I pretend to be affectionate in front of my foe

"The thief Xiao Yiran intends to rebel, so it doesn't matter if you kill him."

Xiao Yiran reined in his horse and looked at the familiar figure on the long staircase of the palace, with a mocking smile on the corner of his mouth.

He was wearing a silver-white battle armor, holding a long knife in his hand, followed by an army of 30, and surrounded the palace gate layer by layer.

Even though he had been sick for many days, Xiao Yiyang still put on his armor. He stood on the long ladder of the main hall and looked down at Xiao Yiran, with boundless hatred hidden in his seemingly calm eyes.

The bright yellow iron armor reflected the dazzling light in the sunlight, showing the deterrence that belonged exclusively to the Son of Heaven.

The two looked at each other from a distance, each occupying one side.

This is the first and last battle between them, the winner is the king, and the loser is the bandit.

The army behind Xiao Yiran was extremely rare in front of Xiao Yiyang's 60 troops, and it seemed that Xiao Yiran was doomed to be defeated in the end.

"Imperial brother, if you surrender now, I will continue to let you be the sixth prince of Jiang Kingdom regardless of past suspicions, and let you enjoy the glory and wealth for the rest of your life."

Xiao Yiyang spoke first, and he looked down at Xiao Yiran from above, as if he had already won.

Even at this moment, he did not forget to show his false kindness in front of the people and his officials.

Xiao Yiran didn't give him any face at all, and said with a sneer: "This king is here to save you, I am afraid that some people with different intentions will take advantage of you when the emperor is seriously ill, and your country may be destroyed by then. Guaranteed."

"Do you think what I said makes sense?"

Although it seemed that every sentence was for Xiao Yiyang's sake, Xiao Yiran's tone was very cold. He looked directly at Xiao Yiyang, as if looking at a dead object.

As soon as these words came out, the mask of benevolence and righteousness on Xiao Yiyang's face could no longer be worn. He gave an order, and all the soldiers around him rushed towards Xiao Yiran and his Xiaoyao army.

The war was about to break out, and the magnificent palace was immediately covered with blood, and even the air was filled with a strong smell of blood.

As the battle time became longer, Xiao Yiran's 30 Xiaoyao army was soon at a disadvantage and was almost defeated.

Xiao Yiyang suppressed with an absolute number of people, which immediately disturbed Xiaoyao's army.

Watching the brothers die one by one, and the number of remaining brothers gradually decreasing, the morale of Xiaoyao's army began to drop, and they were unable to recover after a fall.

"My lord, I'm afraid we won't last long, Eunuch Cheng..."

"I haven't received the news yet." Xiao Yiran turned around and chopped down a soldier who wanted to attack, obviously exhausted, he gasped and said: "If there is any accident, you all leave first."

Wang Ao broke through the siege and came to Xiao Yiran's side and said: "The general swears to protect the prince to the death, and the soldiers he brought are running out. The general doesn't have any worries about the dead or wounded. He just asks the prince to take care of Jing for the general. Shu."

After spending some days with Xiao Yiran in the military camp, Wang Ao discovered that Xiao Yiran was not as heinous as the rumors outside said, but he unexpectedly valued friendship and was a person worth following.

Therefore, when he learned that Xiao Yiran was going to lead troops into the palace, even at the risk of his life, Wang Ao followed without hesitation.He is a man of temperament, not too constrained by etiquette, does not value any general ethics, and does everything according to his heart.

As soon as he finished speaking, Xiao Yiran was stabbed in the abdomen.

"Since the emperor doesn't listen to my dissuasion, then don't blame me for not remembering the old love." As he said, Xiao Yiyang thrust the long sword fiercely, a few points, the sword crossed Xiao Yiran's waist, and the tip of the sword came from From the front of the abdomen to the back of the waist, blood beads meandered down along the tip of the sword, and instantly formed a deep red pool on the ground.

The pain in the abdomen made Xiao Yiran exhausted instantly, he kicked Xiao Yiyang away reflexively, and pulled out the long sword that penetrated into the waist and abdomen enduring the severe pain.

The moment the sword was pulled out, blood droplets splattered all over Xiao Yiran's silver armor.His pale cheeks were stained with scarlet blood, his pupils were deep, and his facial features were exquisitely carved.

Xiao Yiran at this moment is like a jade-faced Rakshasa in the underworld, with a withered and deadly sense of brokenness.

"Our account should be settled today." Xiao Yiran sneered, holding a long knife in his hand, and approached Xiao Yiyang step by step, the tip of the knife cut across the blood stains on the ground, and dragged on the ground making harsh noises.

Every step he took would draw blood from his abdomen, forming a blood path where he walked.

"My lord, be careful." Wang Ao kicked away the soldiers who wanted to sneak attack Xiao Yiran, and stood beside him worriedly, looking at the blood streaks behind Xiao Yiran, he frowned.

Xiao Yiran didn't care about his injuries, obviously he didn't intend to leave the palace alive.

The more Wang Ao watched, the more frightened he became. Xiao Yiran was still walking towards the place with the most soldiers, Xiao Yiyang.

