"In what capacity? The future crown princess? Or the future Empress of the Great Zhou? It's just that Xuanyuan Qihuang is destined to ascend to the throne? His brothers are all eyeing each other. Murong Canghai had a cold smile on his face, and there was clear sarcasm in his tone.

Su Yueming poured another glass of wine for Murong Canghai, and watched the clear liquid slowly fill the cup.

She put down the wine bottle and said, "The king of the North Courtyard is wrong, it's not, neither the future crown princess nor the future queen. ”

In this life, there will be no man's surname in front of her Su Yueming's name, she is her, just Su Yueming, not affiliated with anyone.

Murong Canghai's eyes condensed slightly, and said, "Then why are you doing everything possible to help him?" You are so proud, and yet you are willing to intercede with me for him. ”

Su Yueming paused for a moment and said, "This is what I owe him." ”

Murong Canghai suddenly stretched out his hand, and with a slight force of his long hand, he took Su Yueming into his arms, leaned over to look at the woman in front of him, and asked-

"If I promise you, don't you owe me again, and how are you going to pay it?"

She is such an indifferent and arrogant person, and there is no one in her eyes, she is willing to open her mouth to intercede for a man, except because she loves that man, he can't think of any other reason.

His warm eyes gradually became dangerous, and the strength in his hand gradually increased, making Su Yueming's originally calm body feel a strong aura approaching.

"Don't you want an opponent who is good enough to match you?" She asked, trying to keep her face calm.

But he seems to have the ability to dismantle her hardness little by little.

"In your eyes, is he an opponent who is enough to match my Murong Canghai?" His voice was extremely cold.

“…… Be. She looked up at him and said.

Suddenly, as if punishing, Murong Canghai tightened her soft waist tightly, her lips pressed against her lips, and with a force between her teeth, Su Yueming felt a smell of blood.

Su Yueming's arm was between the two, and she wanted to push some away, but she couldn't use her strength at all.

Her salty blood flowed into their lips, and the taste of blood had a thick bitter taste.

His domineering possessive invasion of her city made her face red, her heart flustering, and her head shaking to escape his claws.

But his strength was so great that it was difficult for her to escape.

Perhaps, she has an unbreakable cold heart, and an indifferent and ruthless iron wrist, but as a woman, she was the weak party in front of him from the beginning.

But......

She suddenly felt the weight on her body increase, and his body went limp against hers, his hands hanging limply at her sides.

She looked back at the pear blossom brew that she hadn't finished drinking, and the flask was poured, and the wine fell to the ground one by one.

……

She picked up the dark green jade pendant around his waist, hooked the black and gold lanyard with her little finger, and pulled it gently, and sure enough, there was a thumb-sized bamboo tube inside, and there was a rolled parchment in the heart of the bamboo.

She was not mistaken, it was indeed a map, and she had already guessed that the tattoo on his back was not a real treasure map.

Her gaze quickly swept over every point on it, and recorded it in her mind as quickly as she could, she didn't understand the Great Qin script, and could only remember it as a symbol.