Suddenly, a mouthful of blood spurted out of Murong Huang's mouth, he shook it twice, and fell down with a bang. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 The moment he fell, he saw his long dark brown hair fluttering in the wind, which was particularly dazzling in the sunlight, shimmering with a little golden brilliance.

Unexpectedly, let a prince watch the people of his own country being forced to fight each other! Actually let a weak young man who is accustomed to being pampered endure such a cruel thing! Your Majesty the Emperor, is it too cruel?!

Han Moyu couldn't help herself with grief, she didn't dare to think about it, and looked up at the place where Murong Huang was carried away in a daze. It's just that Murong Huang's beautiful and sad singing voice full of resentment still reverberates in her ears.

Legend has it that lonely people like to sing.

So, did Murong Huang, the red-clothed prince who was singing in the arena, also have boundless loneliness? Until many years later, Han Moyu recalled that time, and still remembered the melancholy in Murong Huang's blue eyes that could not be concealed under his stunning appearance at that time, as well as that deep resentment. Perhaps, no one knows, in the future, this resentment will turn into a fire and burn to Chang'an, Kyoto, and burn everything to ashes.

A group of soldiers had already hurried into the square and dragged the corpses out of the place.

In the square, before the blood stains dried, a group of beautiful women in colorful dresses had already floated in with small steps with a pipa in hand, lined up in a line, forming a beautiful formation, and began to dance and play musical instruments.

Those beautiful dancing girls, twisting their dexterous water snake-like waists, dancing beautifully, extremely charming. Dressed in pink lotus-like shoes, they danced on the blood stains in the square, as if there had been no brutal killings there.

Han Moyu looked at it with a pale face for a while, and then couldn't sit still anymore. She quietly got up and said to General Han Yujue: "Father, the child is out of company." With that, he fled and left the place. Without waiting for General Han Yujue to speak, Han Changyu had already stood up and chased Han Mo out of the gladiatorial arena.

"Han Moyu! wait for me!" Han Changyu shouted as he walked after Han Moyu.

However, Han Moyu heard the shout, and instead of stopping, he sped away farther away.

Han Changyu was in a hurry, exerted force under his feet, and used light skills, caught up with Han Moyu in a few steps, held her down, and then turned his face towards Han Moyu's body, and roared angrily: "What are you running around?! This is the palace garden! What if you get lost?!"

Han Moyu's eyes were red, her head was lowered, tears were rolling in her eyes, and she roared in a low voice, "Don't worry about you!" After speaking, she bit her lips, but the tears still flowed uncontrollably.

Han Changyu frowned, suddenly increased the strength of his hand, and hugged Han Moyu tightly into his arms. Han Moyu was taken aback, and wanted to break free, but he couldn't push away Han Changyu in front of him.

Her face flushed, her heart beat like a drum, and she couldn't speak.

Han Changyu twisted his eyebrows, lowered his head and said, "Mo Yu, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have brought you here to let you see such a cruel scene......" As he spoke, he gave Han Mo Yu a kiss on his forehead.

Han Moyu's face turned red, and he couldn't help but feel a wave of anger and bitterness welling up in his heart. "Phew!" she spat and scolded, "what are you doing? Why are you so ambiguous? Is this like what a brother does? Don't you hate me......

"I ......" Han Changyu put Han Moyu against the corner of the wall, supported the wall with one hand, looked down at Han Moyu, those eyes became deeper, "What am I doing?......" He said softly, looked at Han Moyu with a pair of eyes, stretched out his hand, and gently stroked Han Moyu's delicate face.

Han Moyu felt that her face was unusually hot, and she pushed Han Changyu in a panic, but Han Changyu grabbed her wrist and pressed it against the wall.

"What are you going to do?!" Han Moyu asked with a glare, his heart fluttering.

"What are you doing?" haha...... Han Changyu chuckled lowly, "What am I doing......" He seemed to be a little sad, lowered his head, and then let go of the hand holding Han Moyu, and muttered repeatedly: "What the hell is wrong with me......"

Han Changyu's head hung very low, as if he was about to be buried in Han Moyu's arms, Han Moyu blushed, trying to push him away, but Han Changyu suddenly raised his head and said in Han Moyu's ear: "Moyu, do you know...... Mo Yu, I think I'm crazy......" He choked up a little, and spewed a warm breath in Han Moyu's ear, making Han Mo Yu tremble. Han Moyu was frightened and didn't dare to move anymore, only feeling that the atmosphere around him was extremely weird.

"What person?!" At this moment, Han Moyu heard footsteps in the distance, and a voice shouted at them. Han Moyu trembled and froze under his feet. Han Changyu hugged her and whispered in her ear, "Hold me tight." The words seemed to be full of magic, and before Han Moyu could think about it, his hands were already wrapped around Han Changyu's waist.

In an instant, she only felt that her body was light, and Han Changyu had already jumped up against the wall with her, and jumped into the palace wall behind her under the cover of the trees behind her.

The two of them were close together, leaning against the wall, holding their breath. Outside the palace wall, the sound of hurried footsteps came from far and near, and then a voice sounded: "Nothing, was I dazzled just now? ”

The other exclaimed, "Why did we get here? Let's get out quickly! This is a forbidden place! If you trespass into that palace gate, you will be beheaded!"

"Let's go!" The hurried footsteps of the two people gradually faded away, and Han Moyu breathed a sigh of relief. Han Changyu let go of his hand, took a step back, wrinkled his eyebrows and lowered his head, and said, "I lost my temper for my brother just now." I'm sorry. ”

Han Moyu glanced at Han Changyu, her face was red and white for a while, and she said angrily: "Since you don't dare to admit your feelings, why do you provoke me again and again?!"

"Moyu, I ......" Han Changyu stood under the tree, stretched out his hand to hold Han Moyu, just raised his hand, and hesitated to put it down.

"Sometimes, I really want to leave nothing and get entangled with you like that. Regardless of reputation, disregard of the face of your family, and disregard of the spurning of the world, we will throw away everything and take you away to a place where no one knows us. Han Changyu said in a low voice.

"But I can't. I have the blood of the Han family in my body, and I bear the mission of family honor and disgrace, and I can't disgrace the Han family. I can't ruin you. You're just a young kid and you don't understand anything. I don't want you to hate me in the future. Han Changyu said.