Wu Yufu looked at Xiahou Yongli on the ground again. A few strange lusters were faintly floating in his eyes with different pupils. He always knew that Xiahou Yongli was not a good character, but he did not expect that he would be killed so easily.

Just because Princess Deyang...

He sighed and murmured: "Heroes are just beautiful people. Haha, you have endured humiliation for many years, but you died cowardly because a woman died. Even I am not worth it for you. Just..."

Wu Yu sighed again, but he didn't say anything, so he turned around and left.

Everyone behind him also left.

Xiahou Yongli is dead, and it is Nangong Mo's corpse personally examined, so he doesn't have to do anything more. Whether those people in the forest get their master's corpse back or let his corpse go here has nothing to do with him Wuyu.

After he returned to the city, he had to find a way to make the Emperor of Shang happy. Their Nanchu now has no force to compete with the Emperor of Shang.

After the three sides left, the place became silent.

The talent fire in the forest rushed to Xiahou Yongli.

One of them explored his nose and lit his neck pulse.

It's cold and stiff.

for a long time.

"How?" one of them asked in a deep voice, his tone trembling slightly.

The person who was investigating did not speak, his eyes were full of heavy expressions.

The other people surrounded them all looked dark.

"Take it back first!" The man took out three silver needles, stabbed them into the three fate acupoints of Xiahou Yongli, and then said in a deep voice.

The other people quickly raised up carefully and took Xiahou Yongli Xun away.

The man landed at the end, and when everyone was hiding in the forest, he stopped, looked back at the pool of blood on the ground, and then looked at the deserted path in the distance. After a while, he sighed and then chased forward.

In the carriage.

I don’t know how long it took, Deyang slowly opened his eyes.

The purpose of the luxurious nanmu roof was the bright yellow silk curtain shaking constantly with the shaking of the carriage. The golden color stinged her eyes. The pain in her heart had not yet become sharp, and tears fell from the corners of her eyes again.

Her eyes became hazy, and her mind was still in her mind. The scene of Xiahou Yongli being assassinated. His appearance was deeply imprinted on her heart, and it hurt her bones all the time.

"It has been a whole day and a night. If you continue like this, your body will not be able to bear it." At this time, a gentle voice like a gentle breeze sounded softly in your ears.

Then, her body was carefully supported, and she was hugged in a wide arms, with the most familiar ambergris at the end of her nose.

She was powerless to speak and didn't want to speak. She just opened her face and closed her eyes, not wanting to see him.

Qin Ziyue's heart was full of holes. As the emperor, he could only calm and indifferent in front of outsiders. Who knew that every time the woman frowned and every time she burst into tears, she seemed to stab him in the heart with a knife. It was the time for this day and night that he had been burned by her tears.

At this moment, seeing that she didn't even want to look at him, he couldn't help but feel angry, but it disappeared in an instant, as if the sudden huge waves of thousands of acres were blocked and split open.

The heart was so stuffy and painful that I had to bear it.

He slowly put down the teacup handed to her lips. After thinking about it, he said in a deep voice: "I know you hate me, but your husband is too ambitious, and I cannot let him do whatever he wants. Qinghuang, you are not an ordinary woman. You have been in the court. It should be clear that since he has a strange intention, I will fight to the death between me and him. Even without you, I cannot tolerate him."

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