By decree and pro

Chapter 147 Deep Palace Assassin?

"Of course I beat myself." Usman turned around and changed his words very quickly, "How can I be willing to beat the child."

"Yu'er, don't be afraid, your father is hard-hearted and soft-hearted, as long as you are born safely, you will suffer all kinds of hardships for your father." Yan stroked his belly from top to bottom, "But, I think your father was not happy that day. It's good."

"Hey, after all, Yanyan understands me. The pain is in your body and in my heart." Usman put his arms around Yan's shoulder and kissed him on the forehead, "Yanyan, let me carry you up, they have prepared a tent , let's rest for a while and then go back to the bedroom."

"Okay." After eating enough, soaking in hot springs enough, and having a baby's name, Yan felt that everything was ready and the only thing left was to give birth.

Usman carried Yan to the tent in the forest. There was a stove inside, which was very warm. Usman personally changed Yan's clothes and rested on the soft couch with him.

Yan fell asleep soon, and Usman felt a little uneasy in his heart for some reason, probably seeing that Yan's belly was so big, it seemed that he could give birth at any time, so he must be nervous.

And the last few days... Dan Erman was too quiet, as if he didn't exist at all. He even complained a few times when the tower of priests was destroyed before, but now there is no sound.

Yan's head suddenly slid to Usman's shoulder, Usman smiled and sighed secretly: "Forget it, even if you measure him, you won't be able to make waves."

Usman kissed Yan's forehead lightly, then closed his eyes.

At dawn, the cold wind rushes across the forest leaves, making loud noises.

A few gusts of wind penetrated into the gaps in the tent, blowing the candles on the table and the curtains on the soft couch to sway.

Under the light of the flickering candlelight, a head of jet-black and shiny long hair showed a bit of blurred color.

Thick and slender black eyelashes drooped slightly, and those deep black eyes also reflected the candlelight, shining brightly, looking down on Yan's flushed face from deep sleep.

Dan Erman raised his hand, and lightly touched the strand of messy hair on Yan's right cheek with the tip of his index finger, gently moved it away, and put it behind Yan's ear, and lightly touched his slightly reddened hair with his finger. earlobe.

"Chun Yuyan..." Her bow-like lips moved, but no sound came out.

The wind outside became louder, and the roof of the tent was rattled and shaken. Although it would not collapse, it was very noisy.

Dan Erman slowly got up and opened the bed curtains, and there was no palace servant standing outside the soft couch. It seems that during these years when Usman was in power, the control of servants in the palace has become more and more relaxed.

But for him, it's a good thing.

Dan Erman looked at the swaying tent roof, if this continues, Yan will be woken up by the sound of the wind.

Denleman tiptoed off the bed, took the brocade cloak hanging on the hanger, and went back to the bed.

Yan slept soundly like a baby, probably after choosing the name of the child, a big stone fell from his heart.

Danerman heard Yan talking in his sleep more than once during his afternoon nap: "No, it can't be called Wangwang, what kind of name is this...", "Usman bastard..." "You can't do it either, you bumped into Brother Huang... Brother Huang... How did you come?"

Usman definitely didn't know that since Yan became pregnant, he often dreamed of going back to Dayan's palace, and all he spoke was Dayan's language.

It is said that day and night have dreams, maybe Yan doesn't want to stay in Xiliang forever, his heart still belongs to Dayan.

Denleman moved gently as if scooping up a handful of dandelions, lifted Yan from the couch, put on the cloak, tied the short belt, and put on the hood.

Dan Erman stared at Yan for a while, and seemed to think that he looked younger than his actual age in his deep sleep, defenseless.

Then he hugged Yan who was tightly wrapped in the cloak, walked out of the tent slowly, and went to the bedroom.

The whistling wind blew on the hood of the cloak, and Yan's strands of black hair swayed with the wind, making his face itchy, but he frowned, resisting waking up, and turned his face to the thick "Usman" Something happened to his chest.

