Qiankunzi knows that this matter is the best solution, and it is not appropriate to say more. He still has to hurry back to heal Huangfu Yue's injuries.

That night, the concubine who lived in the cold palace cried hoarsely, and the nineteenth princess she gave birth to was missing.

It's a pity that a concubine who was relegated to the cold palace two years ago has no power, no power and no ability, a princess who has grown up to five years old in the cold palace, and she hasn't even seen the face of the emperor a few times.

The nineteen princesses are in Huang Fuyue's princess mansion at the moment, her flesh and blood are blurred in a secret room, Huang Fuyue's hands are full of blood in her heart, and her pale face has already shown a bit of blood.

By the time she opened her eyes, she looked much better.

Qiankunzi was also there, he said: "Xiao Yueyue, your injuries should be recuperated, this girl was born when the moon is cloudy and cloudy, and it is most suitable to repair your injuries, but unfortunately her blood is too little, the teacher will continue to look for you, you yourself are worthy of the pill given to you by the teacher, good life and cultivation, and you will recover in less than ten days." ”

Huangfu Yue didn't even look at the corpse of the nineteenth princess, for her, she didn't have a sister, and that girl was just her fodder.

She said, "Master, what should Yueyue do now?"

Qiankunzi said meaningfully: "Rest and recuperate!"

Huang Fuyue understands that her injuries need to be recuperated, and the trust between her and her father and the emperor that has cracked must also be recuperated and wait for the opportunity.

But that doesn't mean she can't do anything to vent.

actually harmed her to such a situation, Huangfu Jingyan, is this princess at your mercy?

At this time, in the west of the suburbs of Beijing, he had reached the junction of Jiazhou and Guzhou, in a wasteland wilderness, a person was desperately running, but no matter how he ran, he could feel the pursuers behind him.

He was a little tired.

He was originally wearing a gorgeous brocade robe, with a handsome appearance, and he was a beautiful son in the world, but at the moment the brocade was stained with dust, and there were several tears on it, and some of the blood from the wound was coagulated, and some were still seeping out.

Apparently he had been running around like a fugitive for some time.

Finally, the soul-chasing murderous aura behind him seemed to be gone, and he ran in front of him, stumbling under his feet, rushing forward, and falling right on a meadow.

He didn't get up, he lay on his back on the grass and began to gasp for air.

The weather in early winter was cold, but his forehead was full of sweat, and his whole body was even more sore, and he couldn't even feel the pain in the wound.

Suddenly, he rolled violently, and where he had been lying, the sword slashed a piece of grass clippings.

He scolded: "-man, you have the ability to fight with Lao Tzu openly!" His embarrassment and panic were shown from this scolding.

Those who have fled for three days, and are tired of running for their lives every day,

A figure in Tsing Yi appeared neatly from not far away, it was a woman with a face like a flower, but a face like frost and snow, and a cold expression.

The man jumped up from the ground and gritted his teeth: "-man, do you think Lao Tzu is the second elder, so easy to kill? Lao Tzu wants your life!"

This man is Su Yechen, three days ago, Su Liu died in the bed of a woman in a green building.

He immediately sensed the crisis, and guessed that it must be Su Zixian's.

He originally wanted to ask the fifth princess for help, but he felt that the fifth princess couldn't take care of him now, so he decided to gather his own people, strike first, and kill Su Zixian's cheap.