Su Jiu raised his little face, and his tone was almost pleading, "Xiao Tingchen, you have so many elites, as long as you give an order casually, the prince can survive......"

The man kept smiling, "yes." ”

"Then you-"

"But I just won't save him." Xiao Tingchen took a slow sip of wine, "After all, it is Empress Zhao's person, and saving him will not do me any good." It is better to let the position of the crown prince be vacant, and other princes will compete for this position. When they both lose, it is also the time for me to reap the benefits of the fisherman. ”

Su Jiu looked at him quietly.

The man's peach blossom eyes were dark and gloomy.

It's like an abyss with no bottom in sight.

There is no playfulness when she pulls his ears to apologize, nor is there the gentleness and amiability when she usually fights.

He is like this mountain rain, cold and dark, ambitious to paint all things with his color, proclaiming the power and power of his hands.

She knew that this was who he was.

Although she knew, she was still afraid of Xiao Tingchen like this.

Hundreds of secret guards stood silently and solemnly in the rain, like cold stones, unable to make a sound.

All Su Jiu could hear was the faint sound of fighting from the camp in the distance, and the sound of rain.

Cold and empty, just like her mood at this time.

She still held on to a glimmer of hope, and asked tentatively: "What do you have to do before you are willing to save the prince?" ”

Xiao Tingchen drank the last sip of wine.

He narrowed his peach blossom eyes, and his tone was rare cold and wild, "One last time, I won't save him." Su Xiaojiu, do you know that you are not allowed to interfere in politics in the backyard? I can spoil you and love you, but I will never allow you to interfere with my layout. ”

The finely carved silver wine cup was pinched and thrown away by him without care.

Su Jiu only felt that the man in front of him was extremely unfamiliar.

The little face full of rain gradually turned pale.

She wanted to say something more, but a sentry guard appeared quietly and whispered in Xiao Tingchen's ear.

Xiao Tingchen handed Su Jiu to the guards and turned over on his horse expressionlessly.

Su Jiu wanted to chase after him, but was stopped by the guards.

She stared at the man in the rain.

He wore thin armor, and the raindrops of beans hit him, and the sound he made was metallic, cold and ruthless.

The handsome and fair face looks particularly cold and gloomy in the faint confusion, and ambition is faintly visible in the dark eyes.

And this ambition scared her.

He held the reins, took one last look at Su Jiu, and galloped down the mountain with the secret guard.

Su Jiu couldn't do anything, so he could only watch him leave.

It wasn't until all the secret guards disappeared from view that the guards guarding her whispered: "Princess, the master has an explanation, and you are not allowed to go down the mountain to get involved until the dust settles." ”

"I know...... No political interference in the backyard ......"

Su Jiu wiped the rain from his face, and his smile was pale and sarcastic.

At this time, the camp is on.

The dead soldiers cultivated by Su Runmo gradually approached the dragon's tent.

The guards of the East Palace were dead, and Yuan Xu was covered in armor and blood, holding a long knife, standing unkempt outside the dragon tent.

His armor was tattered, and wounds were faintly visible.

In the past, he was most afraid of pain, and even a drop of blood would hurt so much that he would cry his father and call his mother.

But now......

Like a real man, he brandished his long knife at the masked dead soldiers, and laughed unbridledly:

"Come on, you come! I'm not afraid of you! Lao Tzu is the prince, the prince of Daqi! Everyone says that Lao Tzu is stupid and cowardly, but Lao Tzu wants to prove himself! Hahaha......"

He abandoned his former elegant and gentle shell, and laughed like a mad beast, like a beast that had broken free from its shackles.

The dead stood in their place.

They stared at Won Wook expressionlessly.

Yuan Xu still laughed and yelled in the pouring rain:

"Come, kill me! Why doesn't it move? Are you scared?! Hahaha, father, come out to see, everyone is dead, it's me who delays time for you, it's me Yuanxu! It's the son you looked down on the most in the past, Yuan Xu! Hahaha! Queen Mother, I know that in your eyes I am not as good as my brother, but come out and see, I am the one who is the one who is the leader tonight, it is me Yuan Xu! My name is Yuan Xu, the prince of Daqi has a name and a surname, my name is Yuan Xu, Yuan Xu, Yuan Xu!! ”

He roared with all his might.

The leader of the dead raised his hand, "Release the arrow!" ”

Countless feathered arrows roared out and pierced through his body!

But he stood outside the dragon tent and didn't retreat even half a step!

Ten thousand arrows pierce the heart.

Blood slipped from the corners of his mouth, and he smiled unkempt, his face covered with water, but he didn't know if it was rain or tears.

Finally, he couldn't support the broken body anymore and fell to the ground with a bang.

As far as the eye could see, there was the yellow tent in the distance.

It was his tent.

He saw Zhao Wuyang open the curtain of the tent, wearing a red power suit, and neatly turned over and got on the horse.

She didn't even give him a look, and galloped straight in the direction of Chang'an.

He watched quietly.

Even if the rain blurs the vision, even if the little girl in red completely disappears into the woods,

I was reluctant to close my eyes.

- Yangyang, why are you so ruthless?

- Can't you just like me?

- No one in the world loves me...... No one.

- May I not be born in the emperor's family in the next life.

The man pursed a bitter smile, and his pupils finally faded.

The dead soldier led by him whistled and was about to attack the dragon tent, when Xiao Tingchen's secret guard roared!

The faces of the dead changed slightly, and they hurried to meet the enemy.

It's a pity that they had fought before, and their physical strength had already consumed a lot, plus Xiao Tingchen's secret guards were all elites who were selected by thousands of people, so in just a stick of incense, two hundred dead soldiers fell under the horse one after another!

Several dead soldiers broke into the dragon tent, and Xiao Tingchen followed, but they were killed on the spot in just two moves!

The emperor was a little injured, his expression was in a trance, he held Xiao Tingchen's hand tightly, and he couldn't speak for a long time.

Xiao Tingchen frowned, "Your Majesty? ”

The emperor whispered: "Xu'er, he ......"

"Wechen's rescue is late, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince has already ...... Pierced through the heart by the Assassin's arrows. ”

The emperor's body trembled, as if he couldn't believe it, and he walked quickly outside the tent despite the pain, and sure enough, he saw his eldest son lying in a pool of blood.

and never closed his eyes until he died.

The middle-aged emperor, who liked to be reckless and martial, suddenly whimpered.

He lay on Yuan Xu's body, tears rolling down quietly.

Although it was born to Zhao Xi,

But in the end,

It's his son!

Xiao Tingchen stood behind him, his face indifferent.

……

Secret tents outside the hunting grounds.

Compared with the bloody wind and rain on the side of the dragon tent, Queen Zhao's tent was quite quiet.

Su Runmo sat on the futon and cooked tea slowly and methodically.

The fragrance of tea overflows, covering up the original incense, and it looks like a quiet time.

The tea was finally boiling, and he rolled up his sleeves and carried the pot, with an elegant posture, "The queen wants to taste it?" The Qingming tea brought from Beiliang by this seat has a unique charm when tasted. ”

Empress Zhao's face was expressionless.

Su Runmo turned to Wu Song with a smile again, "Lord Wu wants to have a cup?" ”