"Seventh Emperor Brother, did you expect that?" a smile appeared on the corner of Yang Qinghan's mouth.

The person who had been corresponding, he found.

"Brother Huang is, even at the last minute, he still has to find all the answers. Yang Qingjue saw Yang Qinghan pick up the golden cup on the tray and stepped forward with a smile.

At the same time, Yang Qinghan took a step back.

He looked back at the capital.

In addition to the purple brilliance, it has not been eroded by the war......

Capital.

"Actually, there is still something unclear about Lonely. He asked with a smile.

"According to Lone's guess, the emperor's brother is so sick and weak, he shouldn't have appeared in front of the stage. Now, it is you who have ascended this high platform. ”

"Lone is very curious, who should be the one who should have come to confront Lone?"

The purple brilliance still lingers in the entire imperial city, but the tea is almost cold, and this big drama should be dispersed.

"Brother Huang, in fact, you are quite right. Yang Qingjue raised her hand, obviously her patience had run out.

"But you've missed someone—the one who should have come here was the eldest son of the Ye family. ”

Yang Qinghan's expression froze for a moment, and then he clapped his hands happily and laughed.

"I see, I see. ”

The variables from beginning to end are really only the third miss of the Ye family.

"In this case, the royal brother might as well gamble with his brother again. He put the golden cup between his lips, and his face was already clear, "Is my brother going to die from wine, or will he be crushed to pieces?"

"As for this wicked man who killed his father and brother, he can only wronged the emperor's brother. ”

"Yes. Yang Qingjue replied with a smile.

He watched as the golden cup fell to the ground, and the remnants of the cloudy wine slipped off the rim. Looking at the black dazzling golden python that passed by, with its teeth and claws on the dark crown, sank into the vast sky and earth.

"It's just that the Seventh Emperor Brother's mood is a little anxious now. ”

Those clear eyes still exude a light that can see through people's hearts.

His Royal Highness the Crown Prince has been overlooking the world for a long time, and it is the same in life and death.

He has never become an emperor, but he holds thousands of Li people in the palm of his hand.

There was a muffled sound from the audience, and Yang Qingjue closed the sleeves of his robe and turned to face Yang Mingshi.

"Emperor Yang Mingshi of Stability, absurd and unreasonable, addicted to evil and crooked arts, mediocre in everything, and wants to bring Ningguo to a place of no return. ”

"If you are guilty, you should be punished. ”

Yang Mingshi was just thrown to the stunned by Han Tang, and then kicked away by the stunned, and now he was being caught by Wu Yong, who had blood on his hands, and couldn't move.

He struggled desperately, but he couldn't break free from the shackles on his body.

"Rebel. He opened his eyes and scolded angrily, "Kill Brother You first, and now you plan to kill the king?"

His Majesty laughed. Yang Qingjue took a glass of wine from Wu Yong's hand and gradually approached Yang Mingshi, "Your Majesty has been suffering for a long time, and I am here to kill Your Majesty, for the world and the people." ”

"Help!"

"In order to block the western and northern teams, the imperial brother sent a team of spirit masters led by the eight-star spirit master, and the rest of them were each having their own dreams. ”

Yang Qingjue pinched the face of the five-star spirit master Yang Mingshi, and as soon as he used force, his mouth opened.

He slowly poured the wine into the mouth of his father, and there was no trace of pathos in his eyes.

Whether it is Yang Qinghan or the youngest fifteenth prince, their impression of their father is just that of the emperor who is obsessed with lust and will kill their mother if he is unhappy.

The emperor's house, what kind of family affection and what kind of benevolence and filial piety?

Yang Qingjue slowly let go of his hand and spit out a breath of turbidity.

Am I anxious? In his spare time, he asked himself.

In the entire capital, except for the fourth brother who stayed out of the matter, he was the only prince left.

The connections of various families have long been in hand, and he should be unhurried and unhurried.

As a result, his overflowing eagerness was still clearly seen.

