When he arrived at the door, Yan Mama (Yan Fei) was waiting for him. When he saw him, he said, "Li... the imperial carriage of Yuehuang has arrived. The girl comes with me-"

As he said that, he pulled his arm and squeezed forward, trying to take him to occupy a favorable position, because Xiashui Street was already crowded at this moment. Except for the street being intercepted and guarded by officers and soldiers, an empty long street was cleared out and no one was allowed to pass, the shops along the street were so crowded that they could not even insert a needle.

The chaos is now, and there is no need to lose it!

In order to protect Wang He, Yan Fei urgently summoned other guards.

His men were approaching.

Ten feet away, Yu Zhen and Jin Hai also squeezed here desperately, and everyone around them angrily complained about "What is the girl's house rushing around?" Yu Zhen ignored it, and Jin Hai ignored it even more, just wanted to step to Wang He.

With the melodious drum music, the moon emperor's carriage came winding, and Wang He searched for the wits without blinking, looking for the figure that made him dream of.

But what did he see?

Two Month Emperor!

One rides on the imperial chariot and the other rides on the Zi Huajiao.

One is Li Hanyao and the other is watching chess.

Wang He's eyes immediately stuck to Li Hanyao's face and looked at her carefully:

She was wearing a bright yellow embroidered blue dragon dragon robe, with two fingers wide belts playing with pearls and jade belts, with a slender waist that was not enough to hold. Her hem was wide and layered and draped, and looked like a women's skirt. She was covered with a cigarette gauze cardigan with wide sleeves flowing clouds, which were also bright yellow, and also embroidered with a blue dragon. Because the garland was light and hazy, like clouds. As the movement of the imperial chariot, the green dragons seemed to be shuttled through the clouds, flying in the clouds, and fog, lifelike.

Look at the crown on my head, just like the one displayed in the queen's portrait at the exhibition, with a hovering flying dragon as the base, holding a pearl on the dragon's mouth, looking at each other at the end, holding a full moon carved by white jade. Around the full moon, twenty-eight bright jewelry are guarded, forming the momentum of stars surround the moon. Wang He has seen the empress dowager and the queen's phoenix crown. Compared with the complex and heavy phoenix crown, the crown of the moon emperor is small and exquisite, and it is not without its luxurious majesty, which is very compatible with Li Hanyao's wise and lively temperament.

After finishing the examination, Wang He commented: This queen's outfit is noble, fresh and lively, making people shine and very appropriate.

With the intention of contrast, he looked at Guanqi again. It was also a dragon robe and crown. Guanqi's outfit was much more luxurious and complex than Li Hanyao. With just one glance, he looked away and no longer had the interest to look carefully.

Unlike most people's opinions, Wang He thought that Li Hanyao's demeanor and majesty were not comparable to watching chess. The momentum of watching chess was all brought out, and Li Hanyao's national beauty was natural. She stood in the center of thousands of people, with her every frown and smile, and her behavior was as casual as the girl's charm and agility not only did not damage her imperial power, but instead made her as fresh as the morning dew of flowers and morning dew, and also as bright as the sunshine.

This is the queen in his heart!

Li Hanyao sat on the imperial chariot, looking down at all living beings, among the crowd like ants, and grabbed the woman wearing a hat at first glance, and her heartbeat suddenly accelerated:

Wang He is here!

Is it here to prevent her from ascending the throne?

Want to decide the outcome with her?

Li Hanyao guessed Wang He's purpose in her heart, just like fighting with him on a chessboard face to face, looking forward to his back moves; from a hostile standpoint, she has no hostility towards him, only a magnet-like desire.

She smiled at Wang He and signaled.

Wanghe Xinhu Lake was turbulent, and the spring breeze suddenly rose. Through the hanging veil, I felt that the beauty on the imperial chariot was hazy and distant, like the goddess of Wushan. She was unclear and could not find it. He thought the veil was in a way, so he simply lifted up the veil.

The two people's eyes collided in the air, sparking sparks.

"Bang--"

It really exploded!

Both of them were shocked and woke up from the beauty. Several cold lights shot towards Zihualiu in front of the ceremonial guard, and there was another explosion of thunderbolt bombs, the sound of muskets, screams, and scoldings. The people and literati who were watching the fun were crowded and fleeing in scattered.

Li Hanyao was stunned-

Why did you go to watch the chess again?

She raised her red-soft hand and made an action gesture.

A woman screamed: "Long live the Moon Emperor!"

Suddenly, the echoes were like a tide.

The big girls, young wives, and old ladies all moved and attacked the assassins who appeared. Some used guns, some used knives, some used spatulas, some hit hammers, some sprinkled pepper powder... The various weapons stunned the literati. Everyone thought: This unexpected method, like Li Hanyao planned, was only guarding against men, who could think that all the weak women turned into tigresses?

Despite this, Wang He was still shocked, fearing that Li Hanyao would make mistakes. He looked stern and shouted to Yan Fei: "Protect the Moon Emperor!"

Yan Fei replied with a clang: "Yes!"

Wang He added: "It's the one on the imperial chariot."

Yan Fei was stunned. To be honest, he was also confused when facing the two moon emperors. He had met Li Hanyao in the Battle of the East China Sea, but at this moment he was very suspicious: The moon emperor on the imperial chariot was fake, and the one riding on the Zihualiu was real. Because Li Hanyao was accustomed to playing tricks of fictitiousness, how could he face the danger directly?

But Wang He's advice reminded him: He was wrong.

Wang He ordered: "Go quickly!"

Yan Fei did not care about asking questions and hurriedly ordered his subordinates to take action.

So, a group of people rushed into the crowd, all like wolves and tigers.

Yan Fei stayed firmly by Wang He.

It happened that an assassin pretended to be a vicious woman, and he mingled near them. He quietly took out a short gun in the chaos, raised his hand and snatched the motive.

When Wang He saw him aiming at the imperial chariot, he was shocked and hurriedly raised his hand, tugging the crossbow arrow in his sleeve, and two cold lights shot out.

The evil woman moved when she heard the wind, shook her body, avoided Wang He's crossbow arrow, and her hand was shot. Looking at the side of the imperial chariot, the guards of the vine armor army had already raised a solid shield and protected the imperial chariot tightly. The ammunition shot by the evil woman hit the shield, sparks splashed, and the vine armor army was on alert.

Ling Han turned over the imperial chariot and protected Li Hanyao. His eyes sharply glanced at the crowds of people on the street, and found the real murderer at first glance.

Li Hanyao also saw Wang He helping him at a critical moment. Although she might not be shot without Wang He, Wang He might not be shot. However, Wang He acted subconsciously, which still made her happy. Honey water gushed out of her heart, and she pulled it like a candy silk, wrapping around, wrapping her heart and wrapping it into a candy core.

sweet!

Hardcore sweetness!

The thick one cannot be melted!

Yan Fei had already rushed towards the woman.

The evil woman was very angry when she failed. She turned around and wanted to see which hateful guy was ruining her good deeds. She turned around and met Yan Fei's fierce gaze. She was surprised and thought: This woman's face is so fierce, even more fierce than me. Seeing that she was dressed as a wife, how could a man marry such a Yasha woman?

The man who was sympathizing with Yasha Po in his heart, Yan Fei had already killed him. His moves and strength were not comparable to ordinary women. Looking at the big hand like a palm fan, the face covered with powder was ferocious because of the force, and a black beard stake faintly burst out from his chin. The assassin didn't understand: this Yasha Po was dressed as a man, but he almost cheated him.

The two yakshapos fought each other.
Chapter completed!