Bi An Hua". up.

"The Wuque tire pattern is the symbol of the Wuque protoss. Those who have this pattern on their body can give birth even to men." Usman stared at the beautiful monster-like pattern, and sighed, "Yan, don't you Would you like to tell me that you tattooed this yourself?"

"——You!" Yan was shocked, annoyed, and furious by this sudden situation.

Like the emperor brother, he has never told anyone about inheriting Wuque's bloodline, even the most trusted emperor brother did not know about it. How did Usman, who is far away in Xiliang, know this.

Careful work... Yan quickly realized this, since he could obtain information about Usman from Xiliang people, naturally someone would pass his information to Usman.

It's just that there are almost no people who can see the witch's tire pattern on his body, except him...

"Your belt is bulging, what good things are you hiding?" Usman's arm was originally squeezing Yan's shoulder, but suddenly slid down.

"Bastard! What are you touching?!" The belt was torn off in twos and threes, Yan felt inexplicable palpitations, and his face was flushed.

Usman's fingers lingered back and forth, as if stroking the luscious, human lower back.

"Let me go!" A carp suddenly turned over, and Yan Leng lifted the demon Usman off his back.

However, Usman didn't look angry at all. He was holding a bamboo-leaf hosta in his hand. Judging from the emerald green soft texture and fine carving, it was obviously used by the royal family.

"This is mine! Come back!" Yan stretched out his hand to snatch it away, Usman covered Yan's face with one hand, and carefully played with the jade hairpin with the other hand, "I've seen this hairpin before...it's Emperor Dayan's beloved hairpin." I didn't expect you, my lord, to steal the property from the palace..."

"Nonsense. Brother Huang gave it to me!"

"Your imperial brother is really kind to you, and I will give you all the belongings." Usman put the hairpin into his palm, feeling its warmth.

"Brother Huang hurts me, so it's none of your business!" Yan waved Usman's hand away, "I warn you, return it to me quickly."

Usman gently inserted the hairpin into Yan's jet-black hair bun. Such a flawless and beautiful jade was really suitable for Yan, but when Usman thought of Emperor Dayan's Chunyu Aiqing wearing it, the spring breeze blowing on his face, he felt very sad. Not very comfortable.

"Chunyu Yan," Usman looked at the vigilant Yan, "this king will treat you very well, you really don't want to have my child?"

"Usman. Alf photo. Aoletulu Baches!" Yan Zhengse called out Usman's full name, and said angrily, "I don't know if your head was kicked by a camel, or what, You actually came up with such a low-level and boring idea, please listen to me, whether I am a member of the Wuque God Clan or not, whether I want to marry a wife or a man in the future, it has nothing to do with you!"

Yan had never thought about marrying, but when he mentioned marrying, he was completely dizzy with anger, and was led into the pit by Usman.

"really?"

"It's absolutely true!" Yan stared at Usman fiercely, "I will never go back on my word!"

"In this case..." Usman looked at Yan, and suddenly shouted, "Come here! There are assassins!"

"What?" Yan was stunned for a moment, before he slid out of the bed, he saw guards with long knives pouring in like a tide.

"Your Majesty!" The leader of the guards has a big bald head, and he is black and strong like a brown bear. When he stands beside the bed, the bed can shrink in half.

The rest of the guards surrounded the bed one after another. Their attire was completely different from that of the Dayan Imperial Forest Army. Their upper body was almost naked, with bows and arrows on their backs.

The guards stared at Yan solemnly, while Usman got out of bed gracefully and walked aside in a leisurely stroll.

Yan had never been surrounded by a group of semi-naked strong men before. He was a little dumbfounded by this battle, but he quickly reacted and deliberately asked in Xiliang dialect: "King of Xiliang, who do you say is an assassin?"

"Of course it's you, dressed in black, holding a sharp knife, and you still say you're not an assassin?" Usman folded his arms and said solemnly, and the two actually started talking through the guard wall.

