Looking at the cold corpse, he couldn't suppress the ecstasy in his heart.

"Hahaha, Huan Wuyou, although you are famous all your life, but unfortunately God is on my side. ”

You Zhaochen laughed wildly, and the laughter echoed in the Immortal Valley for a long time.

I saw that he raised his knife and cut off Huan Wuyou's head easily.

While wiping the blood on the sword with his sleeve, he said to General Huang beside him: "You pack this head well, and send it to Lord Shangshulin of the military department of Changyue." ”

General Huang hesitated for a moment, and couldn't help but ask: "Your Majesty, isn't killing Huan Wuyou equivalent to eradicating the biggest trouble of the Changyue rebels? Why don't we take advantage of their domestic turmoil to annex Changyue in one fell swoop?"

"General Huang's words are wrong, this Huan Wuyou is the foundation of Changyue, without him, no matter how much Changyue is tossed now, it is just a plate of loose sand, and it can no longer pose any threat to Yeliang. ”

"In addition, the situation of checks and balances of the three countries has been maintained for many years, if the night is cool and Changyue completely starts a war at this time, it will only let the northern Houchen sit and reap the benefits of the fisherman. ”

You Zhaochen said unhurriedly, his eyes still staring at Huan Wuyou's bloody head.

"Your Majesty is wise, the last general will do it!"

General Huang then ordered his subordinates to carefully put away Huan Wuyou's head.

A few days later, Changyue's rebellion was a foregone conclusion, and this heavy head was also sent to the imperial city of Lin Shangshu.

Seeing this, Lin Shangshu immediately held an enthronement ceremony, but unfortunately the dragon chair was killed by his son Lin Rui before he could sit on the hot seat, and Lin Rui also ascended the throne naturally.

The state capitals across the country were weak and incompetent, and they were as one-sided as grass on the wall, and they actually wrote to support Lin Rui's accession to the throne as a way to show their loyalty.

After Lin Rui ascended the throne, he collected Huan Wuyou's head as a treasure in the treasury, and changed the name of Changyue to Changlin, and even sent troops to search for the remnants of the Changyue royal family throughout the country and kill them all.

In the Wuming Sect, the queen couldn't cry, looking at the various information collected by Tianjilou, her heart seemed to sink into purgatory, and the bad news of her husband's death and the death of her family and country was constantly hovering on the verge of collapse.

Tianjilou is an important institution founded by various sects to collect timely information from all over the world. Like the big events that happened in Changyue, Tianjilou is naturally well aware.

Huan Wuyou's death was not willing to believe it at first, and even held a trace of luck, until the head of the family personally persuaded the queen to die.

It is said that if the heart dies, the man will die. The queen turned white overnight, and since then she has been sick in bed, unable to eat, and died of depression within a few days.

As the former Changyue royal family, the head of the family, Huan Wuming, personally cleaned up the aftermath of Empress Changyue and buried her in the peach source of the mountain behind Wuming Sect.

On the day of the queen's death, the little prince cried until he choked his breath, but fortunately the head of the house came to the rescue and picked up a small life.

"Queen Mother, don't worry, Xiaoyu will take care of the little prince, and the little prince will be my child in the future, and I will be her mother!"

The maid Xiaoyu knelt in front of the queen's tomb and cried.

She has been an orphan since she was a child, adopted by her father-in-law in the imperial city, and served various dignitaries in the palace, only the queen is the best for her. After so many changes, Xiaoyu has become much stronger.

And General Gao has always been angry, unwilling to live in Wumingzong, and has repeatedly proposed to the head of the sect to worship the martial arts, become a martial artist, and avenge Changyue.

It's a pity that if you enter the martial arts, you have to let go of the strife of the mortal world, so the head of the family has never agreed.

In the end, General Gao couldn't stand it anymore, and after leaving a letter to Xiaoyu, he quietly left in the night.

"Now that Changyue has been replaced by a traitor, how can my Changyue boy sit still and wait to be killed, follow the first emperor for decades, the minister has nothing to repay, the body of the first emperor is not cold, the minister should remove the shame of Changyue and chase the first emperor!"

Xiao Yu looked at the letter in her hand, her heart was mixed, it was very unpleasant, she thought that maybe only in the face of the ruin of the country and the death of the family can she truly reflect the value and meaning of a person.

Two days later, news came from Tianji Tower, Gao Zewen, the remnant of Changyue, broke into the palace at night, wanting to assassinate Changlin Shengshang, and was guarded by Dalin on the spot, and his head hung in the city for three days to deter people.

Receiving this message seemed to be expected for Xiao Yu, and all that was left was endless lamentation.

The head of the sect, Huan Wuming, still meditates in the Wuji Pavilion every day, and he doesn't care about these mortal things.

This kind of news collected by Tianji Tower is just a topic for the disciples in the sect to discuss in their spare time.

Xiao Yu took the little prince and was arranged by the head of the sect to Wu Shuyuan, which is where the female disciples of the sect live, so that Xiao Yu's food, clothing, housing and transportation will be more convenient.

The average age of these female disciples is about the same as Xiao Yu, and they are quite enthusiastic about Xiao Yu.

In addition to taking care of the little prince, Xiaoyu also made a few new friends and quickly got along with them.

But the problem of the little prince's lack of milk made it difficult for Xiaoyu, she realized that feeding with rice noodles every day was not a way after all, and sometimes the little prince was so hungry that he cried at night, which made Xiaoyu very distressed.

Seeing that Xiaoyu was worried, some kind-hearted female disciples took advantage of the darkness to steal the cloud beast milk in the Dianyao Pavilion, those cloud beast milk were collected by the senior brother and the head of the family when they traveled all over the world, extremely precious, although the appearance is no different from ordinary milk, but it has a peculiar effect, not only can cure diseases and save people, but also can prolong life.

But these "female thieves" were quickly caught by Pharmacist Yang, who was in charge of the Medicine Pavilion, and reported to the master, after the head learned of the situation, not only did he not blame them, but also ordered Pharmacist Yang to refine the cloud beast milk and give it to Xiaoyu.

In the end, with the help of cloud beast milk, the little prince successfully passed the lactation period, and his body was also undergoing subtle changes.

Those female disciples don't want to be envious, they don't have a lot of strength to get cloud beast milk, and the most important thing is that cloud beast milk also has a function, that is, beauty and beauty.

As the days went by, the little prince began to babble under Xiaoyu's careful care, and the relationship between the little prince and Xiaoyu became deeper and deeper.

Because of the death of both parents, the little prince has never had a name, and it was not until a year later, on the queen's death day, that Xiaoyu begged the head of the family to be the master and give the little prince a name.

"This child should have enjoyed the glory, but it's a pity that he was born at the wrong time, I hope he will live a frank and chic life in the future, so it's better to call him worry-free!"

Huan Wuming said kindly.

However, in order to protect the little prince from being spied on by the rebels, he could only give up the surname of the Changyue royal family and let him follow Xiaoyu's surname Ye.

"Ye Wuwu, Ye Wuwu, you will be called Ye Wuwu in the future. ”

Xiao Yu hugged the little prince, stroked his tender little face with her hand, and said softly.