Laughing, tormenting, crying, pain, countless nights of confusion and madness...... How could they not remember?

"Remember, let it be death." Su Yan said lightly, and slowly pulled out a thin long sword from his waist.

Chen Dalong and the others all showed a look of despair in their eyes.

They all knew that the teenager in front of them, who had grown up, would never let them go.

Because...... What they had done to this boy was enough to make this boy remember his hatred for the rest of his life.

Suddenly, Su Yan came out of the cell.

He was dressed in white without any blood, and his thin sword had been withdrawn from his waist.

Phoenix watched Su Yan leave the cell, leaving not a word, and after thinking for a while, he walked into the cell to take a look, only to see that Chen Dalong and the other five people were all blocked by a sword, and they had already lost their breath.

A different color flashed in the phoenix's eyes, this hatred value is really full!

A few days have passed, and the matter of Chen Dalong's five people has set off a lot of waves in Xiliang Imperial City, but under the arrangement of King Yun, all the bad deeds of Chen Dalong and the five of them as traitors have been exposed.

In this way, the people of Xiliang finally understood what kind of people the four protectors on the first floor of the world, that is, the inseparable guards around the county lord of Qinghuan, were killed.

All of a sudden, the people applauded, the wind suddenly changed, and Su Yan became a little hero who punished rape and eliminated evil!

Ye Qinghuan didn't care much about this, she knew that with her father's power, this matter would not be suppressed, and she hadn't worried about it from the beginning.

Now, what she is most concerned about is the matter of Princess Qingyue in Xiqin, that is, ...... Ding Wan guessed by Tong Yi.

There are two or three days at most, and this Princess Qingyue will come to Xiliang.

She had received the news that the one who accompanied Princess Qingyue to Xiliang was Zhan Taixuan, the second prince of Western Qin, whom she had seen in Dongchu before.

Zhan Taixuan once participated in the ring set up by her ninth uncle at that time, although she lost to Mu Qingmiao in the end, her martial arts are not to be underestimated.

Moreover, the Western Qin has not yet established a crown prince, and the dispute between the princes is very fierce, and the second prince Zhan Taixuan is a prince that the Western Qin Emperor attaches great importance to, and it is very likely to inherit the unification of the Western Qin.

Now the Emperor of Western Qin sent Zhan Taixuan to accompany Princess Qingyue to Xiliang to choose a husband, and it is obvious that Princess Qingyue is very popular with Emperor Xiqin.

When night fell, Ye Qinghuan had not returned to the Regent's Mansion.

She waited in the ancient mansion in the west of the city, waiting for her ninth uncle.

Recently, Murong Jiu has been busy practicing martial arts, as if she has obtained some secrets, and she has not met Murong Jiu.

This Princess Mingyue was about to come, so she came to wait for Murong Jiu, wanting to hear his opinion.

After all...... If Princess Qingyue is really Ding Wan, she still has a little relationship with Murong Jiu!

Facing the charming night, Murong Jiuyi walked into the ancient mansion in the west of the city in a silver-white robe.

He immediately got the news that the little girl was waiting in his room, and immediately strode back to his room.

The door was pushed open slightly, and Ye Qinghuan raised her eyes, only to see Murong Jiu's dark and clear phoenix eyes staring at her thickly, and when he approached her quickly, the corners of his lips raised a beautiful and intoxicating smile.

"Huanhuan hasn't come to me for a long time, and she thought she forgot about me!" Murong Jiu's tone was slightly complaining, not at all like the cold prince that Ye Qinghuan knew.

Ye Qinghuan suddenly laughed, and when Murong Jiu walked in front of her, she took the initiative to throw herself into Murong Jiu's arms, and called softly: "I think about Uncle Nine every day." ”