Ying Xuemei opened her eyes in confusion, and what she saw was a familiar palace. Just as she was about to open her mouth to call someone, what happened before she fell unconscious made her suddenly fall into the cold Zhengmu River water like from a warm quilt.

Struggling to his feet, he screamed in panic.

"Brother Fengqing—"

Da Da Da –

Crunch –

The eagle whose face can only be described as complicated pushed the door and walked in.

"Stop screaming! Fortunately, I was prepared for you to wake up and scream, so that the palace maids left. ”

Ying Xuemei didn't listen to what Ying Zuodong said at all, and asked anxiously.

"Father-Fengqing-Brother Fengqing?"

Ying Zuodong sat down on the edge of the bed and shook his head in disappointment.

"I've searched all over the place, but I can't find it. ”

Ying Xuemei exhaled softly, her body retracted into the quilt, and a smile appeared on her pale face.

"Isn't it good to find it?"

"This time it's different from before! This time I can be sure that he was taken away by Sakura and the people!"

Ying Xuemei's smile froze.

"How can you be sure it's Sakura and the people?"

"In the neighborhood where you were found, there were a lot of Sakura and human corpses. ”

"Then we'll talk directly to Sakura and the dignitaries!"

Eagle got up and walked quickly back and forth in the room, without speaking.

Ying Xuemei didn't know why she spoke again.

"Isn't that okay?"

"Okay, but I don't know who promised to hand over Fengqing to Sakura and painted his portrait myself! I want to hit her a few times now that I think about it!"

Ying Xuemei was a little embarrassed, and more worried.

"I said he was an important prisoner and needed to be interrogated first. As long as people come to us, we can say that the portrait is wrong and so on. ”

"Actually, about Fengqing, you can rest assured. I have sent many spies and dead soldiers to Sakurawa, and if I find him, I can at least guarantee that his life is not in danger. What we need to worry about now is Guangwu!"

"What's wrong with Guangwu?"

"Have you lost your memory except for Fengqing?

Ying Xuemei frowned, and after a while.

"It would be nice to have another emperor. ”

"How can the emperor be so easy to set up? Deyou has no heirs! If you set up an emperor at will, how can you convince the people of the world!"

"Isn't there still a few princes in Jiuzhi?"

"Except for those who were coerced by the three kings, the others were killed by you!"

Ying Xuemei: "......"

"There is a man who is more fit for the throne than anyone else, but unfortunately he is nowhere to be found. ”

"Who?"

"Menghui Prince Li Mingyue. ”

"Then don't make the emperor yet!"

"No! This is a special time, without the emperor, there is no backbone!"

Ying Xuemei thought for a while, and her eyes flashed with different colors.

"Father, let me ascend the throne!"

Ying Zuodong shuddered, and took dozens of steps backwards in a row. Raised his finger to Ying Xuemei, his tongue was not straight.

"Y-you-"

Ying Xuemei got out of bed and walked towards Ying Zuodong. With each step, her face became firmer.

Pull Eagle Sakudong's hand tightly, and press him to sit down in the previous position.

"Father, you can't fail to hear the rumors outside, do you?"

How did Ying Zuodong not hear it, the people were rumored that he was the emperor of Guangwu and so on.

"Now that I am the empress dowager, I have 100,000 pro-troops in my hands! And you are Wu Dinghou and Tai Lieutenant, controlling the million-strong army of Guangwu, even if they complain, they don't dare to say it!"

"Besides, with the current situation, except for us to pacify the other three kings, no matter which prince finally unifies Guangwu, our Eagle family will cease to exist!"

"It seems that there is a choice, but in fact, our Eagle family has already reached a situation where there is no choice!"

A word wakes up the dreamer.

Recently, two emperors have died one after another, and Ying Zuodong's thoughts have not had time to change.

"Hmm! Xuemei, you're right!"

"Father, you can do it. ”

"Well, I'll go get ready now!"

After Ying Zuodong left, Ying Xuemei, who had been domineering before, collapsed.

"Brother Fengqing—I'm sorry! Xuemei misses you!"

......

Ying Zuodong and Ying Xuemei thought that at least Yang Fengqing, who was not worried about his life, was in an unknown mountain stream, his clothes were tattered, and a few more scars were added to his body.

The red-sleeved dagger on his back was gone, and although his face was still very pale, he looked like he could at least move normally.

Lying on a large boulder, pensive.

Huyan Qiongmei's black clothes broke several big holes, and the worst thing was her subordinates, there were only more than ten people left, and all of them were injured, and some were not as injured as Yang Fengqing.

"Miss, what should we do? We are only in Yuzhou now. ”

Huyan Qiongmei pulled her hood angrily, walked quickly to Yang Fengqing's side, and pulled Yang Fengqing's collar tightly.

"Who the hell are you, and why did those people kill you?"

Because they had already made arrangements, everything went smoothly until they left the city yesterday.

But in the valley fifty miles away from the capital, he was ambushed.

Huyan Qiongmei pulled Yang Fengqing out as a shield, but Yang Fengqing was shot with a few arrows, and the men who held Yang Fengqing out couldn't move again.

Yang Fengqing has also been thinking about who is chasing him, and he really thought of it, but he didn't plan to talk to Huyan Qiongmei.

"Luo Daguang, didn't you issue a wanted warrant to me?"

"Don't say it, forget it, the next time you encounter a pursuer, throw him out, we don't want him!"

Although the more she looks at Yang Fengqing, the more hateful she becomes, compared to her good years, she feels that her own life is still important.

A man in charge of guarding Yang Fengqing spoke with murderous intent.

"Miss, this kid is so hateful, he killed hundreds of our brothers in vain, it's better to kill him now!"

"Are you stupid? Kill him now, how can you prove to those people that we don't want him?!"

"In that case, we might as well immobilize him?"

Huyan Qiongmei's eyes lit up.

"Yes, you can do it now, how cruel it is!"

Yang Fengqing secretly said that Huyan Qiongmei's figure was shorter than that of Guangwu women, but the place where she should develop was better than that of ordinary Guangwu women, round and cute.

If she didn't speak, who would have thought that she would have such a vicious heart when she saw such a girl on weekdays?

Yang Fengqing swept up and down Huyan Qiongmei's body, thinking in his heart: "Since that's the case, how can I concoct you later?"

may have already had too much resentment against Yang Fengqing, an oil bottle, and when he learned that he could torture Yang Fengqing, even the man who was as injured as Yang Fengqing struggled to get up.

Huyan Qiongmei was in high spirits on the side, inadvertently meeting Yang Fengqing's gaze, and her body fought several cold wars in a row.

"Wait!"

Huyan Qiongmei's subordinates turned their heads in confusion, if it was usual, Yang Fengqing might still play with them for a while, but now his strength is not one in a hundred, and he doesn't want to turn over in the gutter.

The right hand is swept over the waist, and when it flashes out again, it carries a touch of red.