The Imperial Concubine is A Little Wild

Chapter 4

"Haha..." The muscular man laughed foolishly as his saliva couldn' t stop flowing.

"Big brother!" The ganef who had just been kicked away ran back, but before he could finish speaking, he was kicked out.

"Beautiful...... "Beauty, don' t be afraid!" The muscular man carried his large saber and walked towards Qin Rushuang step by step.

"Stop!" Qin Rushuang tone was gentle, but sharp.

However, the muscular man was not stupid! "Brothers, carry the beauty back and be the king's wife!"

"Let's go!" A few small ganef rubbed their hands together, and Qin Rushuang decided to go ahead and follow ganef to the forest.

She originally wanted to rescue the bandits and bring them to a boil, but she didn' t expect that even though this mountain was small, it had everything within it, and its power couldn' t be underestimated. As far as the eye could see, there were over a thousand people on this mountain, and it seemed to be a small group.

With that blade-like ability from earlier, Qin Rushuang Duan Jian didn' t have the ability to admit defeat, unless there were even stronger people on the mountain.

She thought these ganef would be barbaric and vulgar, but it was the opposite. In this bandit's nest, there were actually one or two refined girls who brought Qin Rushuang to an empty room that looked like an imperial palace. Inside, there were bright lights, gold, silver, and jewelry.

After entering the room, Qin Rushuang wanted to attack...... However, she heard the cold voice of one of the girls." Young miss, you should remain calm. You can only enter this door. Everything can not be left to you."

Qin Rushuang was still reminiscing, but she could smell a faint fragrance. Ever since the great fire, her sense of smell had become less sensitive. This time, she had no choice but to use a bit of strength to sniff...... "Not good!" Before Qin Rushuang could react, his limbs became weak and powerless, and he fell to the ground.

When she woke up, she discovered that she was sitting in the room. There was a candle burning in the room. Her head was covered with a red cover, and her hands and feet were handcuffed by heavy chains, unable to use her power.

Outside the room, there were singing, dancing, singing, singing, and singing.

After an unknown amount of time, she suddenly heard a heavy sound of stepping on the ground. A person directly crashed into her.

"Who!" She asked.

A thick and heavy aura rushed towards her. She was covered by a powerful hand," If you want to live, don' t make a sound!" The other party's voice was cold, and his aura was insufficient. It was clear that he was seriously injured.

Outside the room, a hurried voice said," Big Brother, you' ve just caught up to this person and you' re gone. Do you want to go into the wedding room and take a look? Perhaps ……"

"You i***t! Was he going to be ripped apart by the King! Sister-in-law, you dare to move! "Let's go, look elsewhere. Don' t let him escape!"

"It's Big Brother!"

The man behind him released his hand.

"When you encounter an enemy, you won' t be in chaos. When you face danger, you won' t be afraid. What courage! Who are you? Why are you here?" The man's tone slowed down slightly as he looked at the motionless red-robed woman with a complicated expression.

"I saved you, shouldn' t I thank you!" Her cold voice sounded from her lips, carrying unquestionable pride.

"I Lian Wusheng never thank anyone, nor do I owe anyone!"

With a wave of the sword, the crisp sound of the iron chain breaking came, as if it had consumed most of the man's power. The blood on the corners of his lips continuously flowed out.

That bright red cover was swept down by the sword qi, and a wisp of a bright and cold moving face silently appeared before Lian Wusheng... Just for this single glance, he was destined to suffer from lovelessness.

###Chapter8

Qin Rushuang raised his eyes, and the man before him was simply wearing long hair. His sword-like brows seemed to enter his temples, and his face was like a crown of jade as he stood with his sword behind his back. He only looked twenty-one years old, about the same age as Qin Rushuang. However, his face revealed a mature expression that did not match his childish face.

She calmly removed the chains from her body," Little brother, good martial arts!"

Wu Ling was the number one Solitary Sword in the world. If he hadn' t been heavily injured and couldn' t use his strength, or if he had used Wu Ling's usual baleful aura, the woman before him would have long died.

…… However, what had she just called him? Little brother! A surge of emotion suddenly surged into the man's chest......

However, this woman was clever. After escaping the danger, she quickly changed into a wedding robe. There was no fear that there was another injured man in the room.

When he arrived in front of the door, he thought of someone behind him." There's no future, little brother!"

Lian Wusheng didn' t reply. Wulin Sword lightly waved his hand and a bright light flashed through Qin Rushuang eyes. With a c***k, the window was split in two. Before Qin Rushuang could see clearly, a black shadow flashed and disappeared into the window.

There was no time to lose. Qin Rushuang quickly went to find someone.

Outside the wedding room, he was still intoxicated by the joy.

Qin Rushuang wasted quite a bit of energy before finding a small black house in the back courtyard of the stronghold. The black house was tightly locked.

"Yue' er ……"

"Big sister...... "It's me! Big sister, save me!" The young man was already so hungry that he felt dizzy. Suddenly, he heard a familiar voice and hurriedly shouted.

