The woman in purple ran to Emperor Xuanyuan's tent with her injuries.

happened to bump into Xuanyuan Dihong who was about to go out, the woman in purple hurriedly grabbed his wide palm, this effort, her face turned even whiter, her head tilted, and she fell weakly in his arms, "Xuanyuan Dihong, I'm injured." ”

Emperor Xuanyuan Hongben didn't know it, and when he heard this, he paused his feet and grabbed the wrist of the woman in purple with his backhand.

Turn it over and take a look.

A long finger with deep blood stretched from the purple-clothed woman's wrist to her arm.

Emperor Xuanyuan Hongjian's eyebrows furrowed slightly, "Who hurt you?"

Could it be that an enemy with strong martial arts has mixed into the army?!

Coincidentally, the purple clothes are also gone......

Emperor Xuanyuan's brows furrowed more and more.

The woman in purple looked at the genuine impatience on Emperor Xuanyuan's face, and said in her heart that he still cared about herself, her heart was sour, and there was a little moisture in her eyes.

Even though Emperor Xuanyuan is hard-hearted, what is the true affection for her, the woman in purple couldn't help but choke up, "Emperor Xuanyuan Hong...... What kind of weapon can cut such a wound?"

Emperor Xuanyuan looked at the wound of the woman in purple, the long wound, wide in front and narrow in the back, as if swept by the sword peak and pulled out......

Suddenly, Emperor Xuanyuan's face turned straight.

Leaned down and sniffed at the purple-clothed woman's wound.

The black sword qi that climbed on the wound, like a land snake, was the sword qi of the Xuanyuan Sword!

His Xuanyuan Sword was borrowed by Ziyi.

In this way, she was wounded by the purple cloth, and she was not a powerful enemy in the army.

Emperor Xuanyuan looked anxious for two points, steadily helped the woman in purple to sit on the recliner, and turned around to go out to find someone.

"Emperor Xuanyuan," the woman in purple called out to him.

The fox clan, who was born smart, glanced at Emperor Xuanyuan's empty waist, where is there anything I don't understand.

Seeing that there was impatience between his eyebrows, the woman in purple was also murderous in her chest.

I thought he was injured, so he stayed to take care of himself, but I didn't expect him to be so affectionate, and he didn't even have the mood to stay for a moment longer!

The woman in purple forcibly pressed the murderous aura in her chest, only pretending not to understand, "I was injured by a thief before, and I recognized that the thief was holding the Xuanyuan Sword in his hand——"

At this time, there was a sudden thunder outside, and the sky was covered with dark clouds, thunder and rumbling, and the momentum was amazing.

The wind blew away the tarpaulin, and Emperor Xuanyuan glanced out, just in time to see a purple lightning bolt in the sky, slashing at a low recess in the mountain forest.

In that low recess, there was a familiar sword qi swirling around.

Emperor Xuanyuan's face was slightly gloomy, his body was shocked, and he flew towards the mountains and forests.

A few more thunderbolts fell.

Emperor Xuanyuan quickly rushed to the low recess of the mountain forest, where three purple thunders had been split, and even the air was scorching, and there was no grass.

Emperor Xuanyuan was uneasy, searched around, and found a familiar figure in the low recess of the mountain back.

Purple Yi was lying on the ground, next to the Xuanyuan Sword, which was dark and dark, with blood and light flowing on it!

"Ziyi!" Xuanyuan Emperor Hong suddenly felt a pangina in his heart, ran to Ziyi's side, helped Ziyi, and gave her pulse.

She had indeed suffered so severe internal injuries that she did not threaten her life.

Xuanyuan Emperor Hong exhaled lightly, put away the Xuanyuan sword, rushed to the army tent with the people, and went directly to the left rear to find the doctor halfway.

The woman in purple waited for a long time and didn't wait for Xuanyuan Dihong to come back, and in the middle of the night, she knew that Xuanyuan Dihong personally took Ziyi to find a doctor.

Returning to his tent in a trance, Ziyi laughed miserably, and suddenly waved down the tea set on the table.

