Rebirth: The little puppet emperor, tearing apart the regent with his own hands

Su Qing's eyes were full of coldness. These bandits were maggots who did not deserve to live in this world. If this was the case, they should be sent to hell.

Hu Luguang immediately accepted the imperial order and led his men to kill in the stronghold.

The blood of the bandits was sprinkled all over the ground, and the sounds of begging for mercy and cursing continued, and finally converged into a miserable cry, and then stopped abruptly, because this was the last sound they left in this world.

Su Qing stepped on the blood and stepped over the corpses without saying a word or stopping. She held Yu Wenqing in her arms with her broad sleeves and walked down the mountain step by step.

Suddenly, a very discordant voice appeared.

"Your Majesty is already here. Are you in such a hurry to leave without staying a little longer?"

The silver-patterned brocade boots slowly stepped on the pool of blood. Su Qing raised his head and saw Yu Wenwen standing on the cliff not far from him, looking at him with a smile on his face.

Beside him, dozens of soldiers were covered in black armor, with only a pair of eyes exposed, staring eagerly at this side.

Even though they were tens of feet apart, Su Qing could feel the murderous aura coming from them.

At this moment, each of them was holding a large bow in their hands. The bowstring had already been stretched to the full moon. The sharp arrows flashed with cold light, and the direction pointed by the arrows was exactly their own side.

Su Qing's eyes swept across those people and recognized many familiar people. Chen Feng and Zhong Ning were among them, as well as Chang Shan, General Jiao Huai, General Wei Guang...

The eyes of these old friends looking at him now lacked the warmth of the past, but only the murderous intent that penetrated their bones.

When old friends met each other in battle, Su Qing couldn't describe how he felt now. He just suddenly felt a little chilly, so he hugged Yu Wenqing's arm tightly and took him into his arms.

Yu Wenqing closed his eyes tightly, and his breath sprayed hot and evenly on Su Qing's heart. This weak warmth somewhat dispelled the chill on Su Qing's body, allowing him to have enough strength to look directly at Yu Wenqing.

Hu Luguang and Peng Le stood solemnly beside Su Qing. The blood of bandits splashed on their armors was still steaming, and the blood dripped onto the ground along the long swords in their hands.

There was constant fighting all around, but the strange thing was that no one dared to disturb Su Qing and Yu Wenzhang.

Seeing that Su Qing didn't reply, Yu Wenzhang continued to think about himself: "I've been troubled by a dream lately. Would your Majesty want to hear it?"

Su Qing: "..."

Yu Wenwen smiled at Su Qing, and then said: "I dreamed about my life and that of His Majesty the Western Wei Dynasty... No, it should be said that it was many lives..."

Su Qing: "..."

Yu Wenwen said: "The strange thing is that some of everything in the dream happened in reality, and it was exactly the same as in the dream. I also dreamed of a person, and he told me that if I remember everything, I must follow him Say. Your Majesty, do you know this person?"

Su Qing: "..."

Why don't you know him? That was what he told Yu Wenwen when he died in his twenty-first life, holding on to Yu Wenwen's sleeves and gasping for his last breath, risking his life.

Yu Wenwen glanced at Yu Wenqing who was held in Su Qing's arms. His eyes were a little complicated, and then he said word by word: "Before I met Your Majesty Northern Qi, I couldn't understand that people like me would actually follow you in a dream. Our Majesty has such deep feelings..."