The picture scroll is full of fire, and the streets are grand.

A figure eagerly chased the girl dancing on the high platform, his eyes were hot, like a moth chasing a flame.

It was Chu Huaixiu when he was young.

Wen Tong's tears quietly dripped down the scroll.

She never knew that someone had loved her like this across the years and mountains.

Chu Huaixiu looked at her and smiled.

Blood oozed from between his teeth, staining his shirt red.

Wen Tong said gently: "Thank you for loving me and reminding me that I am not a street rat who can't see the light." I was also the daughter of a famous family who was overwhelmed by thousands of people, and I also traveled among the most prosperous markets in Chang'an, and I also tried to wrestle with the ruthless Queen Dayong a few times......"

Chu Huaixiu just laughed.

He raised his hand and wiped his tears for Wen Tong with difficulty.

Fingertips gently brushed her tears, but finally fell weakly.

He was born in the royal family, and since he was a child, he has seen too much affection and wealth and glory, and what he has thought of in his life is just the elegant and gentle prince brother in Chang'an City, where the mountains and rivers are far away, and the princess sister who gave him a piece of silver.

How smart he is, from the day he took the princess's sister into the palace, he knew that this woman's heart was like withered grass, and she had no faith in living.

He deliberately abandoned the court, knowing that the ambition of the wolf son of Nanjing was naturally rebellious, he still handed over the Praetorian Guard to him, but he was ruthless but left Chu Huainan behind......

In fact, subconsciously, I have long known that the princess's sister will not live long.

She doesn't live long, why should he take care of the court conscientiously, why should he care about whether the mountains and rivers of South Vietnam are safe, and why should he care about who is sitting on the throne?

What's the point of him living when she's gone......

Chu Huaixiu died.

Died in the arms of the woman he loved when he was young, and he had no regrets.

Wen Tong slowly closed his eyes for him.

She looked at the light at the end of the secret passage.

She didn't know what was waiting for her outside, but the dying were fearless.

She calmly walked to the end of the secret passage.

Outside the secret passage, it is exiting the southwest gate of the palace.

The cage fire jumped, the young general in the black robe, with an old scar under the corner of his eye, holding a three-foot long knife, and behind him were hundreds of Jin Wuwei, standing in the night, looking at him coldly.

"General Shen."

Wen Tong was not surprised, and his posture was calm.

Shen Yijue's voice did not fluctuate: "My aunt is in Chang'an City, I have been waiting for you for a long time." Please? ”

Wen Tong was dressed in a white dress, weak and weak, and stood quietly in front of the secret passage.

Empress Dayong, Shen Jiang, hated to kill her on the spot.

Sending Shen Yijie to take her back to Chang'an was just to use her life to pinch Xiaolang.

It's a pity......

Wen Tong raised his head.

In the sky, there is the burning city of Shengjing, and the fire is magnificent, and the moonlight is extremely dim.

A morning star, hidden in the blue clouds of the lake, will emerge.

She smiled: "General Shen, is the night beautiful?" ”

"It's beautiful."

"The dragon is prosperous, and the sun is shining. No matter how beautiful the night is, it is not as beautiful as dawn, when the sun leaps out of the sky, the golden beauty is grand in an instant......" A soft sword appeared in Wen Tong's hand, "General Shen, I bother you to tell the queen mother for this palace, Your Highness and this palace will never die in vain." Those who have attained the Tao have much help, and those who have lost the Tao have little help, she is nepotistic and greedy, and she wants to completely control the world, which is absolutely impossible. The main palace, under the nine springs, is waiting for her to meet. ”

The weak woman resolutely raised the soft sword and resolutely wiped it across the thin white neck.

Blood splattered out.

Stained her snow-white skirt red.

She walked cleanly at the beginning of dawn, worthy of the dignity of the crown princess of a country.

Shen Yijie looked at her with lowered eyes.

There was no wave in his eyes, as if he had expected her to be so fierce.

He untied his cloak, indifferently wrapped Wen Tong's corpse, and instructed his subordinates to take her corpse back to Chang'an and hand it over to the queen mother for disposal.

When returning to Yulou Spring, Pomegranate Hua played with the fire butterfly and glanced at Shen Yijue: "Queen Dayong, what kind of person is it?" ”

Shen Yijue stepped on the horse and ignored her.

Pomegranate Hua rode on another horse and said, "It doesn't matter if you don't say it, when you come to Chang'an, I can always see it." It's just Lord Shen, in my opinion, you should kill Han Yanliang, she is Xiao Daoyan's subordinate, she will definitely be as treacherous as that man. What is the abolition of martial arts, this is simply the pretense for her to enter the Shen family as a spy! ”

She admired Xiao Daoyan, but that man repeatedly asked for her life.

It's disgusting!

Since you can't get it, then just destroy him, even his everything!

Shen Yi's face was expressionless: "She can't enter the gate of the Shen family." ”

"And what are you going to do with her? Put her in a prison for interrogation? ”

Shen Yijue glanced at her lightly: "Is this what you should ask?" ”

Without waiting for the pomegranate flower to say anything, the man grabbed the horse's belly and galloped towards Yulouchun.

On Chinese New Year's Eve, snow falls.

Shen Yijue's arms and chest were wearing Senhan thin armor, the cold wind blew through the tips of his frozen red ears, and his eyes were darker than the night.

For some reason, as soon as he thought of the appearance of Han Yan kneeling at his feet, his gauze skirt torn and his chest half-hidden, his blood gushed all over his body, and he even broke out in a hearty sweat in such a cold night.

Cold and cold, she is a demagogic witch.

Ah Di's rejection of her was the right choice.

It is obviously impossible to put her in prison, because she will definitely seduce the jailer with her beauty.

Fortunately, he bought a few foreign houses in Chang'an City, so it is better to lock her in his mansion and keep an eye on her from time to time.

……

The city is full of fire.

Nan Baoyi hurriedly returned to Yuanhe Street, which was an urban area where the emperor's relatives lived, but it was also invaded by the Western barbarians.

Before dawn, the sky was dim, and the streets were full of broken and burning lanterns, and Nan Baoyi saw those Western barbarians looting the garden mansion from the carriage, and they even laughed, openly dragged out the pampered aristocratic girls, and humiliated them in groups in the streets.

On this night, the nobles suffered more than the common people.

Nan Baoyi held the fingertips of the small hand stove and couldn't stop trembling.

She saw it clearly, one of the girls who was abused also came to Jingwang's Mansion as a guest, and innocently asked her at the banquet if she would be very happy every day when she married her beloved Lang Jun, and she also had Lang Jun who wanted to marry......

The carriage galloped, leaving behind the horrific scenes of purgatory.

In King Jing's mansion, Xiao Yi left an elite team led by Shi Yan.

Xu was ordered by Chu Huainan, and the Western Barbarians did not approach this mansion.

Shiyan came out with a knife in his hand, and stepped into the mansion with Nanbaoyi, his delicate face was full of solemnity: "I sent someone to Tianshu to ask for the news, and there was a secret letter from there, Chu Huainan made a deal with the lord of the Western Barbarian State, and borrowed 20,000 Western Barbarian troops to help him ascend the throne, and in return, he allowed the Western Barbarians to loot in Shengjing City for three days, and all the treasures obtained belonged to the Western Barbarians." Moreover, the princess of Xiban was canonized as a concubine. ”