Knock down the desk.

The woman in purple screamed, pulled out the Meteor Sword, and slashed it indiscriminately, the bed board and the top pillar of the tent were cut off, and the sharp sword qi of the Meteor Sword pierced the tarpaulin.

A light rain fell from the sky, and the tents were crumbling.

The woman in purple still waved her sword with a crazy look, the pillar of the tent broke with a 'creak', and the woman in purple raised her sword and flew into the air from the tarpaulin, looking down on the garrison of the Xuanyuan army with a hideous face.

When Han Ya rushed over, he saw a woman in purple standing in the chaos, covered in a murderous aura, and his heart was slightly shocked.

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The bookcase in Emperor Xuanyuan's tent is placed on the holy decree from Luoyang, and the holy decree of the real dragon on the dragon chair in Luoyang is roughly the same as the decree of Concubine Xun several times before.

First of all, he condemned Xuanyuan Emperor Hong's self-respect for supporting the army, disgraced the national law, and scolded Xuanyuan Emperor Hong for a bloody squirt, and said righteously that he wanted to seize the military power in Xuanyuan Emperor Hong's hands.

I don't know if it's because of the neglect of Xuanyuan Dihong when he was a teenager and his weak heart as a thief, or because he saw more and more people submit to Xuanyuan Dihong, out of jealousy.

In the next few days, Luoyang issued three holy decrees in a row urging Emperor Xuanyuan to bind himself, hand over his military power, and return to Longcheng to ask for his guilt.

Emperor Xuanyuan threw the three holy decrees into the army refining furnace, went out, and returned to the tent with the soup sent by the guards.

From an unworthy soldier, he grew step by step to the only general of the Xuanyuan Army.

Not to mention, these cities under his feet were all snatched from the barbarian women with his soldiers, and there was no reason to return them.

Besides, he is the rightful successor of the Dading Dynasty, and the country in this world is his, and there is no reason to return it!

There was a quiet neighborhood around the tents.

Emperor Xuanyuan entered the tent and went straight to the bed.

Ziyi was lying on the bed, his face was weak white, and his forehead was covered with fine hot sweat.

The doctor said that she had heat poison in her body, and sweating was a good thing.

Xuanyuan Dihong wiped the sweat from her forehead, and the jade spoon served the soup to feed her medicine.

Mu Yizheng was hot, his mouth was dry, the medicinal juice was slightly bitter, and it was a little warm, and he was about to spit it out when he opened his mouth subconsciously.

Xuanyuan Dihong pinched her jaw and raised it.

Mu Yi swallowed hard.

He looked at Mu Yi for a long time.

There are too few people in this world who can enter his eyes, and even fewer people who can enter his heart.

This woman who once bullied him and made him so aggrieved that he couldn't find the north, but she exchanged her life for her life to protect him from breaking through from thousands of troops, knocked on the door of his heart.

She is the most colorful stroke in his dark world.

There is no substitute for anyone.

Ten days later.

Muyi awakens.

After Xuanyuan Emperor Hong finished approving the last booklet, he turned his neck and his eyes fell on Ziyi.

Since that night, the window paper was punctured, and the two recognized each other, Mu Yi never did the work that a maid should do such as serving tea and pouring water.

She has become the fierce and stern, but very cold and lazy appearance when she taught Xuanyuan Emperor Hong before.

Like this time.

Regardless of whether Xuanyuan Dihong was present or not, she turned over and lay on Xuanyuan Dihong's wide bed, leisurely eating the fresh fruits offered by the people.

Xuanyuan Dihong was helpless and funny, thought about it, picked up a booklet that was specially placed on the corner of the table, got up, strode to the bedside, and looked down at Mu Yi.

His tall shadow covered her, and his presence was strong, and Mu Yi looked up at him.

Something?

Xuanyuan Dihong pointed to the juicy peach in her hand that had been gnawed beyond recognition, and coughed lowly, "Don't lie on the bed and eat." ”

Not good for the body.

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