The Legend Zhuohua

Chapter 60

The air seemed to be stagnant, but the sound of the wind was even more chilling. Murong felt like he was covered in cold sweat, and he was so cold that he couldn't help but shiver. I didn't know how long I had been kneeling before I heard a cold voice above my head.

"I just saw someone humiliating an official of the imperial court."

Murong said in a trembling voice: "Grass, grass people don't dare..."

Liu Yan sneered: "Then your arm must have been broken by the wind."

Murong chatted his teeth and said, "Yes, it was blown by the wind..."

Liu Yan moved lightly, but it seemed as if he stepped heavily on Murong's heart, making his whole body tremble, fearing that a knife would fall down and chop off his head at any time.

Mu Zhuohua's situation was not much better than that of Murong. The Liu Yan in front of her was so unfamiliar, and the blood-soaked killing intent made her tense up involuntarily, and she didn't even dare to breathe hard. At this moment, she suddenly understood why the people of Beiliang regarded him as a demon. According to rumors, he was as arrogant as a wolf and as cruel as a tiger. The scars on his body when she first met him were his medals. How many people were on him? It left scars, and how many heads he had harvested...

Just because of the strange poison in his body, he cultivated his moral character and restrained his aggression. She actually regarded him as a docile sheep...

As if sensing her stiffness and fear, Liu Yan's footsteps came to her side, and the slender hand under his wide sleeves gently held her soft little hand. Mu Zhuohua froze and subconsciously wanted to pull back, but his grip tightened.

Murong and his wife lowered their heads and did not see the fingers intertwined under the cover of their wide sleeves.

In front of his parents, Liu Yan gently held up Mu Zhuohua's wrist. His eyes fell on the red marks on the wrist, and the coldness in his eyes became a little stronger.

"Officials of the imperial court should put state affairs first and be loyal to the emperor first. Mrs. Mu has done nothing wrong. Even if you are her biological father, you cannot humiliate her arbitrarily. What's more, in the name of filial piety, you threaten her to deceive the emperor. This may be a crime. Not only can you, Murong, not be able to afford it, not even the nine members of the Mu family can afford it!"

Murong's whole body was trembling with coldness. He kowtowed heavily and said repeatedly: "The common people know the crime! The common people know the crime!"

Mrs. Cen was so frightened that her hands and feet were weak, and she no longer had the strength to kowtow and confess her crime. She collapsed on the ground, trembling.

Liu Yan glanced at the two of them coldly and said: "Beyond the palace gate is not a place for idlers to stay for a long time. Don't let me see you again in the future."

After hearing this, Murong felt like he was being pardoned and said ecstatically: "Thank you, Your Majesty, for not killing me!"

The two of them didn't dare to raise their heads, so they helped each other up and ran away.

There were only two people left in the alley.

Liu Yan's warm fingertips pressed against Mu Zhuohua's wrist which was pinched red, and said warmly: "Does it still hurt?"

The killing chill just now disappeared instantly, leaving only bursts of warmth.

Mu Zhuohua tried to withdraw his hand, but failed. Liu Yan held her palm with one hand, and clasped her wrist with the other hand and gently kneaded it. Although there were red marks on the injured area, it actually didn't hurt very much. It's just that her skin is delicate, and a little force will leave marks.