Your Highness, the Proton of the Book, forgive me

Tian Lai Khan's tears were about to burst into tears. He pointed at Qian Zui's voice, and gradually revealed a nostalgic look:

"Your mother is such a beauty... haha... that taste... really... I wanted to keep her, but it's a pity... hahaha..."

Qian Zuisheng didn't respond.

Tian Lai Khan laughed so hard that he couldn't hold his breath: "Haha... boy... you are really cruel... you ruined my good things again and again..."

Qian Zuisheng didn't say a word, and the whip in his hand hit Tianlai Khan like raindrops. The louder Tianlai Khan laughed, the faster Qian Zuisheng whipped.

The laughter mixed with the cracking of the whip was very eerie in the gloomy and empty cave.

Finally, Tianlai Khan began to beg for mercy.

Qian Zui's voice didn't stop.

The begging for mercy became weaker and weaker, Jiang Xianjing grabbed Qian Zuisheng's hand: "Okay, okay, it's still useful for us to keep him."

Little by little, the whip was pulled out of Qian Zuisheng's hand.

Qian Zuisheng gradually lost his strength, and finally his body softened, and Jiang Xian caught him straight.

The lights in the tent are bright.

Jiang Xian looked at Ah Xiang in surprise: "How?"

"It's okay to rush to the heart."

Jiang Xianjing nodded this time: "Even if you find an antidote, it's useless?"

"Toxic to the lungs, the antidote is useless, unless..."

"Unless what?"

"Go back to modern times, hemodialysis."

Jiang Xian's eyes suddenly brightened in shock.

At this moment, the sergeant suddenly came to report that someone claimed to be Emperor Qianyu and Queen Qianyu, and came to join the princess.

Jiang Xianjing suspected fraud, after all, the generals of Qianyu City were fighting fiercely.

People with a little bit of blood will live and die with the country. How can anyone abandon their home and country and flee alone before the outcome of the battle is decided?

"Is there a golden seal treasure book? Check the identity in detail." Jiang Xianjing whispered.

"Bring it in! There's nothing wrong with it." Qian Zuisheng struggled to sit up from the bed, "Don't be surprised, this is the ruler of Qianyu Kingdom, selfish and cowardly, if he doesn't come, I will find it strange."

Although Qian Yuhou and Qian Yudi have disguised themselves as ordinary people, they are still in a mess after traveling through the flames of war.

After a thousand rains, the towering cloud temples have collapsed, and even the tone of her voice has dropped several points.

Emperor Qianyu was a little better, he was carried out all the way in a sedan chair.

Seeing Jiang Xianjing and Qian Zuisheng, Qian Yuhou adjusted her clothes on purpose, and assumed a superior posture:

"My lord is also my son-in-law of Qianyu Kingdom, is this the way you greet your father-in-law and mother-in-law?"

Jiang Xianjing smiled lightly and stood up: "Mother-in-law, don't blame me, father-in-law and mother-in-law are dragon and phoenix, and the temperament of the two of you is really..."

Jiang Xian hesitated to speak in shock.

Qian Yuhou was a little embarrassed, but in the end, he had something to ask for: "The war is raging, my palace and your father-in-law encountered disaster, escaped from death, and described it as a bit of a mess, you should have concerns."

Qian Yuhou turned his attention to Qian Zuisheng again: "The battle of Xiao'an Valley, Zuisheng is okay, but your father is worried."

Qian Yudi, who had been drooling on his chair all this time, finally nodded.

I haven't seen him for a few years, Qian Yudi is already skinny, his hair is gray, his eye sockets are sunken, his mouth is half open, he has suffered a stroke.

Seeing Qian Zuisheng looking at Emperor Qianyu after Qian Yu, he was immediately overjoyed: "Zui Shengna, after you left, your father was worried all day long, and Gao Chang came to attack him again. Your father became ill and couldn't afford it."

Speaking of emotion, Qian Yuhou still pretended to wipe away tears.

Qian Zuisheng stepped forward and knelt down beside Qian Yudi.

He was tall and had long legs, and when he squatted down, he was much taller than the weak Qian Yudi.

