Gongliang stepped forward and faced the four killers and the two children of Hongyeol Hongji.

The two children watched in silence.

Before Gongliang could stretch out his hand, before choosing, Honglie spoke first and said with a disdainful face: "Don't hurry up and bring your own son back!" Anyway, sir, I'm not your own! It doesn't matter if you stay. Don't bury your own child here just because of poor master! ”

Gongliang and Langyue, including Hongji, were stunned. They didn't expect that Honglie, a child at a young age, would make such a sacrificing act of sacrificing himself and begging others at the moment of life and death.

Gongliang had already silently decided in his heart that if he wanted to take away Hongji, he could only sacrifice his son Honglie.

As Hongyeol's biological mother, Gongliang Zhu'er is naturally emotionally helpless and unbearable.

Honglie will make such a choice now, which makes Gongliang suddenly feel that Hongyeol's child has grown up and become more and more responsible, and he is worthy of being the son of her and Helian Yingche.

Gongliang looked at Hongyeol with tears in his eyes, staring at Hongyeol's clear eyes.

As if he understood something, Hongyeol pursed his lips and smiled at Gongliang.

Gongliang had no choice but to withdraw his gaze and fall on Hongji's body, because Gongliang Jia'er couldn't bear to see Hongyeol's eyes again. Because if Gongliang looks at it for one more second, his heart will be tormented for one more moment.

In the end, Gongliang still took Hongji's hand.

"The mother concubine has wronged you!"

Gongliang brought Hongji to his side.

Hongji said: "Mother, Honglie ......"

Before Hongji could finish speaking, he was hugged into his arms by Gongliang.

"Hongyeol, a good boy of the mother! It's not that the mother concubine doesn't want to seek great achievements, but the mother concubine has no choice! I have to take care of one by one. ”

The four killers in front of him laughed loudly.

"That's right. If I had cooperated with us a long time ago, why would you let your own son suffer?! ”

"You promised me that as long as you leave Hongji, you will let our mother and son leave."

Gongliang, who has decided to sacrifice his own flesh and blood, must ensure the safety of Hongji.

"Of course, of course we will do what we say. You can go now. ”

"However, there is one more question for you. Who sent you? When the time comes, when others ask, I will have an explanation. ”

Gongliang is still haggling with the four killers. I hope to find out from the mouths of the killers who are behind them.

"Don't worry about this Ying Guifei Niangniang, in the future, Niangniang will naturally know!"

The four killers in front of them were very cunning, and they still refused to reveal to Gongliang who they were instructed by.

"I advise Concubine Ying to leave with your child as soon as possible, otherwise, if we change our minds for a while, then at that time, not only will Hongji's kid not be able to keep it, but even your son and yourself may have to die innocently under our knife."

Gongliang Jie'er must first place Hongji in a safe place, so Gongliang Jie'er must give up Honglie and leave with Hongji.

Before leaving, Gongliang glanced at his own son Hongyeol. The tears in his eyes have been rolling in his eyes, but they have not fallen.

"Mother is sorry for you!"

Gongliang Zhu'er said a word to Honglie, got up with Hongji, and told Langyue to leave.

"Mother's ......"

Langyue couldn't bear to leave Hongyeol here alone, and threw it in the hands of the killers who were strangled by the four fierce gods in front of him. Lang Yue and Gongliang are very clear in their hearts. Hongyeol fell into the hands of the killer and almost certainly died.

"Get the moon! Didn't you hear me clearly?! Don't go yet! ”

Lang Yue knew that Gongliang Jiao'er must be in great pain at this time, but he was helpless.

In desperation, Lang Yue had to go back with Gongliang. Returned to the palace.

Honglie watched Gongliang take his brother Hongji and leave safely. That's reassuring.

"Were you not instructed by others to come and kill me? But before I die, I have to die, right? Who is it that wants to put me to death? ”

Hongyeol was like a little adult, neither humble nor arrogant, calm and calm, raised his little face, and asked the four killers whose knives were already on his neck.

"You kid, you're not big. It is a kind of Mount Tai, collapsed in front of you, the face does not change, the heart does not beat the quality! ”

Although the four killers were on orders, seeing Hongyeol's child, he was so calm, far beyond the mind of a child of his age, and the four killers had to secretly admire it in their hearts.

"You're going to die anyway. Since you have such a wish, we might as well tell you before you die. We are on the orders of Mo Wu Qiqi, the uncle of the Rouyi Kingdom, and we have come to take your life! ”

When Honglie was studying with the crown prince and the prince, he heard that there was an ugly old man in Rouyi who was filthy and vicious in his heart, and he said that he was the uncle of Rouyi.

Honglie can't remember Mo Wu Qiqi clearly, but he is only referred to as "black chicken". And because Uncle Mo Wu Qiqi is very old, he is Honglie. likes to joke in private, calling him "old black chicken".

"It turned out to be that old black chicken!"

Hongyeol muttered quietly.

"What did you just mutter?"

The killer asked Hongyeol sharply.

Hongyeol raised his eyes and smiled.

"It's nothing, I just think that Uncle Guo is such a smart person, how can he only think of the stupidest way to kill people!"

Hongyeol knows that Rouyi and Dayan are not on good terms. Rouyi's uncle, Mo Wu Qiqi, is not a good person.

Uncle Mo Wu Qiqi specially sent to kill his brother Hongji, there must be another intention.

"You little doll. How dare you belittle our uncle?! I think you're tired of being crooked, aren't you?! ”

"I'm just going to say one more fact, what are you guys so grumpy?! I can see as a child that if you kill me, you won't solve the problem at all. Instead of killing me, you should send me to Rouyi, your uncle. Think for your uncle. You have killed me here, and no one knows who you are instructed to do but myself. Even if I die at your hands. Not many people know how I died! When the time comes, I will still be buried in the scenery! And your uncle and the four of you can only end up with one of them, and they can only kill children! Wouldn't it be despised by the people of the world! ”

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