There are a total of nine Qingyue masters under Lian Song, one of whom died under Lou Qianhan when he was provoking the siege of various sects in the rivers and lakes; Except for Gu Shui, the seven people all appeared from the hidden place at this time, and each of them competed with a group of people from the forbidden military camp and Wen Moqing, delaying the escape of Lian Song and Lan Zhirong.

Seeing that someone was fighting, the people outside the altar quickly fell into chaos and scattered in all directions, Wen Moqing was difficult to quickly kill the enemy in the chaotic crowd, and some other Junzilou disciples and righteous people of various sects who were weaker than him in kung fu were even more difficult.

Fortunately, the seven people are the same, although they are all masters of kung fu, it is still difficult to exert their full strength in the chaotic flow of people.

Wen Mozheng saw Wen Moqing appear, and the big stone hanging in his heart was finally able to land, standing on the altar and commanding Ruoding, but there was a bit of the emperor's demeanor that reigned over the world.

At the same time, those important ministers who were deposed and suppressed stepped forward one after another, either participating in the crowd chasing Lian Song's henchmen, or rushing to the altar to protect Wen Mozheng, Tang Jinyi, and Long Yue'er.

"No, it's too chaotic here." Wiping the fine sweat on his head, Wen Mozheng pulled a military general beside him, "Let the forbidden military camp divide a team of people and send the imperial concubine and the queen back to the palace first." ”

In the chaos, it is easy to have accidents, Tang Jinyi and Long Yue'er are both unarmed women who don't understand martial arts, and they know that staying at the altar will not only distract Wen Mozheng, but also drag many people to work hard to protect them, yes, and no one hesitates to procrastinate.

I don't know when the chaos of this day will end, seeing that Tang Jinyi is about to return to the palace first, Wen Mozheng suddenly gave up, and his eyes followed Tang Jinyi's figure, and he wanted to speak several times and stopped.

"Why do you have this expression again?" Tang Jinyi's excessive attachment to Wen Mozheng is no longer strange. Stopping and turning around, after a few moments, Tang Jinyi leaned into Wen Mozheng's arms, caressed Wen Mozheng's back comfortingly, and whispered softly only for the people in front of him to hear: "I'm waiting for you in the palace, you be careful yourself." ”

Tang Jinyi's words could always comfort Wen Mozheng, and his expression, which was still a little frustrated and reluctant a moment ago, immediately glowed, and the corners of his mouth were cracked and he smiled brightly.

Stretching out his arms and hugging his beloved wife tightly, Wen Mozheng wanted to show off in front of the people of the world, but turned around with the pride that only belonged to him, his eyes inadvertently swept behind Tang Jinyi, and a flickering light unexpectedly fell into his eyes.

It was a bow, three arrows, the cold iron arrow was aimed at Tang Jinyi's heart, and the person who bent the bow Wen Mozheng was no stranger, it was the Lian Song guard who always made him feel his hair stand on and elusive, Lone Water.

Three arrows pierced the breeze and passed through the heads of many noisy people, approaching Tang Jinyi with extreme speed, and Tang Jinyi was still immersed in the warmth of his arms and did not notice it.

At that moment, Wen Mozheng's mind was blank, he didn't have time to shout or call for help, the power in his body seemed to explode, he subconsciously hugged Tang Jinyi with all his strength, and resolutely spun half a circle in place in the crowd, covering his uncovered back in front of Tang Jinyi.

There was a muffled pop, with a hot pain and a touch of fishy sweetness in the throat.

Time seemed to stop, so much noise around him suddenly couldn't be heard clearly, in Wen Mozheng's eyes, ears, and heart, all that was left was the blue sky, the white clouds, and Tang Jinyi's quiet face that made him obsessed with his life and sink into it forever.

He...... Will it die?

No one could have expected the shock in the snap of his fingers, when Tang Jinyi found that something hard had penetrated Wen Mozheng's chest and splashed the hot liquid on her cheeks, that happy smile froze on her face, until Wen Mozheng's body that had lost its strength slid softly, until she saw that there was a crystal clear liquid slipping from the corner of Wen Mozheng's eyes.

On his hands, he was hot and red.

"Your Highness—" The heart-rending cry seemed so weak in the noise, but many people heard it.

Wen Moqing was fully engaged in the fight, and when he heard the cry, he suddenly turned around, and saw the scene he least wanted to happen.

Xu is blood-colored dazzling, or Tang Jinyi knelt on the ground and hugged Wen Mozheng's painful scene stabbed Wen Moqing's heart, in short, at that moment, a fierce killing intent that does not appear at all on weekdays suddenly rose, fierce as a cold wind, violent as a shower, just a few swords crossed, and the stunned enemy on the opposite side was already torn apart before his expression dissipated, and his body was in a different place.

The blade of the sword drips blood, swallowing the wailing soul, no one hears, no one sees, and the killing, so real.

Things shouldn't be like this, Wen Moqing was a little dazed.

From childhood to adulthood, he controlled everything that happened around him as steadily as possible, and secretly contacted Tang Jinyi, saying that he would subvert Lian Song's power internally and externally on this day, so he carefully calculated any possible situation, including Lian Song's escape, and also the eight Qingyue country masters.

Lian Song doesn't know martial arts, and how many people assassinate him can't be completely because of Gu Shui, and Gu Shui is the most difficult one of Qingyue's masters.