Dan Erman's steps paused, but he quickly continued to walk forward, his steps were very steady, and Yan fell into a deep sleep again in his warm embrace...

It was dawn, and most of the candles in the palace were blown out by the wind, before they could be lit.

Jinayali, who was in armor, was walking like flying in the corridor. She had just returned to the palace and wanted to send the latest battle report to the king.

Some time ago, she settled the war between the Yinyue tribe and the Aruba tribe, and suppressed the eagerness of the tribal chiefs of the so-called wealthy countries, but she was still not afraid of death, and wanted to be the king of the middle.

The first to bear the brunt was the leader of the Anchaker tribe. He led a group of warriors who called themselves the "Demon Slaying Queen" to raid the Wuwei camp stationed in Moaro City, causing more than [-] people to be killed or injured in the Wuwei camp.

According to the king's instructions, Jinayali encircled and wiped out the Anchakel tribe, and she was born in the Anchaker tribe, and the leader Jina Shake was her uncle.

This kind of righteous killing of relatives, completely forgetting the old feelings, received an excellent deterrent effect. Jinasak was defeated and sued for peace. He also said that he planned to withdraw from the position of patriarch and let the eldest son inherit it.

The inheritance of the position of the patriarch of a tribe needs the permission of the emperor, so Jinayali rushed back non-stop to ask the emperor for instructions.

In addition, it is too cheap for Jinasak, an old slicker, to abdicate after provoking a war and provoking the royal power. Jinayali thinks that the king probably wants to confiscate more than half of the population, property and land of the Anchakel tribe , to warn others.

This time the treatment was ruthless, and next time no one would dare to take the lead in "killing the demon queen".

Jinayali thought that these messy battles could finally come to an end, and she was able to see Shen Fangyu, and even more excitedly, she quickened her pace and went to the harem.

The guards in the harem had just finished changing shifts, and they were already used to Jinayali "straight into" the king's and queen's bedrooms with military intelligence.

Jinayali saw Shen Fangyu leading Dayan's elite soldiers on patrol at a glance. Both of them had official duties, looked at each other, smiled at each other, and then hurriedly looked away.

Jinayali entered the dormitory after saluting properly, but Ilya was not there, so she must still be asleep in the small room next door, but Your Majesty always gets up early.

Jinayali looked into the luxuriously furnished bedroom, and she really saw Junshang standing beside the huge bed, there was no light inside, and the dim morning light could only see Junshang's handsome silhouette.

His brow bones are shaved, his nose bridge is straight, and his profile alone is as handsome as poetry.Jinayali fought in the north and south, and has seen many people, but he has never seen anyone who is more handsome and extraordinary than Jun Shang.

A smile could not help appearing on the corner of her mouth, she tiptoed forward a few steps and saluted, "Your Majesty."

Jinayali knew that the king didn't want to wake up the queen, so she lowered her voice and signaled that the king had a new battle report.

But Jun Shang still stood by the bed without saying a word, as if he couldn't bear to take his eyes off the sleeping person in the bed.

Jinayali used to be jealous when she saw that the king favored Prince Dayan, but now she knew very well that she was just a subject of the king, and she would be satisfied as long as she could be loyal to the king in this life.

"...Your Majesty?" After waiting and waiting, Usman still remained silent, and Jinayali raised her head in wonder.

A ray of morning sun broke through the clouds, like a sharp arrow cutting through the dark shadows in the hall.

"What?!" Jinayali gasped, and slammed his right hand towards the dagger at his waist. The man in front of him stood awkwardly, his waist-length black hair gleaming coldly in the morning light.

"—Derman?!" Jinayali's eyes widened.

I saw a flash of Danerman's figure, like a lightning strike directly behind Jinayali. Before Jinayali pulled out the dagger and turned around, he fell limply to the ground, and the fine iron dagger fell off. It fell into the hands of Dan Erman.