"Of course not. I am Prince Yonghe of Dayan Kingdom, and I am Dayan's special envoy to Xiliang." Yan has dealt with horse thieves and bandits along the way, and his Xiliang dialect has improved by leaps and bounds. He said, "This black What about clothes? It's just my personal preference for dressing. This black iron dagger is my present.

A greeting gift for you. "

"Come to give gifts to the king at night?"

"Yes, I wanted to give you a little surprise." Yan gritted his teeth secretly.

"Surprise?" Usman laughed, "It's a surprise, what's the joy? I don't believe what you say."

"Believe it or not, I am the special envoy of the Great Yan Kingdom." Yan insisted, "This fact cannot be changed."

The guards were at a loss when they heard this, the assassin had an arrogant attitude, and he was plausible when he was caught, but the attitude of the lord surprised them even more. In the past, the assassins ended up being killed on the spot, how could the lord argue with him.

When Yan and the King of Xiliang confronted each other across the air, a woman with long reddish-brown braids and ruby ​​gold chains around them, and wearing a gauze skirt with a Xiliang waist strides in.

Yan Bujue stared at her, not because of her good looks, but because of her domineering aura of "the one who offends me will die" all over her body.

The guards were very respectful to her and bowed their heads to greet her, Yan thought: "Could this be a female general?"

Usman once told Yan that women in Xiliang can not only lead troops and fight but also inherit the throne, which is a very remarkable existence.

"Your Majesty, what are you doing in the middle of the night?" The woman didn't even look at Yan, but just stared at Usman with displeasure.

"Jinayali, you are the king's favorite general, so it's up to you to tell whether the man in black is an assassin or Prince Yonghe, the special envoy sent by Dayan." Usman walked to the table and picked up the The glazed flagon poured himself a glass of wine.

Only then did Jinayali glance at the guarded Yan, and said in Xiliang language, "He is not from Xiliang."

"Hmm. Then?" Usman asked while drinking.

"Come on! Put him in jail." Jinayali raised her hand and said.

"Wait a minute, if you're not from Xiliang, you will be locked up?" Yan was very dissatisfied.

"It doesn't matter where you are, I've never seen you."

"The sky is high, the land is vast, and there are many business travelers. Girl, there are so many people you haven't seen before. Why don't you arrest everyone outside?" Yan countered righteously.

"You..." Jinayali's face became even colder, and when he was about to speak, Usman interrupted: "If the king remembers correctly, the one who invited to visit was Princess Dayan, why did she come here? Prince?"

Seeing that Usman continued to attack, Yan said: "The imperial sister Kerou suddenly caught the wind and cold before leaving Beijing, and it is not easy to travel long distances, so the imperial brother ordered me to go to Xiliang as an envoy on my behalf. I intend to conclude a business agreement with your country and exchange needs. .”

"Why didn't you see the special envoy's document?" Usman asked again.

"The documents and seals of special envoys are kept by special personnel, and they are still on the way." Yan couldn't wait for the large troops to walk slowly, so he went ahead by himself, but the documents and seals must be left with them, otherwise they would not be able to enter and exit the checkpoint.

"According to what you say, there is no proof?" Usman shook his wine glass lightly and made a conclusion.

"Usman, stop playing around in circles, you know who I am!" Yan said angrily.

"Who said, this king doesn't know you at all." Usman shrugged, "But this king doesn't want to kill innocent people indiscriminately, so let's lock you up first, and then interrogate slowly."

The guard immediately stepped forward, Yan roared: "I'm not an assassin!"

"Stop talking nonsense, let's go!" All the guards pushed Yan, Yan was so angry that he wanted to kill, but he is Dayan's special envoy, this move will provoke a war between the two countries, and the emperor brother will have a headache.

How can I make it difficult for the emperor, so I can only hold back when the flames are so hot that the seven orifices are full of smoke, and the guards use long guns to carry them out of the bedroom...

"Yali, do you have something to say?" Usman asked when he saw Jinayali standing with a thoughtful expression.

"Your Majesty, he must be Prince Dayan." Jinayali said.

Usman smiled: "How did you see that?"

"Game." Jinayali said seriously, "It's not the bearing of an ordinary person, and even though the power on his body has been melted away by the incense in the palace, I still feel that his internal power is very strong, which is extraordinary."

