The person who said this was Leng Zi'an, the King of Zhennan. He was wearing a red war robe, holding a delicate sword, full of anger on his face, and an uncontrollable anger flashed in his eyes. He was taking big steps, crossing the main entrance of the imperial study room, and walking towards him fiercely.

Seeing him coming, the emperor's face was tense. He swung his sleeves and turned around, sat back behind the dragon case, and his expression became extremely solemn compared to what had just happened.

Leng Zian went straight to the emperor and stood in front of him. He looked at Luo Lan with a side face, with condensation and harsh eyes. Then he turned the long sword in his hand. Instead of saluting, he directly raised the sword in his chest and shouted:

"Leng Zijin, I really didn't expect that I endured you for twenty years and hid you for twenty years. In the end, you still refused to let me go. You said, since Xiaozhi had an accident, is this the situation you set up? Your heart is so cruel."

“Bold.”

When the emperor heard him calling his name, he was furious. He patted the dragon desk in front of him, pointed at him, and shouted loudly in a trembling voice:

"Leng Zi'an, how could you call my name at will? And you dare to come to my imperial study with a sword. Don't you know this is a taboo in the palace? Do you want to rebel?"

Leng Zian did not feel any timid in his queries. Instead, he raised the sword in his hand, pointed it straight at the emperor without hesitation, gritted his teeth, and said word by word:

"So what about rebellion? My son is dead, and I, Leng Zi'an, is already in love with me. It's better to stop early and avenge my son so that you don't let them play with me as monkeys."

His appearance was very terrifying, like a roaring tiger, and his eyes were like they could spew out fire, making people afraid to approach.

His words made Luo Lan feel blood rushing towards her forehead. This life-and-death war between brothers seemed to be about to break out.

The emperor's face was already so angry that he pointed at Leng Zi'an with a red face and said with a wide eyes:

"You... are so outrageous, where are you here!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Leng Zian raised his hand and said without any attention:

"Hahaha, it's night now, who do you want to call? The people around you, the imperial study room, have been controlled by me, Leng Yu is sent away by me, don't expect someone to come to save you, give me a happy word now, why do you treat me like this? After twenty years, you have already firmly placed on your throne. Why do you treat me like this? Why do you still treat me like this? "

His transformation was very fast, and now in his heart, it seemed that he had already determined that Xiaozhi was injured and was planned by the emperor.

When the emperor heard these words, his whole body trembled, his face pale as paper, and his teeth were clattering loudly by him. He pointed at him and shouted at him with a hatred:

"Leng Zi'an, you are trying to rebel. Do you think my palace can be controlled by just a few thousand guards? You are so self-righteous."

Speaking of this, his face darkened, "Smack two times," he clapped his palms directly. As soon as the applause fell, a group of large inner guards dressed in imperial guards rushed out from all over the imperial study room. Some of them stood in front of the emperor. Because Luo Lan and Leng Zi'an were close, the other part directly surrounded Leng Zi'an and Luo Lan in the middle.

Liu Wei and Daming Xiaobai, who were holding a long sword, pointed directly at Leng Zi'an, with a murderous aura in his eyes.

Seeing this scene, Luo Lan, who was standing aside, was frightened and sweated. This is not a joke. This scene in front of her is a major event that concerns life and death.

Although he was besieged, Leng Zian did not have any fear. A sad and desperate gaze flashed in his eyes.

He still did not put down the long sword in his hand, but raised it above his head, turned to look at Luo Lan, and snorted coldly with gritted teeth:

"Shui Luolan, you're fooling me Leng Zi'an. Even if I die, I will take you as a cushion."

Before he finished speaking, he flashed directly behind Luo Lan. The long sword in his hand was unsheathed the sheath the moment he flashed and directly placed it on Luo Lan's neck.

The cold feeling instantly covered Luo Lan's body. She didn't expect that Leng Zian would be so impatient that he was not willing to wait for even one day.

"Uncle Emperor, why do you do this? I said that you will see Xiaozhi tomorrow, why don't you wait for one more day?"

"snort!"

Leng Zi'an's voice sounded in her ears, and his voice was filled with the coldness that could bring people into the ice cave.

"Shui Luolan, if I hadn't found someone to stare at you, your plot and Leng Zijin would have succeeded. I've seen it after you left. There was no sign of Xiao Zhi in the room where you had been guarding for nine days, but you were still pretending to be hypocritical. I know that my son has already died and I'm still fantasizing about you being able to cure him. I'm so naive."

Speaking of this, he turned the long sword in his hand and approached Luo Lan's neck a little. The sharp blade seemed to be able to cut Luo Lan's snow-white neck out of blood at any time.

Luo Lan calmed down her expression and swallowed secretly, trying to keep her heart calm and her body stable.

The long sword was placed in front of her, feeling the coldness of the long sword. If you were not afraid of it, you would be killed by a move at any time, her eyebrows and eyes slowly spoke:

"Uncle Emperor, I said that I would let you see Xiaozhi tomorrow, and I would definitely let you see it. If I don't let you see him tomorrow, I will come to see you."

"snort!"

Leng Zian's voice suddenly became sharp, and the desire to avenge his son was condensed on his fingertips. A trace of cold tears flashed across the corners of his eyes.

He tightened the hilt of the sword in his hand and roared again:

"I still want to lie to me? I'm afraid I'll fall into your trap and die with my son before tomorrow. Since that's the case, why don't I avenge him first and then accompany him?"

"Leng Zi'an..."

When the emperor, who was on the throne, saw this scene, he suddenly raised his hand to stop him, "You must not be confused. You misunderstood. I have never thought about killing you. Xiaozhi is purely an accident. Yu'er is already investigating it, and the truth will be found soon. It's still time for you to stop now."

"Stop?"

Leng Zi'an's brows raised directly, the violent color in his eyes oozing out of his eyes, a self-deprecating smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and then he said coldly:

"I can't stop. My son is dead. I, Leng Zi'an, have no descendants. If I cannot avenge him in this life, I will die better than to live."

Yan Luo, a cold gaze flashed in his eyes, and his hand also turned at this time. As long as he exerted a little force, the long sword would go straight into Luo Lan's carotid artery. Even Luo Lan, who was full of medical skills, knew deeply that once a human artery was cut and not treated in time, he would bleed and die.

But at this time Leng Zian could no longer listen to any of her explanations. He didn't know that Xiaozhi was in her operating room. He only saw that the room was empty. He had already predicted that Xiaozhi had encountered an unexpected situation. How could he not be anxious?
Chapter completed!