Wen Moqing had a complete plan, as long as he brought those generals to lead the forbidden army camp to pursue Lian Song together, then Gushui would have to surround Lian Song and keep guarding, and it was completely impossible to have the opportunity to get close to Wen Mozheng and the others on the altar, so he shouldered the burden of killing the other seven people, and quickly finished off five of them in a short period of time.

After thousands of calculations, he only didn't calculate that the hot-blooded generals who were supposed to lead their troops to pursue Lian Song forgot all about his arrangements at the critical moment.

Lian Song, who was not worried about his life, left safely, and Gushui's actions were not restricted, and he silently approached the altar with a ghostly and imperceptible figure, and attacked the deadly bow fiercely, although it did not take the life of Tang Jinyi, Lian Song's beloved toy, but Wen Mozheng, who could have walked off the altar peacefully, lost the chance to live forever.

Wen Moqing didn't rush to the altar, he could see clearly that the three arrows were in a fatal position, Wen Mozheng's heart was damaged, and he lacked the skills to return to the sky.

The sudden sword light was violent and ferocious, full of anger, drawing a sky full of light and shadow and blood flowers. Wen Moqing's expression became more and more ruthless, and the long sword in his hand devoured all the creatures that stood in his way, approaching the ghostly figure at an incredible speed, completely ignoring who rushed behind him and who was killed.

"Lian Song is cautious and cautious, and an ambush must be arranged outside the altar. You have the best light work, it is convenient to run, try to remove the hidden ambush outside before the chaos inside, and on the altar, I will protect the four princes for you. ”

Last night, Wen Moqing also swore to Jun Wunian to reassure.

Originally, Wen Moqing just didn't want Jun Wunian to meet Wen Mozheng awkwardly in this situation, so he deliberately took him away, thinking that it was more than enough to protect Wen Mozheng, but he didn't expect that a thought would lead to such an ending.

Clenching his sword, Wen Moqing threw himself into the more tragic slaughter, forcing himself not to look at the figure on the altar who hurried in the cold wind with his clothes rolled.

"Thoughtless...... It's thoughtless......"

The rapid flow of blood made Wen Mozheng's eyes begin to blur, and the face leaning over couldn't see clearly, but he knew who it was.

His hands were scribbling weakly in mid-air, and someone squeezed Wen Mozheng's palm hard, making a trace of guilt appear on Wen Mozheng's pale face: "No thoughts...... It's nice to see you again...... I've always, always wanted to see you again, to you...... Say to you...... Sorry ......"

The young man who used to be strong in blood was now dying and about to leave, Jun Wunian couldn't believe that all this was true, and he knelt beside Wen Mozheng in a hurry, and the temperature in his hand was gradually losing his last hope little by little.

Reality, cruel.

Pressing Wen Mozheng's wound in vain, Jun Wunian tried to smile, but felt that his cheeks were stiff and sore: "Your Highness said I'm sorry, didn't you do a good job?" Without me, Your Highness could do just that. ”

Wen Mozheng wanted to smile, but as soon as he opened his mouth, dark red blood foam gushed out wildly, and Tang Jinyi's heart was broken.

The palm of his hand could no longer block the hot liquid under the wound, Jun Wunian was powerless to let go, and finally clicked on a few acupoints of Jun Wunian to reduce the pain for him as much as possible.

"Thoughtless...... The person I'm most sorry for is you, but you never blame me...... You promise me to help me later...... Help me take care of Jinyi and Lin'er...... Also, the afterlife...... What else can we do...... Brother, right? I don't want to be a monarch anymore, I just want to ...... I just want to be friends with you......"

The intermittent choked throat gradually weakened, Jun Wunian endured the pain and dullness of the chest tear, clenched Wen Mozheng's hand hard, and nodded with a smile: "As long as Your Highness is willing, Wunian will always be Your Highness's best friend." ”

"That's good...... There is still a chance...... Repay you......" The pupils that slowly lost their luster suddenly shrank, Wen Mozheng's face became more and more pale, and his scattered gaze was no longer focused.

Tang Jinyi endured not to let himself cry, and held Wen Mozheng's palm and put it on the side of his face, while Wen Mozheng used his last strength to gently rub his face full of tears, and his smile gradually increased with a little longing and regret.

"Jinyi, how much I want to protect you and Lin'er until the end...... We are a family of three...... Also get away from the hustle and bustle and go boating on the lake...... I will be a good father and teach Lin'er to read and write...... Jinyi ...... I like you so much...... You're ...... I'm not afraid of anything, I'm not afraid...... Loved ...... forever."

The palm that was going cold slipped down, and finally he muttered, and finally fell into eternal sleep.

The autumn wind blows the bleakest chill before the arrival of winter, and another ghost with regret dies, bringing the pain and sorrow of many people.

On the altar that was so clean and lonely, some people hung their heads in silence to send the emperor on his last journey, and some people cried heartbreakingly, calling the names that had passed away, and when Wen Moqing raised his hand and dropped his sword to cut off the last enemy, Jun Wunian sounded behind him like a beast.

The low roar like a cry hovered in the clear autumn blue sky, and it lasted for a long time.

If it weren't for his misplanning, if it weren't for his negligence in protecting Wen Mozheng, would this tragedy still be staged?

Wen Moqing's head began to buzz, he slowly turned around, lifted his sword and walked towards the altar with heavy steps, and there was an impulse that made him want to walk in front of Jun Wunian and say sorry, but he fainted in the snow that flowed through his eyes and a vague exclamation.