"That's because he has learned the secret treasure of martial arts "Wu Shuang Jian Jue" from the Great Yan Kingdom. This unique book can only be inherited by those selected by the Emperor Great Yan."

""Wushuang Sword Art"?!" Jinayali exclaimed, "Is it the secret method that the old priest mentioned that can prosper the fortune of the Great Yan?"

"Correct."

"Your Majesty, do you want to get the secret martial art from him?"

"Do not."

"Do not?"

"No." Usman said, "I am not interested."

"..."

"Then why do you still keep him?" Jinayali felt incredible. For the emperor, there are always two types of people, useful and useless, simple and clear.

"This man is too arrogant," Jinayali continued, "I simply don't take Xiliang seriously. He broke into the palace at night first, even if his subordinates executed him on the spot, Emperor Dayan couldn't say no. Character."

"Emperor Dayan loves this younger brother very much. It is said that when the royal family of Dayan was in chaos, the two brothers depended on each other in the deep palace. As the saying goes, an elder brother is like a father, and the relationship is not so deep." Usman sighed, "But I didn't kill him, not because Emperor Dayan cared about him."

"That is?"

"It's just fun."

"Fun?"

"Don't you think it's fun?" Usman smiled slightly, "No matter how good his martial arts skills are, he single-handedly broke through the desert of death and the Great Gobi, and even rushed all the way to my king's bed, just to vent his anger by carving a stupid word , don't you find it interesting?"

"This..." Jinayali said, "I just think he's a fool, he came all the way to die."

"No, he didn't come to die," Usman smiled, "he came to escape."

"Escape? Could it be that someone in Dayan is chasing and killing the prince?"

"No."

"No one is chasing and killing, why run away? Your Majesty, the servants you are talking about are getting more and more confused."

"You will know later," Usman said, "he too, and he will know later."

"Escape from a life that even the prince himself doesn't know?" Jinayali felt that the puzzle was too deep for her to understand, but no one has ever figured out the mind of the lord, and it is impossible for anyone to figure it out.

Since the lord said that she will know in the future, then we will see each other later.

Jinayali wanted to resign, but Usman suddenly said, "You should put him in the Death Row Tower."

"Death Row Tower?" Jinayali stared wide-eyed, and then said that he didn't want Prince Dayan's life, so he was locked up in the Death Row Tower?

"Correct."

"Your Majesty, that is the land of Ling Chi, he might not last half a day as a stranger..."

Usman interrupted with a smile: "You just do it."

"Yes! Your servant obeys the order." Jinayali touched the ground with her right knee, bowed and saluted, and went out.

Usman came to the bedside, stretched out his hand to touch the words Yan engraved on the bedside, the force was not small, every horizontal stroke pierced the wood, it can be seen that his anger, resentment, deep, deep!

"Huh?" Usman frowned slightly, and a raised wooden thorn pierced his index finger, and blood beads immediately rushed to his white fingertips.

"Woo..." The big white wolf came behind Usman at some point, staring at Usman's finger with his eyes, growling excitedly when he saw blood.

Usman lightly licked away the blood with his fingertips, turned his head and stroked the thick wolf head, and said, "Shuangya, you are very obedient, you didn't eat him."

When Frost Fang heard the master's praise, he flicked his tail happily, and put his right paw on Usman's shoulder, wanting Usman to hug him.

"You're not a wolf cub anymore, you can't act like a baby." Usman squeezed its big white paw with a smile, and said suddenly, "Are you getting fat again?"

Shuangfang groaned and pulled the paw away, and covered the right paw with the left paw to prevent Usman from seeing it.

"You're just getting fat!" Usman looked up and down. There is no shadow of the legendary wolf king here, a fat big white bear. "You have eaten a lot of fat sheep as a tribute these days, right? Starting tomorrow You must eat sheep again, and eat chicken instead."

"——ooohoo~~~o(╥﹏╥)o"

Shuangya raised her head and cried out in mourning, that shrill cry resounded in every corner of the palace, like a strong wind, making people's hair stand on end.