The two of them—

One is handsome, the other is arrogant and frivolous;

One is independent, and the other is arrogant.

"Your Royal Highness......" Su Yueming looked at Xuanyuan Qihuang, what he gave up so easily was the dream of Xuanyuan Qiche, a cheap man, and he did not hesitate to instigate Su Buqing to let her use female color to tempt Murong Canghai, and did everything possible to get the treasure map.

For the Great Zhou Dynasty, which was suffering from internal and external troubles, as the crown prince, he would not know how important it was to have this treasure.

But he ......

but gave it up.

Xuanyuan Qihuang's gaze crossed the obstacles and fell on Su Yueming's body-

Su Yueming also looked at him, he was dressed in white and shengxue, his long body was jade, and his peerless posture revealed the charm of a lifetime of upside down, the wind blew, and his white clothes flew in the evening breeze.

Even when the tension was at this moment, he still looked at her with an elegant smile.

That smile seemed to have forgotten everything around him, just like in his East Palace, in his study, no one looked at each other.

Murong Canghai's hand hidden in his sleeve trembled slightly.

He had never seen such a look in this woman's eyes—

Touched, gentle, loving.

All she gave him was indifference, and-

Treachery!

For the first time, he used his heart on a woman, but she turned a deaf ear and broke his heart through.

"To you, people, to me." Xuanyuan Qihuang to Murong Canghaidao.

"Kill." However, he only answered Xuanyuan Qihuang with this one word.

The word seemed to come from the lowest part of hell, cold and gloomy, like the death messenger officially pronouncing the end of a person.

Murong Canghai used his hand hard, Su Yueming only felt that Xuanyuan Qihuang in front of him was gone, and Murong Canghai fell on the horse with her.

"Today, let you watch in my arms how your most beloved man dies." His voice was cold and unforgiving to the bone.

"Kill!" Xuanyuan Qihuang raised the flag in his hand, and the yellow flag fluttered in the wind, making a rustling sound.

The two armies fought, and for a moment, the sky was overcast, black clouds were overwhelming, and the dust was blank.

In the shadow of swords and swords, the sound of fighting, the sound of drums, deafening.

One by one, the soldiers fell, the corpses were piled up, and the air was filled with a strong smell of blood, which was disgusting.

Su Yueming clenched her fists and watched Xuanyuan Qihuang lead the soldiers to fight bloodily! His white robe floated in the wind, unconsciously stained with blood, like a red plum in winter, blooming in bloom.

And Murong Canghai stood on top of the horse with her in his arms, his face expressionless from beginning to end, and his arrogant cold eyes were almost numb to the bloody scene in front of him.

"Ahh Hearing only a scream, a Great Zhou soldier rushed towards Murong Canghai with the sword in his hand raised.

Murong Canghai's eyes flashed, overflowing with a trace of murderous aura-

"Ahh

Su Yueming barely saw how he made the knife, and the Great Zhou soldiers who came shouting fell at their feet.

The tip of his knife was dripping with blood, drop by drop, and fell to the ground.

Gradually, the momentum of the Great Zhou slowly weakened, a gap was opened, and the rest burst like a flood and began to disintegrate.

Even if the crown prince Xuanyuan Qihuang himself is good and strategic, Da Zhou has already been like a rotten fruit, and he can't resist the elite master that Murong Canghaihua has personally trained for ten years.