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Chapter 1271 Massacre

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    "No wonder these people dare to attack my sister. It turns out" After Long Yeqing finished speaking, he looked at Anyi with a very sympathetic look, "Sister, what will you do in the future?"

    "Your sister, I'm fine!" An Yi couldn't help but stretched out his hand and tapped Long Yeqing's chest, "And I cured your serious illness, how do you plan to repay me?"

    Long Yeqing paused for a moment: "Sister seems to have already received the consultation fee 50,000 taels"

    An Yi felt regretful and wanted to chop off her own hand. Why couldn't she help it? She cheated Feng Qingchen out of fifty thousand taels, and Feng Qingchen must have found a way to get it back from Long Yeqing.

    "Well, your life can't be worth fifty thousand taels, right? And your wish has come true!" An Yi then saw the coffin behind the cavalry. It seems that Concubine Yong's bones will be buried in the imperial mausoleum!

    Long Ye¡¯s eyes flashed and he nodded: ¡°Sister is right, don¡¯t worry, I will protect you in the future!¡±

    An Yi nodded with satisfaction and patted Long Yeqing on the shoulder: "This is what you said, don't forget it!"

    Long Yeqing smiled: "I will never forget it!"

    An Yi asked the carriage to step aside and signaled Long Yeqing to hurry over with the coffin.

    Long Yeqing nodded and led the people away.

    Looking at the coffin and remembering Long Yeqing's helpless appearance that day, An Yi's mood improved a little.  It seems that today is not all bad luck.

    A Bing entered the Guangping Palace and whispered something to Leng Jiu. Leng Jiu nodded and A Bing walked out quickly.

    Leng Jiu entered the room and reported in a deep voice: "Master, he belongs to the prince!"

    Feng Qingchen slowly put down the black ones in his hand, and a large number of the white ones were killed.

    Leng Jiu sighed, this prince is too impatient!

    In front of the Prince's Hall, dozens of prisoners were driven and stood in a row in a corner not far from the Prince's Hall.  The soles of these prisoners' feet were all tied with heavy iron chains, and their cheeks were pressed against the red robes, golden armor and cold swords. They were all frightened and kept begging for mercy, until they alerted Long Yeli in the prince's hall.

    Long Yeli came with Sun Bafu and Luan Liuming. When he saw the prisoners clearly, he couldn't help but clenched his hands.

    "Isn't that Prince Xima Liu Jian? That's the Prince's Palace's Lieutenant General Yu Lin, and the Imperial Servant" When Sun Bafu looked at these people, he couldn't help but widen his eyes. These people are all the Crown Prince's confidants.  Ah, now these twenty people, all dressed in prison clothes, stood in front of the Prince's Palace in utter embarrassment.

    "Prince, help me!" As soon as those people saw Long Yeli, they all knelt on the ground and started wailing.

    Feng Qingchen was dressed in black, covered with light ink flowers and branches. The mask had been removed from her face, and a big thorn was pressed against her beautiful face. She bent her beautiful eyes in pleasure, and was very interested.  Pulling a person in front of him, his jade-white fingers stretched out as seductively as green onions, and he glanced lazily at Long Yeli, who had a pale face: "Chen Weiming, you are a third-grade Taipao. It took a lot of effort to sit in this seat."  Don¡¯t worry too much, right? By the way, the purple glazed lamp you bought from Jinshengzhai should be with the second-grade general Zhongli Yingming, right?"

    Zhongli Yingming is the queen's maternal cousin.

    Chen Weiming was so frightened that he trembled all over. He didn't expect that King Guangping even knew about this matter. He was originally from the Eighth Prince and had only recently dealt with the Fifth Prince's people. How could the secret be revealed so easily?

    The cold sweat on Chen Weiming's back formed a stream, soaking even the thick court clothes. His legs softened and he knelt on the ground.

    Long Yeli asked in a deep voice: "Uncle Huang, what are you doing?" (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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