The small concubine-colored embroidered shoes have a butterfly on the upper, but instead embroidered a pair of bats with small rubies inlaid with their eyes. Although they look a little weird, their embroidery skills are delicate and they modify the foot shape and make the thin and thin feet look more delicate. One foot stepped over the high threshold, and the other foot slowly followed slowly. As they walked, their steps were light and silent, and the lotus steps were sequential. The skirt embroidered with Manzhu Shahua also surged like water. The enchanting blood-colored red shore flower seemed to bloom quietly as she moved.

The hand holding the jade token tightened slightly, and Yang Jian's smile became deeper and deeper.

As she walked slowly into the hall, she heard the different eyes and low voices of the people without hearing, and turned a blind eye. She just bowed deeply and said, "The envoy of the Tai Chi Palace, on the order of the palace master, came to the Sui Emperor's Mansion to celebrate the birthday of the emperor. I wish the emperor good luck every year and good health every year." Her every move was so well-trained, dignified and elegant, impeccable, and with such a demeanor, even the teaching aunt in the palace couldn't help but admire her.

What kind of person is the Tai Chi Palace Master who can train such a subordinate?

The lobby suddenly became silent. The Tai Chi Palace in the world is well-known even in the court and the country.

"A few days ago, your palace master asked Miss Bingxia to come to me to discuss matters. I have not considered it yet, and Miss Bingxia has not yet responded. Your palace master sent you, the envoy of Gala, to celebrate my birthday. Do you want to urge me in the name of birthday celebration?" Yang Jian raised his thin lips and smiled, "But I have always been patient with beauty. I heard that the envoy of Gala is the closest celebrity of the Palace Master of Tai Chi Palace. I think he is also a beautiful woman who is fascinating to the whole country. Unfortunately, it's fine now that he doesn't look like a little girl. Why do you still look like a little girl who has not grown up? Is this how the name of Gala is also?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Mei Ji beside him couldn't help laughing sweetly. The laughter was like a fuse, and the guests in the lobby burst into laughter in an instant.

Indeed, although this Gala was genius and had extraordinary behavior, she was extremely petite Gala, who was a little smaller and thinner than an ordinary woman. If she hadn't had a graceful figure, she would have looked like a thirteen or fourteen-year-old girl.

Standing quietly, she was in laughter, as if she hadn't heard it.

After drinking the wine in the glass, Yang Jian narrowed his eyes, raised his wrist and flew out of his hands, and flew to Gala in the hall with a "swoosh" sound, and dropped the hat and curtain on her head to the ground.

She still stood there motionlessly, but under the hat, she was wearing a delicate mask, and the mask was outlined with complex brushwork, which was as red as blood. The small face as big as a palm showed only a pair of eyes, a pointed chin, and a cherry lips like peach blossom petals, with a well-trained smile on her lips.

But even when Yang Jian's eyes touched him, they couldn't help but tremble.

How could such a weak and delicate woman have such cold eyes? He has seen many iceberg beauties, but the coldness in these eyes is not the reserved and arrogant coldness; he has seen many powerful generals who kill without blinking, but the coldness in these eyes is not the kind of decisive and cruelty. In these eyes is a complete ruthlessness, complete indifference, and completely... death spirit. It is simply a pair of eyes that only people who have no thoughts about everything in the world have.

The hat curtain was knocked down, and the laughter was even louder, but those eyes were still looking at Yang Jian with coldness, without any anger or panic, and even the smile on the corner of his lips was not reduced: "I am the posture of a servant, the emperor's noble eyes, so it is natural. In addition to congratulating the emperor on his birthday, I also come to congratulate the emperor on his double happiness."

"Oh?" Yang Jian touched his chin with interest, "Why did the saying of double happiness?"

The smile on the corner of the Galla messenger's lips was even more intense: "The emperor's life is a joy. This second joy is the joy of the Bingxia envoy who came a few days ago. I heard that Bingxia was in a good state, and the emperor fell in love with her when she saw her, and this was also a good story."

Yang Jian was stunned and then laughed loudly. The laughter was not stopped, but Gala continued to laugh and said, "After hearing about this, the palace master also felt that it should be a beauty for a human being, so today I asked my servant to come with a dowry and a birthday gift, hoping to end the matter."

When he heard this, not only Yang Jian, but also everyone here was stunned. It seemed that the Lord of Tai Chi Palace sent Bingxia to discuss matters with the emperor a few days ago. Unexpectedly, the Emperor was arrogant and domineering. Not only did he not reply, he took on the girl Bingxia and took her away. The Lord of Tai Chi Palace not only did not care about the emperor's contempt and unreason, but asked someone to send the dowry, saying that it was to become a beautiful woman. Isn't this clearly showing the ambition of others and destroying his own majesty? Not to mention a famous force like Tai Chi Palace, even an ordinary sect can't stand such insults.