Qian Zuisheng stared condescendingly at Emperor Qian Yu, his eyes were full of concern, but what he said made people feel chills:

"It's a pity, why aren't you dead yet?"

Emperor Qianyu was stunned for a moment, then his body trembled violently, and he fell off the chariot.

"Ni... son..."

His eyes were red as if they were about to bleed, and he wanted to swallow Qian Zuisheng alive.

Qian Zuisheng didn't reach out to help, but took a step back in disgust, preventing Qian Yudi from touching him.

Qian Yuhou was not too shocked, but he quickly adjusted his emotions, and cast his blameful eyes on Jiang Xianjing:

"I really can't see it. Is this how the lord teaches his wife by pillow? We were the most meek and filial before Drunken Sound. How could we marry the lord without distinction?"

"Filial piety?" Qian Zuisheng sneered, and before he could answer, he was hugged into a firm embrace.

Jiang Xianjing was serious: "That's because no one was used to my drunkenness before."

"puff!"

Qian Yudi, who was lying on the ground, suddenly vomited a mouthful of old blood, and then passed out.

Jiang Xian ordered people to carry him down, and the blood on the ground was also cleaned up.

After a thousand rains, her arrogant arrogance dissipated immediately, but she still put on the airs of an elder:

"The prince is young and energetic, and some things he can't control. Please invite His Royal Highness to come out and talk to me!"

It's okay if she doesn't mention it, but when Jiang Jimin is mentioned, Qian Zuisheng's chest hurts endlessly: "His Royal Highness? You still have the nerve to mention him?"

Jiang Xianjing pulled Qian Zuisheng behind him: "What do you want to talk to my brother about?"

Qian Yuhou snorted softly with disdain: "I'm afraid the prince can't make the decision."

Jiang Xianjing was not angry, but just smiled lightly: "To be honest, the person my elder brother doesn't want to see the most at the moment is probably the Empress after the rain."

The corners of Qian Yuhou's mouth twitched: "As long as His Royal Highness helps Qianyu Kingdom to repel Gaochang's army and my son Qianyeran successfully ascends the throne, Qianyu Kingdom is willing to cede 10 cities to Jiangling Kingdom to show our sincerity, and give Jiangling gold every year." [-] taels."

"Oh? Is the Queen of the Rain trying to surrender to me, Jiangling?"

Qian Yuhou's face turned pale immediately: "My lord... don't push yourself too far."

"Anything to measure?"

Jiang Xianjing exploded without warning: "Hahaha, what a joke, in the eyes of Empress after the rain, the life of His Royal Highness the Prince of Jiangling is only worth 10 taels of gold and twenty cities?"

After the rain, pupils suddenly constricted: "What did you say? Jiang Jiming is dead."

"Shut up, you don't deserve to mention his name." Jiang Xian stopped drinking in shock, as if he didn't want to hear Qian Yuhou's words anymore, "Pull it down!"

After a thousand rains, she was dragged out like a bereaved dog. She wondered why Jiang Jimin died?

Where is the dead?

Xiao Angu?

No, no, Qian Zuisheng clearly said that Xiao Angu was trapped by Mo Zhuang?

Besides, if Jiang Jimin really died, it would be a national mourning, and the whole Jiangling would be dressed in mourning.

But where is there any trace of mourning in this army?

After a thousand rains, my mind was full of thoughts, and I didn't pay attention to the surrounding environment at all.

She didn't wake up suddenly until her cheeks were wet and she took a mouthful of solid saliva.

Both sides of the road were surrounded by sergeants somehow.

"Look, this poisonous woman killed our Crown Prince!"

"Hey, poisonous women are still today? It's so satisfying!"

"If it wasn't for Wang Hao's face, I should have cut this vicious woman into pieces!"

"Yes, cut to death by a thousand knives!!"

Qian Yuhou was terrified, her terrified eyes kept rolling around.

Suddenly, her eyes froze, and a man with a spear in the distance was staring at her.

The man was covered in blood, and the white horse and silver robe couldn't see its original color, but the hatred in his eyes seemed to be able to spew out fire.

Qian Yuhou's body softened and he knelt down on the ground.