After Jun Buwu finished speaking, all the people below were saying that the emperor was benevolent and the emperor was sacred. Jun Buwu's eyes looked at Su Musha coldly, Su Musha vomited blood violently, and the blood was stained with her white clothes.

"So go back to where you belong."

Jun Buwu's tone was full of impatience, he turned on the switch of the wheelchair, and sent out the gold thread in the wheelchair, and the gold thread tightly wrapped around Su Musha, not giving Su Musha a chance to resist.

Su Musha's body is weak, his internal strength has long been exhausted, and he is riddled with gold wires, so naturally there is no way to untie them, and it is the gold wire released by the wheelchair made by the world's first Karakuri master.

Su Musha was escorted away by the guards, she looked at the flowers in a little despair, if tomorrow her parents all became the souls of the executioners of Nanliang, what face would she have to live alone in this world.

If it weren't for his obsession with Jun Buwu, how could his father, who loved him, join Jun Buwu's camp when the three kings were fighting for power?

If it weren't for his obsession with Jun Buwu, how could his loyal and patriotic father be the executioner who killed the former emperor and the eldest prince on behalf of Jun Buwu?

If it weren't for his obsession with Jun Buwu, how could the entire Su family become in this situation?

Su Musha gritted his teeth and tried his best to hold back his tears, but no one could relieve the pain in his heart.

Love for Su Musha, with too many devastating blows.

At night, in the cold palace, Mulan gently wiped the forehead of Su Musha, who was in a coma.

Miss is so pitiful, Mulan sighed softly in her heart.

This is accompanied by the sound of wheelchairs rubbing against the floor, and the cacophony of pushing doors.

The bright yellow robe fluttered in the wind.

Mulan knew that she had to be tough, but she couldn't be tough, and she still made a non-standard greeting to the visitor: "The emperor is auspicious." ”

"Get out."

Jun Buwu looked at Su Musha, who was pale on the bed, and said coldly to Mulan.

"Your Majesty, Miss is pitiful enough."

"What do you call her?"

A grim expression flashed on Jun Buwu's face, and he was very dissatisfied with Mulan's address to Su Musha.

"Miss, what's it called?"

Mulan was full of distress for Su Musha, so her tone was mixed with resentment towards Jun Buwu.

"Don't call Miss, she's married to me."

Jun Buwu said coldly.

If you marry him, you can't be called a miss, even if it's in the cold palace, you have to be called a concubine.

Mulan still wanted to argue a few words, but she didn't want to see her here.

"Get out."

Mulan nervously glanced at Su Musha, who was in a coma, and was reluctantly invited out by the guards.

The silent, dilapidated cold palace was left with him and her.

Jun Buwu pushed the wheel in the wheelchair close to the bed, and carefully looked at Su Musha's face.

It is beautiful and durable, with a unique charm in the world, just like a lotus flower out of the water, and also like a plum in winter.

Jun Buwu's fingers lightly touched Su Musha's cheek, as if he didn't want to wake her up.

However, it backfired, and Su Musha, who was in a coma, suddenly opened her eyes, and she saw Jun Buwu, who was close to her.

Su Mu got up, shrank into the corner on the other side of the bed, and asked in a frightened voice, "What do you want to do?" What are you doing here? ”

Jun Buwu in the night is a bloodthirsty demon, which Su Musha deeply understands, so Su Musha is so afraid, because she has tasted the bloodthirsty demonic Jun Buwu's methods.

Jun Buwu looked at Su Musha, who was so afraid of him, and the anger in his heart couldn't help but amplify.