Dan Erman stared blankly at Jinayali who was knocked out by him, then put the dagger in his hand on the flower table beside him, returned to the bed, stood under the curtain full of morning light, quietly Watching Yan quietly.

Yan lay on his back in the gorgeous brocade quilt, lightly clasped his hands on both sides of his body, his fingertips were slightly red, as if they were stained with peach color, Dan Erman reached out and caressed Shangyan's fingertips, and curled him up slightly. Put your right hand in your palm.

"Hmm...!" Yan suddenly opened his eyes, a thin layer of cold sweat appeared on his forehead, countless times!He had sensed that the nightmare was approaching many times, but there was nothing he could do. This time, he exerted all his strength as if struggling for death, and finally woke up trembling!

Yan thought it would be the same as before, what he saw when he opened his eyes was just an ordinary scene, but his shocked eyes met a pair of black eyes full of surprise.

Yan's head went blank for a moment. I don't know if it's because those eyes and face are so resembling Usman, but I still can't believe how "he" is here. Apart from his heart beating like a wild horse, Yan's muscles are tense. Stretched, motionless for a moment.

"Chunyu Yan..." Dan Erman said in a deep voice, Yan's whole body trembled, "Bang!" He sat up from the bed, and struck Dan Erman's neck and shoulders with a quick, precise and ruthless palm.

It was strong enough to break his collarbone and ribs, and cripple his arm.

Although he didn't know how "he" slipped out of the dungeon and broke into the harem, Danerman had always wanted to kill Usman.

"What?!" He slashed through the air with the tiger's palm knife, and Dan Erman's figure was still reflected in Yan's wide-open eyes. step away.

Yan immediately jumped out of the bed and attacked again, his fists were windy, his palms were sharp, he had a big belly, his legs and feet were hard to kick, he could only use his fists and palms with force.

Dan Erman moved left and right, sliding like a loach, and Yan's fists hit his flowing clothes or flying black hair.

At first glance, he thought he knew magic arts, but Yan knew that he was only good at light work.

--excellent.

"Bastard!" Sweat drenched Yan's temples, his face was flushed with anger, but Dan Erman's face was relaxed. Yan felt that the other party was silent and playing tricks on him, so he punched him away, like a thousand troops sweeping away The murderous aura exploded, and Denerman had to jump back, accidentally bumping into the flower table behind.

"Jinayali?!" Yan finally saw Jinayali who was lying on the ground, not knowing whether he was alive or dead, and he was even more furious. Every punch and palm became harder and harder. Denerman finally made a move to fight him. Fist and palm fight each other as fast as lightning and thunder, and a hundred moves are passed in the blink of an eye.

Usman doesn't know martial arts, but through the sparring with Jinayali, Yan probably knows the level of Xiliang martial arts, although it is not as good as Dayan, it is not far behind.

But right now, Dan Erman has such sharp martial arts, and powerful internal force is revealed in his fists and palms. Yan's heart is shocked, as if standing in front of a giant elephant, raising his forelegs and stepping towards him, even though he stretched out his hand to hold him back. ...but there is no strength left to push it away.

This gap broke Yan's heart extremely. He was always proud of his martial arts and wanted to protect Usman, but he never thought that he would not be able to defeat Dan Erman.

"Ah!" Yan's feet slipped suddenly, and he rushed forward. Dan Erman's palm flew towards him. Yan closed his eyes subconsciously, but the palm landed on Yan's shoulder lightly, grabbing him back, Yan actually fell into Dan Erman's arms, his eyes were wide open, and he didn't know what Dan Erman meant.

"Yan, the things that Usman told you are not true." A low and gentle whisper fell in Yan's ear. Denerman's voice was different from Usman's. Denerman's voice was slightly different. It was a little lower, but their breaths were strangely similar. At this moment, Yan thought he was lying in Usman's arms.

But this trance didn't last long, Yan raised his hand and slapped Denerman's shoulder away, and jumped back to distance them from each other.