Dressed in ancient times to be a master of women's clothing

Chapter 78

Although Song Yu himself had no good intentions towards him at the beginning, it was not that he did not treat him as a friend during the process of getting along with each other.

So when the other party really wanted to kill him, Song Yu still had infinite disappointment and fear of him.

Yin Fan took a deep breath and covered Song Yu's eyes with his hand, "Don't look at me like that."

"I'm going to kill you, but... I'll let you live again, although, by then, you won't be you anymore."

The question in Song Yu's eyes was even worse. He heard that there were some secret techniques in ancient times that could control the dead. Could it be that getting his body was Yin Fan's goal?

That's right, killing him for no reason like this will not gain any benefit. Treating yourself as a puppet can be said to be the most in line with his idea of ​​"chess piece".

Yin Fan suddenly tilted his head, and there was a trace of strangeness in his eyes. Then he thought: "However, you will still be my wife at that time... It seems not bad that you really belong to me."

There was a sneer on the corner of his lips, and his tone became cold: "Forget it, you will still be snatched away by Yin Huaiyu in the end. I don't want to be snatched away by him again."

Song Yu didn't know anything about the grievances between the two, and Yin Fan didn't intend to explain, so he took out an exquisite dagger and put it on his white neck, and said softly: "Be good, I will be very gentle." , I won’t scratch your beautiful body. I like you who are so beautiful.”

The cold blade on his neck made Song Yu's eyes widen, and goosebumps all over his body, as if the sharp blade could cut through his fragile skin and blood vessels in an instant, and the sense of fear in his heart rose to the highest level. .

At the very moment, the carved wooden door of the wedding room burst open, and in a burst of dust, Yin Huaiyu's figure appeared, like a savior, and the image in Song Yu's heart was instantly unparalleled.

He breathed a sigh of relief, feeling a sense of relief that he had never felt before—as if, he had been waiting for this moment to come.

Seeing Song Yu's strangely stiff body lying in Yin Fan's arms, and he was still holding a shiny dagger in his hand, Yin Huaiyu's expression turned serious, and he shouted, "Yin Fan, what did you do to him?"

The blow like an arrow from the string made Yin Fan's arm go numb, and the dagger rolled to the ground, a trace of blood emerged from the corner of his mouth, staining his pale lips red, giving him a flirtatious beauty.

After successfully snatching Song Yu from Yin Fan's arms, Yin Huaiyu protected him behind him, facing Yin Fan with infinite hostility.

"Hey, I'm here to snatch a kiss. So you like her so much?" Yin Fan wiped the corner of his mouth, and even smiled, looking at Song Yu with a little fanaticism in his eyes.

Even though his plan was interrupted, his desire to get the princess did not decrease but increased.

"Yin Fan, you are so courageous!" Unable to bear Yin Fan's coveted eyes, Yin Huaiyu wished he could tear out his eyeballs and punch him directly.

Unexpectedly, Yin Fan got up steadily and took it. His legs were straight and his lower body was solid. How could he look like a person who was bedridden for a long time?

Yin Huaiyu gritted his teeth faintly, showed a disdainful smile, and showed even more arrogance in his eyes, "It turns out that you are so secretive, it seems that you have made a lot of bad ideas to recharge your energy——"

Ever since Yin Huaiyu appeared, Yin Fan seemed to be a different person, with no trace of his soft and quiet aura left.

The sinister eyes seemed to be possessed by a demon, and every move was fierce, with a clean evil spirit, and he was able to fight Yin Huaiyu evenly.

Yin Huaiyu frowned, seeing clearly that his moves were all aimed at his own fate, even if he used palms that drained his vitality, he would not hesitate, as if there was a bloody feud between the two.

"You hate me?"

The two rarely had contact with each other, so it stands to reason that they wouldn't have any troubles.

Yin Fan was often bullied by other princes when he was young, but Yin Huaiyu didn't bother to participate in these tricks. He never offended Yin Fan, why would he hate himself so much?

Yin Fan's eyes were already red, and when Yin Huaiyu restrained his breath, he attacked fiercely, "You are her son, and you are not a good thing. Why have you been so smooth since childhood, but I am like a maggot in the gutter Do you want to be a waste without seeing the sun?"

Yin Huaiyu frowned, and with some difficulty blocked his intensive offensive: "You annoy me, you scold me alone, why did you bring my mother with you?"

The queen mother in my impression has started to practice Buddhism seven years ago, and her temperament is becoming more and more gentle. How could she still provoke a prince.