"Escort!" Looking at Xiao Yiran who was covered in blood and gradually approaching, Xiao Yiyang panicked visibly with the naked eye.He summoned guards and surrounded Xiao Yiran.

In a blink of an eye, Xiao Yiran became the target of public criticism, and the guards around Xiao Yiyang all attacked Xiao Yiran.

Wang Ao followed Xiao Yiran all the way, repelling obstacles for him, but as the emperor sent more and more guards, Wang Ao's movements were gradually restricted, and he had no time to protect himself, let alone take care of Xiao Yiran.

Xiaoyao's army was still fighting with the emperor's 60 troops, everyone was too busy to take care of themselves, and no one noticed that Xiao Yiran's condition was getting worse and worse.

His eyes gradually turned red, and his eyes were a little loose. His legs were numb and he walked forward. Even when a sword was cut on him occasionally, he seemed unconscious.

Xiao Yiyang noticed his changes, he quietly mobilized more soldiers to this side, and surrounded the sick Xiao Yiran layer by layer.

Xiao Yiran stood alone in the middle, the Xiaoyao army around him was scattered in all directions, and people in all directions were replaced by Xiao Yiyang's soldiers at some point.

"Brother Huang, Brother Huang is here to see you off for the last time." As he said that, Xiao Yiyang winked at Xiao Yue who was beside him, and Xiao Yue immediately understood. With a wave of his long arm, the soldiers began to shrink the encirclement.

Xiao Yiran only felt that there was chaos in his head, everything in front of him was shrouded in haze, he couldn't see clearly, he couldn't hear clearly, he just felt that the anger in his chest couldn't be relieved.

Xiao Yiyang's proud face was infinitely magnified in front of him, reminding Xiao Yiran of the lingering nightmare in his childhood.

It was as if everything went back more than ten years ago, watching his mother and concubine die in front of his eyes, but he ignorantly regarded his enemy as a adoptive mother, and was abused all day long, even though the throne that should belong to him was taken by Xiao Yiyang, and he could only Effortlessly survive.

Everything was suddenly played back in his mind, Xiao Yiran's heart felt hot, and he vomited a big mouthful of black blood in an instant. His forehead was dripping with cold sweat, he was forced to stop walking, and knelt down on the ground slumped.

At this moment, he was only two steps away from Xiao Yiyang, but he could no longer lift his feet.

The soldiers around him were stunned for a moment, then subconsciously took a step back, looked at Xiao Yue and waited for him to give orders.

Xiao Yue turned to look at Xiao Yiyang: "Your Majesty, what do you think of this?"

"Kill Wushe." Xiao Yiyang took the initiative to take a step closer, looked proudly at Xiao Yiyang and said: "Kill Wushe, then quarter his body and hang his head on the city wall as a warning to everyone else."

Xiao Yiran, who was already exhausted from poisonous hair and excessive blood loss, suddenly raised his head, stared at Xiao Yiyang closely, and grabbed his ankle.

Xiao Yiyang immediately fell to the ground, lying horizontally in front of Xiao Yiran.

"If you want to die, die together, if you want to go crazy, go crazy together." Xiao Yiran gritted his teeth in pain, and squeezed out these words word by word.

After saying that, he drew out the dagger he carried with him and stabbed Xiao Yiyang's heart.

At the very moment, his hand was kicked away by Xiao Yue, the dagger didn't stab Xiao Yiyang's heart, but twisted and passed across Xiao Yiyang's shoulder.

Xiao Yiran's knife made Xiao Yue and the soldiers vigilant, and they all pointed at Xiao Yiran with swords and spears in their hands, as if they would stab him without hesitation if Xiao Yiran moved slightly.

"Kill." Xiao Yiyang held his bleeding shoulder, stared at Xiao Yiran, and said the word coldly.

After finishing speaking, Xiao Yiyang was helped up by the soldiers at the side, and stepped aside.

Although Xiao Yiyang had already ordered Xiao Yiran to be killed, none of the soldiers dared to act first. They looked at me and you, and finally looked at Xiao Yue.

While the soldiers hesitated, Xiao Yiran slowly stood up.He pressed the long sword in his hand to the ground before barely standing upright.

There was a sharp pain in his chest that could not be ignored, making his straight waist bend again and again.

"Don't struggle anymore if you are dying of illness." Xiao Yiyang smiled hypocritically: "I feel sorry for you after seeing it, my good brother."

Xiao Yiyang raised his head and gave him a supercilious look, gritted his teeth and said: "Soon you will be able to empathize."

Just as Xiao Yiran finished speaking, he was about to stand up straight again, when Xiao Yiyang kicked him in the waist and abdomen, just right where he was pierced by the sword.

The old wound was added before the new wound had healed, and the wound that had not had time to scab was bleeding again. Xiao Yiran couldn't help but took a breath, and wanted to stand up again, but his legs were already limp.

He lost too much blood, and he was on the verge of dying without even taking medicine.

Wang Ao was entangled by dozens of soldiers, unable to get away for a while, he looked anxiously at Xiao Yiran who was getting more and more seriously injured, helpless and could only worry.

As if he had already had enough of the sadistic addiction, Xiao Yiyang finally relented. He covered his nose to avoid the smell of blood, and ordered lightly: "Kill on the spot."