"Choose her father, she must die!"

"Choose her, the one who dies is the father, choose."

Bei Zhan looked at Bei Yao and said coldly: "Bei Yao, if Fu Ling dies here, do you think Feng Zhuo will let it go and let go of the Beilin Empire?" ”

"What if you don't let me go?" Bei Yao smiled and said, "I'll die, and I'll take her with me." ”

"What's more, only Feng Zhuo won't let me go?"

Bei Yao looked at Bei Zhan and asked, "Will you let me go?" ”

"If my father wakes up and knows that I have forced Fu Ling to death, will he let me go?"

"No!" Bei Yao screamed: "None of us! ”

"I want her to die, I want her to die!"

"Even if I die, I'm going to take her with me!"

Bei Zhan looked at Bei Yao indifferently and did not speak again.

The way things are now, no one expected.

Especially the Whisk.

If she knew that things would turn out like this, and knew that Bei Yao would unite with outsiders to harm her uncle because of her hatred for her, she would have killed Bei Yao directly in the Ye family, and she would never let Bei Yao go in front of her uncle!

Whirling didn't expect things to turn out like this.

I didn't expect the same in the Northern War.

Bei Yao's jealousy, Bei Zhan knows, because he is also jealous.

But what did Whirling do?

First, he did not directly compete with them for his father's love, and he did not attract his father's attention by his father's side all the year round, and third, he did not stumble on them like those princes and princesses did in private.

Why did Bei Yao hate Fu Ling to such a point?

"Is it that as long as I die, I will hand over my uncle's soul?" Fu Ling looked at Bei Yao and asked with an indifferent expression.

"Yes." Bei Yao looked at Fu Ling and sneered: "As long as you die, I will immediately tell Bei Zhan where the soul of the Father Emperor is!" ”

"Whisk, don't mess around." Beizhan looked at Fu Ling and said, "This matter ......"

"Don't you just want me to die?" Fu Ling looked at Bei Yao and sneered: "What's the matter." ”

Hearing this, the people in the palace were stunned.

Isn't it a big deal to die?

Fu Ling ignored the gaze of the others, looked at Bei Yao, and said word by word: "Bei Yao, I can die as I wish, but I hope that words count, and I can release my uncle's soul after I die." ”

"Otherwise, I won't let go of being a ghost after death!"

As the words fell, Fu Ling spread out his hand, and a dagger appeared in his hand.

Without waiting for the Northern War to stop him, Whisk Ling held the dagger and stabbed straight into his heart.

"Poof!"

The blade entered the body, and the blood slowly overflowed.

Fu Ling looked at Bei Yao, her eyes were full of coldness, and then bright red blood overflowed from the corners of her mouth.

Blood drips fell on the long white dress, smearing like blood-colored flowers blooming in the snow......

Everyone was stunned by this scene.

Even the queen was stunned, she didn't expect that Fu Ling would really do this for Emperor Beilin!

I am really willing to die for an uncle.

"Bang!"

The Whisk fell.

Seeing the Fu Ling falling, Bei Zhan seemed to come back to his senses, and shouted in panic: "Fu Ling!" ”

Beizhan bent down and helped Fu Ling up half-way, his voice trembling violently: "...... Why are you so stupid? ”

"If he dies, how sad will my father be when he wakes up?"

Fu Ling looked at Beizhan, smiled reluctantly, and said, "Uncle, the soul ......"

"Leave me alone......"

"But......" Beizhan hugged the Whisk, and before he finished speaking, he was cut off by the Whisk, "Go find the soul ......"