"Because your mother is a murderer with a heart of snakes and scorpions. Without your mother, how do you think you got the position of crown prince? Why do you think my mother died suddenly and tragically?"

Yin Fan revealed the truth of the palace secrets with cold eyes, while Yin Huaiyu was thinking blankly, he suddenly pulled out a second sharp knife and stabbed him in the abdomen.

"Huaiyu——" Song Yu suddenly struggled to prop up his upper body. When he got excited, the acupoints were slightly opened. Although he still couldn't move, he could at least move his body. I don't know how much willpower it took to control his hands. The feet rushed towards him.

Yin Huaiyu's eyes went dark, and the severe pain slowly spread to the nerves of his whole body. Although he immediately gave Yin Fan a palm, the power was already greatly reduced.

Seeing Yin Fan, who was full of hatred, holding the blood-stained dagger again, Song Yu threw himself on it without thinking about it, and was mentally prepared to block Yin Huaiyu.

But the expected pain did not appear, Song Yu was crushed to the ground instead, Yin Huaiyu supported him with both hands, protecting him tightly with her back.

"Silly, why would you block the knife for me?"

After the weak voice finished speaking, the blood dripping from the corner of the person's mouth dripped onto Song Yu's face, Yin Huaiyu's body softened with a bang, and he fell down completely, pressing on Song Yu's body.

At this time, all the acupuncture points have been untied, and the blood is surging all over the body, but the limbs are so cold.

Song Yu touched the sticky marks on his face stiffly, and put it in front of his eyes—it was sticky, dazzling blood.

It was Yin Huaiyu's blood.

Yin Huaiyu stuffed a small ammunition into his palm, and Song Yu released it towards the sky without hesitation. This signal instantly alarmed all the elite hidden guards in the palace.

The sound of the two fighting was quite loud, if it wasn't for the noise of the departing guests to temporarily cover up, and the nearby maids and eunuchs were dismissed by Yin Fan in advance, the imperial guards in the palace would have arrived even faster.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Yin Fan frowned, took a deep look at Song Yu, and turned to leave.

Song Yu didn't care about Yin Fan any more, subconsciously felt that so many imperial guards would not let him escape alone, and the most urgent task was to deal with Yin Huaiyu's wound.

Because he was all on his body, the overflowing blood stained his whole body. Song Yu frowned tightly, and while covering Yin Huaiyu's wound with cloth to stop the bleeding, he called out to the imperial doctor to have him carried to the hospital. Intrauterine treatment.

The two personal servants came after hearing the news, and seeing her princess covered in blood, Li Xiang almost fainted, and Bi Yuan also took out a handkerchief to wipe Song Yu's hands and face with rain, and all the pink handkerchiefs It was stained red, and one could imagine how much blood Yin Huaiyu had shed.

"Princess, don't cry, the servant looks distressed."

As soon as the maid said, Song Yu came to his senses and touched his cold cheek, only to realize that when he saw Yin Huaiyu's pale cheek, he also shed tears unknowingly, and his chin was wet.

Yin Huaiyu's injuries were serious. Unlike Song Yu's body who planned to kill him meticulously, Yin Fan wanted to put him to death with hatred. The slash in the abdomen and the slash in the back were all close to the vitals. If it wasn't for him With a strong body and strong bones, it has long been a blessing in disguise.

Although he was already in a coma, Yin Huaiyu held onto Song Yu's hand tightly all the time. Even though the two maidservants persuaded him to go back to rest, Song Yu couldn't let go. beside the bed.

Looking at the blood in the pots, Song Yu's eyes also turned black, as if his own blood was flowing, and the blood vessels were aching.

Several imperial doctors finally changed Yin Huaiyu into new clothes and bandaged the wound. Song Yu breathed a sigh of relief, moved his stiff hands, and whispered helplessly in his ear: "It's safe now, you can let go of your hands now." ——I won’t leave, I’ll be with you all the time, okay?”

Gently squeezed Yin Huaiyu's tense shoulder muscles. The unconscious man miraculously understood his words, and finally relaxed. Song Yu twisted his sore wrist to relieve it, and immediately held it with both hands again. His palm, so that he can close his eyes with peace of mind.

The author has something to say: Thank you Uncle Cat for your bullying and Gu Mushu for throwing mine! ! ! (hugging the patron's thigh) Thank you Mao, Yu Chuan and other students for your comments~~

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