"Yue' er, don' t be afraid. Big sister has come to save you!"

He pulled the youth out of the darkness. Originally, he thought that he could escape easily, but he discovered that there were bandits standing outside, all of them carrying knives and guns, their faces filled with killing intent. Qin Rushuang it was okay to deal with him alone, the Lin Yue behind him was unarmed, unable to face a great enemy.

The sword in his hand was unsheathed, and a bright light tore through the sky. Before a bandit could figure out the situation, his neck became hot...... Blood flowed.

The sword was ruthless, Qin Rushuang a gentle spin. His white clothes carried the wind. With a sweep of his sword, five or six bandits quickly fell to the ground, vomiting blood and dying.

"Brothers, get on! Don' t let her run away! The King is still on his way back!"

Qin Rushuang immediately felt excited. What kind of king was he? He was still on his way to the bridal chamber when he married his bride. He was considered the most carefree king in history.

More than a hundred people rushed forward, and the sound of blades and swords entered their ears.

"Ah!" A miserable cry tore through the sky, and the youth behind him fell. Qin Rushuang turned around and accidentally struck Lin Yue right leg. He collapsed to the ground and sobbed.

"Yue' er, sit down!"

A white crane that spread its wings in the air seemed to be a noble crane as it danced about. The sky suddenly filled with starlight, and it was incomparably resplendent. All of the silver needles on her body flew out without a sound, without any smell. Anyone who was pierced by the silver needles quickly fell to the ground and bled to death.

"Quickly, quickly report to the King!"

"Those who block me! "Die!" His two feet lightly stepped onto the ground, and his long sword crossed his chest, releasing a long waterfall of black hair.

Yue Er...... "It's Yue' er!" An excited voice rang out from the outside.

"Foster Mother, don' t come over!" As soon as Qin Rushuang voice rang out, blood splattered under the lights like thousands of blood-colored butterflies, scattering dust. "Mother, mother!"

Seeing this, the young man ignored Qin Rushuang dissuasion and moved forward.

"Motherfucker!" At some point, Lin Yi also followed closely behind. Seeing that his beloved wife had already lost her temper, he let out a long howl and quickly snatched the bandit's spear and threw it into the frenzied s*******r. He was like a wolf that had been forced to the brink of death, with only his enemies in his eyes. He only cared about waving it forward......

"Foster father, don' t!" "Father! "Father!"

"Yue' er, don' t go over!"

Lin Yi was pierced through by a spear from his back, and blood gurgled out. Finally, he slowly fell to his beloved wife's side.

"Big Miss...... "Bring, bring Yue' er away..." The soldiers of this generation had died with grievances.

"Foster father...... "Foster father..." The person who fell to the ground didn' t respond. Qin Rushuang could hear the despair of a 12-year-old youth... She suddenly felt dizzy. The blood in her mind surged, surging, erupting at any moment.

She raised her head, as if she had used all of her strength to meet the Godslayer, the enemy! Hot blood splashed onto her face and body...... Countless people had been killed, and the blood that filled the sky was like a bowl of rain. Her eyes gradually turned red, and her internal strength was severely depleted......

"Big sister! "Be careful!" The wailing young man's eyes were sharp as he saw a large saber approaching from behind Qin Rushuang.

She took a deep breath. Just as she was about to raise her sword and fight again, she felt her shoulder become numb as the sharp blade cut her shoulder.

She closed her eyes as if she saw a Silver Arrow shooting towards her.

"Miss, you' re injured so badly. You must rest well. This servant will bring you some water!"

She opened her eyes and saw herself sleeping on a soft couch. The person who called her a girl was a apparel palace maid.

She immediately pulled out the sword next to her," Don' t come over!"

Right at this moment, the door was opened, and a young man in black robes walked in.

"Milord!"

"Go down!" Qi Ye waved his hand and raised his head to look at the woman in front of him. His black eyes were filled with confusion.

###Chapter9

Qin Rushuang raised his eyes, and the man before him was simply wearing long hair. His sword-like brows seemed to enter his temples, and his face was like a crown of jade as he stood with his sword behind his back. He only looked twenty-one years old, about the same age as Qin Rushuang. However, his face revealed a mature expression that did not match his childish face.

She calmly removed the chains from her body," Little brother, good martial arts!"

Wu Ling was the number one Solitary Sword in the world. If he hadn' t been heavily injured and couldn' t use his strength, or if he had used Wu Ling's usual baleful aura, the woman before him would have long died.

…… However, what had she just called him? Little brother! A surge of emotion suddenly surged into the man's chest......

However, this woman was clever. After escaping the danger, she quickly changed into a wedding robe. There was no fear that there was another injured man in the room.

When he arrived in front of the door, he thought of someone behind him." There's no future, little brother!"

Lian Wusheng didn' t reply. Wulin Sword lightly waved his hand and a bright light flashed through Qin Rushuang eyes. With a c***k, the window was split in two. Before Qin Rushuang could see clearly, a black shadow flashed and disappeared into the window.