"It's just that there are palace rules for the Tai Chi Palace. If a woman in the palace is in love with others, she can only choose to take that person as a male favor or become a husband and wife. In any case, she cannot be a concubine. The palace master Nian Bingxia has a humble identity, but the emperor is noble, so she doesn't think about the former. Bingxia will be exempted from the position of envoy and stay in the emperor's mansion to be the queen." She smiled and the people below couldn't help but burst into trouble.

The Meiji who had been serving the wine by Yang Jian couldn't help but shouted in a sweet voice: "Tai Chi Palace is a lion who opens his mouth and bullies people too much! A mere maid who runs errands in the world is already a blessing to be taken by the emperor, but she still wants to be the queen's throne. She is simply shameless!"

"That's right, don't look at how much you weigh."

"Shh... I heard that this Tai Chi Palace is very evil, maybe it's another plan."

The little man was in the lobby, looking at Yang Jian who was playing with cold eyes, and smiled even more gentlely: "I wonder what the emperor wants?"

Yang Jian sighed softly: "The Palace Master of Tai Chi Palace is well-trained. That girl Bingxia is really very considerate. Unfortunately, her beauty has a poor life. She died two days ago." As she said that, she threw the jade plaque in her hand to the edge of her skirt. "I feel very uncomfortable, so I might as well apologize. I will consider the business you Palace Master proposed."

To be sent to the emperor, the emperor not only greedy for beauty and plays with the envoys of Tai Chi Palace, but also makes the fragrance and jade damage. He just puts pressure on the other party by talking about transactions. He clearly wants to give Tai Chi Palace a warning - what about the first palace in the world? At the foot of the emperor, these mobs are simply things that cannot be put on the table.

The messenger of Gala bent down and picked up the jade token and sighed softly, as if he was not surprised. He just said casually: "Your Majesty knows that there are two types of messengers in Tai Chi Palace, one is a messenger, and the other is a messenger? As the name suggests, the messenger is responsible for conveying the order, and the messenger is responsible for executing it, while the messenger is both good. So not only does the meaning of the palace master reach the throne, but also needs to implement it. Therefore, the emperor makes it difficult for me to do things." She sighed and suddenly smiled, "Fortunately, I have planned it for a long time, and this matter is not too difficult. Come, carry the things up."

The nine-mouthed boxes were carried into the hall in turn. The gold-patterned lotus flowers on the painted red box were shining brightly, covered with red silk and placed around her, which was quite like a dowry.

Yang Jian smiled coldly: "A person cannot be resurrected when he dies. Can you still make me marry and keep your pride for a dead maid?"

After covering his lips, Gala giggled, and a silver bell-like laughter fell all over the ground: "The Emperor is really good at joking. How can the Emperor be the Lord of the Emperor make a yin relationship?" As he said, he turned his body gracefully, and a strong wind came out with a wave of his sleeve. A cold light flashed in his eyes, but the laughter was even softer and soft. "It's just that the emperor and Bingxia fell in love at first sight. It's a good story. The couple should have a deep love. Regarding what love in the world, they can help people to live and die. Even on the road to the underworld, they should still rely on each other, right?"

The strong wind slammed the lid of the box, and the snow-white paperware flying out of the box suddenly flew all over the sky, all of which were made of paper-paste dowry! Her light red figure also shot out like an arrow from the string, and passed through the snow-like paper sheets like butterflies, flashing straight towards Yang Jian! In an instant, the banquet that was originally singing and dancing was in chaos, the screams of the maids, and the sound of the broken sound of the guests slamming overturning the bowls, cups and plates while running away were heard.

"The little gangster, I don't know how to live or die!" Yang Jian shouted sternly, "Take it down for me!"

Before he finished speaking, dozens of black figures were floating down the beam, and the weapons in his hand were shining with a cold light, and the Marquis's Mansion secretly guarded!

"Explode!" Garo shouted coldly at the same time, and a whip of more than meter in his hand was added. With the sound of a whip, the paper-paste dowry in the sky burst into pieces and burst into purple smoke. Several secret guards could not react and fell to the ground with a snorkeling.

Turning a deaf ear to her companion's fall, the dark figure flew towards her, but she almost turned into a light red crossing the terrifying dark formation. The fierce battle was invisible, but it flashed lightly like a thunderous blow. The defense of dozens of people had not even made a scream, and she tore a hole open by her. If it weren't for the collision of weapons like big beads falling from the jade plate and the muffled sound of ** being hit, almost everyone present would have thought that all the secret guards of the Marquis' Mansion had been sold, and now they were just acting.

But the splashing blood beads and the strong smell of blood almost blinded everyone's senses. This was not a defense battle, but a one-sided massacre. Her movements were clean and beautiful, and her whip was gentle as if Guanyin held a willow branch and sprinkled holy water to save all living beings, but her movements brought not redemption, but death. The curve of the corners of her lips was as enchanting as the blood beads scattered under the light. Such a smile was simply unreasonable, crazy, and easily waiting for people to think of the legendary bloody Shura.

It is simply a beautiful poisonous butterfly, which is not sucking nectar, but human blood.

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