Under the sunlight, the handsome face was exceptionally soft, the crescent-colored eyes were blurred into a slit, and there was a smile on the face.

Bathed in the slightly chilly autumn wind, the coldness on his body dissipated when he met that gentle gaze.

"Uh, what a coincidence, I'm looking for you?" As if she hadn't expected an unexpected encounter, she smiled awkwardly, waved at her, and said hello.

"Yan'er, this king is also looking for you." He lowered his head and looked at her lazily, with a creepy smile on his lips.

The yin is deep, with a bit of deep meaning.

"Uncle Liuhuang, what are you looking for me?" She grinned, and looked away weakly, a little afraid to touch the scorching light.

"You don't know what to do?" It's not an affirmation, but a doubt, and the tone is light and a little playful.

"Uncle Six Emperors is laughing, I'm not a roundworm in your stomach, how can you think about something?"

"Yan'er, the king is here to tell you if you painted the things on Mo's body." He looked at her with a slight wicked smile, and saw that she smirked extremely unnaturally, and then showed a shocked expression.

He was in a good mood, and he had just come to count her down and see how ugly she was.

"No...... No...... I painted it. Jun Feiyan lowered her head, her eyes glancing.

She knew the Dao, in fact, the Sixth Emperor Uncle had already known the Dao, and this time, he was probably just here to test her.

"This king originally thought that you painted very well, and I want to reward you."

Awards? It's good not to look at her jokes, but she's a fool.

"The prince thinks it's good to draw well, but it's a pity that it is not my own hand."

"Oh? If you didn't draw it, who else would have said, there were only the two of you in that place at that time, what? Without the king's permission, if anyone goes there, there is only one way to die. Uncle Six Emperors said word by word, his tone was calm, as if he was talking about common words,

But the more this happened, the more scared she felt, mainly because these six emperor uncles were hiding too deeply, and the deeper they hid, the more they would be troubled.

Jun Feiyan raised her head and looked at him vigilantly, "Maybe there are still people who don't want to die." ”

"Qubble." Uncle Six Emperor said angrily, looking at her with a smile on the corner of his mouth.

This dead girl can talk nonsense, even he can bring it.

"Uncle Six Emperors, heaven and earth have a conscience, heaven and earth learn together, the sun and the moon testify, my heart for you will never change, even if the sea is dry and the stones are rotten, and the stars are changing." She looked at the Sixth Emperor Uncle affectionately, took out her heart and lungs, and said sincerely.

The corners of Uncle Liuhuang's mouth twitched, and he was inexplicably in a good mood, and the difficult smile on his face became more and more public.

The maid next to her was stunned, jealous of Jun Feiyan, and sighed secretly, your prince's smile is simply so good-looking, I have been in this palace for several years, but I have never seen the prince smile.

Today, seeing this is unforgettable.

"Okay, okay, your affection is known to this king, and this king is just telling you that you seem to have forgotten something."

"What's the matter?" She was a little confused, and searched hard in her mind, but found nothing.

"Yan'er, you forgot so soon?" Uncle Six Emperor looked at her steadily, strode to her side, his slender fingers stroked her soft red hair, and his eyes looked intently, like an affectionate man looking at her wife, his eyes were full of deep affection that could not be dissolved.

Jun Feiyan was agitated and took a few steps back. but forgot that her hair was still held hostage in his hands.

Suddenly, there was a tearing pain in her head, and she cried out without warning.

The red hair was straightened and glowed gorgeously in the sun.

"Woo, you neurotic, let go." She leaned in to him and reached out, trying to pat away his hand that was grabbing her hair.

Before his hand hit, he automatically withdrew his hand, his eyes were a little cramped, "Yan'er, it's really ungrateful, this king just saw that your hair was messy, help you straighten it, as a result, you don't accept this king's kindness, forget it, and actually scold this king for being neurotic." ”

"Cut, just you, will you still be kind? Kindness has long been taken away by dogs. You did it on purpose just now, it must have been on purpose, so that Miss Ben felt guilty, no way. She turned her head proudly, as if she had just walked away.

But he was stopped by a cold and magnetic voice behind him, "This king hasn't finished his words yet, don't save the Jun family, don't save it, it's okay if you don't save it, this king himself can also find a token." ”

Jun Feiyan suddenly understood, looked up at the sun, and now it was about to be close to noon, three days later, wouldn't it be just today, and there was not much left until noon.

She didn't want to let out the long-awaited plan like this, so she had no choice but to ......

She turned her head, her face was full of shyness, her head hung very down, and her thin lips moved slightly, as if she wanted to highlight a few words, but she was blocked because of the choking in her throat.

When he tried to adjust to speak, he was tripped by another voice again, "Yan'er, you are really stupid like a pig, what else do you explain." Explanation is a cover-up, cover-up is the truth, if you continue to explain, then your Jun family will really be beheaded. Don't hurry up yet, there's a whole bunch of people waiting for you at the back door. Hurry up. Don't procrastinate. ”

After speaking, ignoring Jun Feiyan, who was still stunned, he pulled her up.

"Uncle Huang, are you going too?"

"No, this king will go there first, and try to delay for you."

Although it was late autumn, the sun was a little hot near noon.

A corner, large enough to accommodate a hundred people, from a high vantage point, you can see that there are many people tied there, whether they are old and young, born swaddling, lame old men, old women, or beautiful girls like flowers, middle-aged women with, weather-beaten and armored martial arts......

And at the front, he was a heroic middle-aged man, he was only wearing a thin coat, his back was rigidly tied with a rope, the tiger's back was forced to bend, and his humiliating posture knelt on the ground.

He reveals a military-like temperament, but it is admirable. Raising his head proudly, a few chilling rays of light shot out of his vicious eagle eyes, and his thin knife-like lips were tightly pursed, revealing his dissatisfaction at the moment. The face that does not look old still has a blank expression, and it seems that he is not afraid of death.

The long wind blew his gray hair, and he squatted there silently, neither happy nor sad, neither sad nor sad.

In his eyes, the terrible cries and complaints around him turned into whirring wind, and he turned a deaf ear to the words of people abusing the court underground.

The only thing that pleased him was that his two daughters were still alive, and they were still alive and did not have to die in this gunsmoke.