"Girl!" Xuanyuan Qilin, who was a step late, saw Su Yueming fall to the ground suddenly, like a dead leaf that had been dropped by a strong wind, his heart was suddenly suffocated, and the horse under his crotch was also frightened by the scene in front of him, standing in place and not moving.

“…… Moonlight. ”

The prince's eyes blinked weakly, and he looked at the scene ahead in disbelief, his heart trembling.

"Your Highness, Weichen deserves to die, he actually taught such a great rebellion and endangered the evil seed of the court, and today Weichen personally killed her to show his loyalty!" Su Buqing jumped off the horse, knelt down in front of the prince, and bowed his head.

The prince held the long sword in his hand and turned his head suddenly, the cold and terrifying eyes startled Su Buqing, and he immediately lowered his head weakly.

"Huh!" Xuanyuan Qilin suddenly pulled out the sword at his waist, and the tip of the sword went straight to the position of Su Buqing's throat cuff, he wanted to kill this despicable and shameless old thing with a sword!

"Seven Princes!" Seeing this, Yuli immediately pulled out his sword and slashed at Xuanyuan Qilin's sword, and the sword was immediately cut off, cutting off a piece of hair on Su Buqing's head.

The black silk fell on his body, Su Buqing's face turned blue with fright, and the whole person collapsed to the ground, just a little bit, he became the soul of the seventh prince's sword.

"Lord, by all means! If you kill the right minister, Concubine Rong will ...... her" Yuli pressed Xuanyuan Qilin's hand and whispered comfort.

Xuanyuan Qilin's hand holding the long sword was clearly trembling.

The dust and smoke in front of him dissipated, Su Yueming was gone, and Murong Canghai and his guards were gone.

"Your Highness, you are seriously injured, go back to the palace to pass on the imperial doctor...... Your Highness! Don't! Before he could finish his words, he saw the prince kneeling on one knee, supporting the ground with his sword, and with one force, he had already flown on his horse.

"Drive!" He raised his whip high, used all his strength, and whipped it the horse's back, and the horse galloped away in the direction where Su Yueming had disappeared.

The blood that sprayed from his shoulders flew in the air, dripping on the loess, and the white robe was gradually dyed red, a shocking sight.

"Quick, protect Your Highness!" Feng Qi immediately flew on his horse and chased after the rest of the guards in the direction the prince had left.

On top of the galloping horses, blood-stained robes fluttered high.

The distant sky grew more and more gloomy, as if it was about to fall, and the dark clouds were so heavy that it was oppressive and breathless.

The crown prince's eyes were like torches looking ahead, his face was condensed, his thin lips were pursed, and the fire in his heart was burning.

"Moonlight!" He whispered the name vigorously.

The name had been implicated in the deepest part of his heart before he knew it.

In the farthest place of the years, it exudes a light that never retreats.

I don't know how far I have chased, but the horse under me is already foaming at the mouth with exhaustion, and its legs and feet are weak, and its speed gradually slows down.

But there was never a figure of Su Yueming in Zaijian, she seemed to suddenly disappear out of thin air, disappearing into his shijie.

His heart slowly sank to the bottom, and the grief and indignation on his face overflowed.

The whole world seemed to echo the sorrow in his heart.

At this time, the downpour of rain came suddenly, and the entire shijie was shrouded in a rain curtain.

Heaven and earth are clouded, and nothing can be seen.

On the city tower not far away, a pair of vicious eyes looked at the white-robed man who still did not stop running in the torrential rain, and a cold smile overflowed from the corner of his lips, saying-