after marrying the prince

"Then you take the sword and kill yourself."

Hua Que Baiyu pinched the celadon cup with her fingers, took a sip of tea leisurely, and said gracefully: "I can't die yet."

The incense in the room rises slowly, and the refreshing fragrance is refreshing, quiet and peaceful, as if the killing outside the door has nothing to do with this place.

The jade finger picks up a green bamboo flute

flute sounds,

The sounds of nature are pleasing to the ear.

melodious.

Take it easy in your free time,

The bright red brocade clothes were loosely opened, revealing white skin like jade, and the jet-black hair hung loosely around his waist like ink splashes.

The song is over.

Hua Que stepped barefoot on the soft and luxurious carpet, her red dress mopped the floor, her posture was elegant, the jade flute raised Xiao Yunyin's chin, and looked at it.

"Yun'er, come with me, no one in this world will want you except me."

The corners of Xiao Yunyin's mouth curled up, revealing two shallow dimples, cute and nimble, and said with a smile: "Okay, let me kill you first, and then I will follow you to the bottom of the sky, and we will be a pair of ghosts when we go underground."

Puff.

Hua Que also laughed, and said: "I'm afraid that in hell, the King of Hades has corrected the book of life and death, laughing at you for arresting the wrong person."

"What do you mean?"

"Yun'er, I'm not Lan Xunyu, haven't you found out after so long?"

Looking straight at the person in front of him, he tried hard to recall the inconsistent things. Suddenly, he thought that he had never heard of Lan Xunyu playing the flute, but he had seen Lan Xunyu playing the flute, and a voice in his heart said it was impossible. But the facts are so contradictory.

If he is not Lan Xunyu, who is he?

"Yun'er, close your eyes."

"what?"

Hua Que lowered her head, kissed her beautiful lips, and licked them tenderly and pitifully.

A burst of sweetness surged through Xiao Yunyin's heart.

If this person is not Lan Xunyu from the beginning, is it true that the person he loves has always loved him?

If so...

Eyelids closed, he responded indulgently and intoxicated.

A burst of sharp pain made Xiao Yunyin curl up into a ball.

He opened his eyes puzzled, and saw that Hua Que was still looking at him as gently as spring water, but a three-inch cold blade protruded from the mouth of the jade flute in his hand. The blade was narrow and thin, blood dripped from it, and the cold light sparkle.

Hamstrings and tendons were all broken,

Martial arts were also abolished.

He didn't even see how he made the move.

"why?"

Hua Que smiled and said nothing, hugged Xiao Yunyin in his arms, and disappeared after a while.

Feng Yun chased Xiao Yantian with his men and forced him to the vicinity of Wuhuang Mountain.

"Prince Xuan, you will die with your dead parents, this is where you will be buried!"

After fighting for a day and a night, Xiao Yantian was exhausted, the black iron sword in his hand was covered with foul-smelling blood, there were several bloody wounds on his body, the black clothes were soaked in blood, and blood was still dripping from the corners of the clothes.

Lou Yunmeng was protecting Li Ruiyuan, Lang Hantian was leaning against Xiao Yantian, and Murongyuan was holding Fang Tian's painted halberd, supporting his body, gasping for breath, surrounded by hundreds of disabled soldiers.

Almost all of the 10 horses were wiped out.

Most of Feng Yun's 15 imperial troops were killed or injured, leaving only 6 or [-] soldiers, but it was enough to kill the remnants and defeated generals in front of them.

If the heavens want to take their lives, gods and Buddhas can't help them.

"Who told you about the stronghold of Shenshan Bieyuan? Who told you where my king is!"

Xiao Yantian said in a low voice.

Feng Yun sat on the tall horse and laughed loudly, raised his sword, pointed at Xiao Yantian, and said contemptuously: "Of course someone tipped off the news, otherwise you think why I killed you so quickly!"