Murong Qianran looked at Xuanyuan Che expressionlessly, shook his head, nodded again, and said lightly: "Yes and no, but I haven't attacked Gusu City in the past few days, not because of this, if you don't believe me, why listen to me, and lead troops all the way to support me", although she didn't show anger between her words, she was full of coldness.

Xuanyuan Che saw that Murong Qianran was dissatisfied, and his blood-red eyes kept staring at him, revealing coldness and weirdness, which made his back a little cold, but as an emperor, that strong dignity still existed, so no matter what, in front of Murong Qianran, he would not show half a point.

Although he tried his best to hide his embarrassment, there was still a touch of embarrassment on his cheeks, he thought about it and said with a smile: "Why did Ran'er say that? If I don't believe you, I won't come to support, and if I don't believe you, who can I trust?"

Looking at Xuanyuan Che's hypocritical smiling face, Murong Qianran felt a chill in his heart, just that, it was useless to talk to him more, not to mention, I don't know if Bei Ying Hanxuan was around, if she talked too much, it would ruin her plan.

Then, she sighed lightly, and no longer bothered with Xuanyuan Che, and said slowly: "I really didn't expect that Linlang would change the dynasty at this time, so why did Lang Xiaochen pass the throne to Lang Xiaoyue?"

Xuanyuan Che accepted it when he saw it, and he relaxed a lot, and said with a smile: "Lang Xiaochen has died, and even the Queen Mother, who can preside over the avenue, also died before Lang Xiaochen, as for the reason, it is unknown."

After Xuanyuan Che finished speaking, he saw that the kettle on the charcoal stove had been boiled, walked over, took it down, poured a cup of hot water for Murong Ranran and himself, walked to the desk and sat down, and did not speak again.

I don't know why, when she heard Xuanyuan Che say that Lang Xiaochen died, her heart trembled suddenly, and that trembling gave birth to a touch of indescribable sadness, Lang Xiaochen's life, not close to women, although he values Linlang Sheji, it can be regarded as for Linlang, single-mindedly, still so young, he died, since ancient times, emperors have always been short-lived?

A sigh exhaled casually, she lowered her head, walked to the desk, picked up the cup of hot water that Xuanyuan Che had poured, and kept rubbing it in her hand.

After a long time, she spoke: "Although I hate Lang Xiaochen in my heart, after all, I have been with him day and night and have no feelings, but I still feel a little touched when I hear that he is dead."

Xuanyuan Che didn't speak, just stared at Murong Qianran's somber cheeks.

Lang Xiaochen was still in her plan, but before her plan could be carried out, she had already died, which was also one of her feelings.

Lang Xiaochen is dead, Lang Xiaoyue takes over Linlang, just like she just thought, if she can really persuade Lang Xiaoyue to submit to herself, it would be the best, but on the society, on her, she really didn't have a little certainty, now that she thinks about it, she knows too little about Lang Xiaoyue.

If it is hard, she can't bear it, she can't bear to see that the once seven-foot man has become a prisoner and a defeated general in another country, and since then, she can't raise her head to see people.

Hey, she is really not ruthless enough, for strangers, it is a knife thing, but for people who have been with each other, she is ruthless.

What about the North Stygian Hanxuan? And how?

Although he was insidious and cunning, except for that time, he deceived himself into being canonized as the Empress of the Northern Underworld, but he refused to fulfill his promise that day, but didn't he also attack Linlang later? Although it was the emperor's selfishness, it was not all for her.

But he has never hurt himself, if there is really a-for-tat day, can she do it to fight him with a sword?

Tired, so tired, suddenly, she felt that Yeyu left this world, it was a kind of happiness, a kind of relief, but she could be left alone, in this world, carrying joys and sorrows.

"Ran'er, you..... Are you all right"? After a long time, Xuanyuan Che broke the silence in the camp tent and asked softly.

Murong Tianran ignored him, still trapped in his own thoughts, unable to extricate himself.

Beiming Hanxuan, who was eavesdropping outside the camp tent, was already numb from the cold at this time, but in his heart, he was like an ant on a hot fire, unable to be at peace, he didn't know what happened to Murong Qianran inside the camp tent? I don't know why there was silence in the tent all of a sudden?

He hated to break through the door immediately, but if Xuanyuan Che found out that he was in the camp, he would be in great danger to the Northern Underworld, he understood.

After a long time, I only heard Murong Qianran sigh lightly: "If the emperor is fine, please go back and rest, I will also rest."

On the desk, the hot water in the kettle had already been drunk by Xuanyuan Che, and when he heard Murong Qianran say this, he didn't say anything.

He stood up, shook his dragon robe, and said softly: "You also understand my heart, so don't think about anything, don't be afraid of anything, everything, there is me", after speaking, he sighed, opened the door curtain and brushed his sleeves and left.

Murong Tianran turned his head, looked at the door curtain that had been closed, and thought again, Xuanyuan Che, how true is your heart? I don't want to know, but, on the day when I tear my face with you, your sword, pointed at me, will really plunge into my chest?

Why is it so messy?

Outside the camp tent, Bei Ying Hanxuan listened to Xuanyuan Che's footsteps and went away, shook his numb hands and feet, and flashed into the camp tent at once, and before he could speak, he was interrupted by Murong Qianran.

"If there is a-for-tat confrontation with you, your sword, pointed at me, will it be pierced mercilessly"? Murong Qianran was already lying on the soft couch at this time, and his blood-red eyes looked at the unusually ruddy demon face that was frozen with some confusion.

Beiming Hanxuan was stunned for a moment, then smiled faintly, walked to the soft couch in a few steps, half-squatted down, and looked at Murong Qianran with charming peach blossom eyes like water, and said dotingly: "No, never, my sword will never point at you, it is used to kill all those who hurt you, if there is a day, your sword is pointed at me, I will not hide, I will help you with my own hands, pierce my chest, and die in your arms, which is the greatest happiness in my husband's life."

Bei Ying Hanxuan's words made Murong Qianran's misty eyes suddenly covered with a faint mist, "Why?" Why is it so good for me? You are the emperor, what kind of woman can't get it? I know that you can't get anything from me, but you're paranoid? Why, exactly"?

Bei Ying Hanxuan raised his slender fingertips, wiped away the sparkle of Murong Tianran's eyelids, and smiled softly: "Although there are many women in the world, they are not as good as you, just because you are irreplaceable in my heart."

Murong Tianran didn't speak, he took a deep breath, and his words suddenly became cold, "Beiming Hanxuan, you will regret it, you will regret your words today, because, when that day comes, my sword will pierce your chest without hesitation."

"Then, wait and see for your husband", the joking sentence deeply hit Murong Qianran's closed heart at that moment, and trembled slightly, making her a little flustered.