Chapter Ninety-Five: Martyrdom with Death

That night, Xiao Surui held a court meeting to arrange the deployment.

Early in the morning, Liang Qiru revealed Ling Yueming's true identity, which shocked the hundred officials.

"Ling Yue is dormant in the northern frontier in order to send troops to confront the imperial court today. Yesterday, Xi Yuanhou was held hostage and hanged himself in order to protect his reputation, and I am deeply saddened...... Spread my will, and Ling Mao will be the ruler of the country, and he will be buried with the gift of a prince! ”

In the hall, someone immediately whispered, there was no knowledge of Ling Maoze, and there were many loopholes, obviously the emperor intended to protect his shortcomings.

"What? Do you have any objections to my will? ”

Xiao Sujin stretched out her voice, her phoenix eyes provoked unhappily, and asked rhetorically.

Immediately, the hall fell silent, and they all bowed their heads and said nothing.

Xiao Sujin snorted slightly, his eyes swept over the hundred officials majestically, and he named Sinan as the general of the imperial court, and led 200,000 Chixuan troops with Feng Zhuo to immediately go to the northern frontier.

At this time, Hong Yuliang came out and said: "Your Majesty, a few days ago, the regent secretly investigated the 'Tiansha Gate', and he may have a clue. ”

The implication is that the regent is in charge of this matter. Of course, Xiao Sujin knew in her heart that these henchmen of Xiao Mojue didn't see him today, and she was afraid that she had doubts in her heart.

Without the head of the snake, they are in chaos! ’

Xiao Sujin snorted coldly in her heart, and her face was silent.

"Well, what Hong Aiqing said is extremely true, the regent has already infiltrated the northern frontier with some elite soldiers, and he can cooperate with my army to destroy the 'Tiansha Gate' in one fell swoop!"

"The emperor is wise!"

Li Nanqing immediately raised his hands and bowed his waist in praise.

Only then did the ministers understand and immediately complied.

At this moment, Xiao Sujin's heart was surging, and the fists placed on the dragon chair were bursting up.

In the three grades of the DPRK, almost half of them are Xiao Mojue's henchmen. is the first auxiliary minister Liang Qiru, who also respects Xiao Mojue; There are also soldiers of the two armies, who regard him as the 'god of war' of the Celestial Empire, so prestige is in full swing, Xiao Sujin has to be afraid, and he understands that if there is no perfect strategy, he must not move Xiao Mojue!

"!"

Wu screamed lightly, turned over and got up, and immediately gasped in pain, if it weren't for a pair of soft hands, I was afraid that I would have fallen to the ground.

"Miss Yan'er, how is Niangniang?"

Wu Qingyang grabbed Yan'er's arm anxiously and asked anxiously.

"My lord, you, you have caught the slave!"

"Ah, I'm sorry!"

Wu Qingyang let go of Yan'er and sat down on the bed.

"Don't worry, Niangniang, Niangniang is very sad because of the death of Xiyuanhou, close the palace door tightly, and fast for a month."

Yan'er said and turned around to pour water for Wu Qingyang, but she couldn't stop leaving a tear, and quickly switched, changed her smile and handed the water to Wu Qingyang.

"The mother wants the slave to tell the adult, rest assured to recuperate, don't worry."

"Really?"

Wu Qingyang's heart warmed, and his expression was like a child who had eaten candy, innocent and happy.

"How dare the slave speak."

Yan'er smiled, took the cup in Wu Qingyang's hand, helped him lie down again, covered the quilt for him and said softly: "The slave maid boiled porridge for the adult, so I'll go get it." ”

"Miss Yan'er."

Well?

Yan'er turned around and looked at the dance.

"Thank you!"

"Your Excellency is polite, you and I are both people around the mother, naturally a family, in the future, if the adults don't dislike it, just call the slave maid Yan'er."

As he spoke, his face turned red, and he immediately retreated, closing the door, and his heart seemed to jump out of his chest.