"The crown prince intended to rebel, killed the king, and has been ambushed. He walked down the platform and drank from the guards, who had woken up.

"Surround all the prince's mansion, the prince rebels, and all men over the age of three and women over the age of five will be killed. ”

"The emperor died, the war was tense, and the mourning period was postponed. ”

"Your Highness......" led one of them to speak timidly.

"The jade seal is in my hands, and the tiger talisman and the turtle talisman are also owned by me, who dares to disobey?" Yang Qingjue frowned, and his tone remained unchanged.

The person who was about to speak instantly shrank back and kept silent.

"Wu Yong, go to the prince's mansion and wait, in case someone escapes. ”

The slightly thin figure, the appearance of the handsome son, is indeed His Royal Highness King Zhao.

But why do you think that His Royal Highness King Zhao has become a little different?

The coup d'état in the imperial city has not yet reached the capital, and the people in the capital still act according to the fixed daily routine.

Brother Gongzi, who was beaten by Xiao Qi, has already returned home scolding.

The vermilion door of the mansion is closed, and a plaque hangs on the beam, on which are several large gilded characters:

The Great General's Mansion of Weiyuan.

Zhong Ying stood outside the gate of the mansion and clenched the saber at her waist.

Years of resentment are finally coming to an end at this moment.

"What are you doing?" said a cold voice from behind itself.

Zhong Ying stopped and did not look back.

"Can't you see? I'm going to settle accounts with the general. Zhong Ying raised her face and looked at the big gilded characters.

He came from an official family, and he could have had a smooth journey and fulfilled his ambitions.

But this empty dream has long been shattered overnight.

If it weren't for the people in this house, the current Zhong Ying would probably be able to defend the people of one side and establish the prestige of a country like the eldest son of the Ye family.

Instead of being like now, both parents died, and in order to make a living, they even needed to devote themselves to the pear orchard.

"Not right now. Qingtang jumped down lightly and stood behind Zhong Ying, "And you are just an ordinary person, if you enter like this, it is impossible to come out alive." ”

"Then what am I living for now?" Zhong Ying clenched the handle of the knife and turned around sharply.

"Even if I follow the play, I have to stay in the capital, I do things for the third lady, and I work for the Seventh Highness, just so that I can enter the general's mansion one day. ”

"I don't seek to kill my enemies, because I can't fulfill my long-cherished wish.

I just want to be able to swing a sword in this mansion to sacrifice to the five clans of the household department!"

Fierceness appeared on Zhong Ying's face, and a killing intent emerged in those eyes.

"So, the contact with me is all fake?" Qingtang shook his hand and made a gesture to grab the knife.

Zhong Ying's horizontal knife was in front of him, and he said with a wry smile:

"Definitely. ”

Whether it is laughing and scolding, or making gestures, it is just moving the excerpt from the stage to the offstage, and it is a real play.

Zhong Ying wrote the drama and sang it by herself.

And his life is more like a singing and lamentable excerpt, hooking him into the play.

Qingtang shot extremely quickly, and almost at the same time, Zhong Ying turned the blade and compared the white blade to his neck.

"Qingtang, let me in. He said in a trembling voice, "I can't wait any longer, as soon as the enemy arrives, the general will go out of the city, and if I want to kill him again, I will have to fight against tens of millions of Li people." ”

"And now, without General Weiyuan, there will be the rest of the people, and only now, there is still time to ......"

Zhong Ying's hand trembled slightly, and Qingtang frowned, estimating the possibility of succeeding in seizing the knife.

"I'm going to kill him, I'm going to kill him, I'm not going to let him go. ”

Zhong Ying muttered, and the eyes that had always remained agile in front of Ye Qinzhu were completely confused.

This opportunity, this time, he waited too long.

When he was really able to fulfill his long-cherished wish, he screamed all over his body.

This life, this life that even a spirit master can't become, is really completely different from the one in the playbook.

The person who got revenge and hugged the beauty will not be him after all.