She said what she said just now without even thinking about it, and now she thinks about it, how ashamed!

"Sister!"

The abrupt voice remembered, and then a tall figure blocked in front of her, startling Yan'er.

"Yikes! It's you kid! See I don't beat you! ”

When Yan'er saw that it was her younger brother Su Qing, she was immediately annoyed.

Su Qing was not afraid, just now when his sister came out of the dance commander's room, he saw the shy appearance of pressing her chest with one hand, and immediately quipped: "Sister, isn't it that you took advantage of the commander's slumber to eat other people's tofu, and your face turned red!" ”

Yes?

Yan'er didn't expect Su Qing to tease herself so much, and immediately raised her pink fist to fight.

Su Qing was happy as he retreated.

"What's this. It's not a shame that my sister likes to dance and lead, our northern Xinjiang people are bold, so why bother to be a little daughter. ”

"Su Qing! Besides, I'll ignore you! ”

Yan'er was angry and annoyed, her face was flushed, and she wanted to tear off Su Qing's unforgiving mouth.

Behind the pillars, Yu Dai slowly walked out, beautiful and tight, with a heavy face.

Wu Qingyang's loyalty and admiration for the queen mother is in her eyes, and now, Yan'er actually likes to dance lightly, if one day ......

"Perhaps, it's me who thinks too much!"

Yu Dai shook her head, muttered to herself, and slowly left.

She never imagined that her unspoken worries would one day become irreparable facts.

[The love of the beginning of love is like a warm fire, burning itself and burning others]

"I wish the Lord a long life, a long life, a long life!"

The deafening sound of thunder resounded through the sky, like a huge wave crashing against a reef.

Ling Yuexi raised her heavy eyelids and was startled by the scene in front of her.

The kneeling people wore red cloaks that resembled a surging red wave, while themselves were tied to a cross. On his body, he was just covered with a thin layer of red veil, and his skin was looming.

Am I dead and on trial?

Xiao Mojue, what about Xiao Mojue?

Ling Yuexi looked around in fear, but saw a young man surrounded by a woman in red with a light veil on the high platform with a red carpet on the opposite side. He wore a scarlet mask with fangs baring, and a pair of deep eyes looked at him from underneath the mask.

Ling Yueming - Lan Qi, he must be Lan Qi.

Even though he was dressed as a terrible demon, she recognized those eyes.

The corners of Lan Qi's lips moved, her clothes flew, and she flew in front of Ling Yuexi in an instant, stretched out her hand, and lifted her chin.

"Looking for Xiao Mojue?"

The voice was cold and low.

Ling Yuexi looked at Lan Qi quietly, half a sound, and suddenly laughed.

"What a pathetic! Lan Qi, how many masks do you have? Which one is the real you? ”

Lan Qi's eyes tightened suddenly, and with a force in her hand, Ling Yuexi felt that her jaw was about to be crushed by him, but she gritted her teeth and said nothing.

Succumbing to obscenity, neither in the past life nor in this life, can do it!

"You're different! No wonder it would make a wise and martial man like Xiao Mojue die and be martyred! ”

Martyrdom to death?

Ling Yuexi's gaze staring at Lan Qi became colder and colder, colder and colder, and finally became hollow.

Then two lines of tears flowed from his eyes.

Xiao Mojue, is he dead?

At that moment, it seemed that all the vitality had been drained away, and if it wasn't tied firmly, I was afraid that my body would have been paralyzed.

It turned out that Xiao Mojue had already been deeply engraved in her heart unconsciously.

He's dead.

She's going to be in pain!

Lan Qi stared at Ling Yuexi fixedly, his expression lost his mind for a moment.

Isn't that what he wants?

Why did she feel a sense of decadence when she saw Ling Yuexi crying bitterly because of Xiao Mojue's death?

At this time, there was a commotion in the crowd, and Lan Qi turned around, and when he saw someone coming, he couldn't help frowning slightly.