Chapter 104: Pumping the little slut to death
What landed on the green grass next to him was the strip of cloth that had been wrapped around his hand before.
Without that cover, the sharp nails shone with a ghostly sheen in the sunlight.
In the underwater reflection, the two sharp fangs on the side of his mouth are abrupt and a little desolate.
The little white snake was so frightened by his previous roar that he squeezed his head into the crevice of the grass.
As if knowing that the roar had stopped, the little white snake pulled its head out of the crack in the grass again, and it looked at the man whose facial muscles were frozen and would never have an expression on his face again, and lifted the snake's head and rubbed the back of his hand gently.
The touch on his hand made him lower his eyes, and then spread out his hand, and the little white snake flexibly climbed onto his hand, still rubbing his palm with the snake's head, as if comforting.
Jun Changxian quickly moved his gaze to the mountains in the distance.
until
"Father's ......"
Someone gently grabbed his hand.
Jun Changxian turned his head sideways, "looking" and holding his hand.
Green and jade, the flying snow that has raced through the northland, it is also against this backdrop that his hands seem to be lifeless gray.
However, those green and white hands still held his hands tightly, as if they were grasping the passing of a reincarnation in the past and present lives.
Jun Xi smiled slightly: "Father, let's go home!" β
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Over the tree, Qixi just looked in the direction they left,
In the sight, the girl with a beautiful face led the silver-armored man in the armor who was still wrapped around the iron rope and slowly walked towards this side.
It's already in.
Everyone saw the inch-long black nails on the man's hand, and they also saw the man's white eyes rolled and fangs bared at the corners of his mouth.
Silence.
There was only the rustle of the leaves in the wind.
After a long time, Jun Xi spoke: "You have all seen it." β
No one spoke.
She continued, "My father, King Zhenbei, is back! This sentence suddenly raised the volume and made a loud sound.
Although everyone guessed in their hearts, when that sentence was said like this, their hearts still trembled.
Aunt Mo took the lead in kneeling down, slamming one knee on the ground, and the hand hanging by her side trembled, excited.
"The Chiyun Cavalry Master Mo Clan, a subordinate of the Eight Banners of the Jun Clan, has seen the marshal!"
This voice, trembling hoarsely.
The old man of Chiyun Riding had already turned red, and as Aunt Mo knelt down, a large number of people instantly knelt down in Hulala, shouting: "I've seen the marshal!" β
After twelve years of dust and earth, stepping through the blood of their comrades in the Northland Shura Field, in a trance, they seemed to have returned to the battlefield where the snow was flying and the yellow sand was squinting.
They still sang back on horseback, took the bow to the moon, laughed and snorted meat, and drunk the blood of the Huns!
Jun Xi felt that the corners of his eyes were moist, but the curvature of the corners of his mouth couldn't be removed.
The people who are staring at her in the light and in the shadows, let's use any tricks!
She is gentlemanly, fearless, fearless!
Jun Changxian looked at Chiyun Qi, who was kneeling on the ground, and was silent for a long time before turning his head to look at Jun Xi.
"I order you to wait, unite the remaining seven horsemen, and swear to be loyal to my son!"
It was hoarse, mechanical, like the old bell in an ancient temple suddenly being struck, and the sound penetrated the heart and went straight to the heart.
This is the first time Jun Xi has heard Jun Changxian say such a long sentence, she couldn't help but look at Jun Changxian and called: "Father, ......"
"We will unite the remaining seven horsemen and swear allegiance to the county lord!" The cry of the Red Cloud Rider soared into the sky.
This time, it was Jun Changxian who took her hand and walked in the front.
The red cloud riders on both sides waited for them to walk past before they stood up from the ground.
It's solemn, like a coronation ceremony.
Until he got on the carriage to Jiangnan, Junxi was still a little dazed.
Father...... In the past, he could only say one word a lot, and most of the time he used a roar to express his thoughts in his heart, but today he spoke clearly and in a clear manner, which really surprised Jun Xi.
"Father, when did you say so much?" After enduring all the way, Jun Xi still couldn't help asking.
Jun Changxian sat on the opposite side of the carriage, and when he heard her question, the corners of his lips moved, and he didn't say anything.
At that moment, Jun Xi understood, he hadn't spoken in his throat for more than ten years, and he couldn't say a word fluently at all, and the words he said in front of Chiyun Qi before were in ventriloquism!
The sourness spreads at the tip of the heart.
Jun Xi wanted to say something more, only to realize that he was dumb when he spoke.
Too heavy sadness, always so heavy that people don't want to touch it.
She wanted to ask a lot of things, to ask what had happened twelve years ago, to ask him what had happened, but ...... She couldn't ask, because she knew that memory was the deepest scar in her father's heart.
In the slow bar, on the way to Jiangnan, she has time.
Capital.
Palace.
Under the oleanders, the woman in the green shirt holding the pipa in her arms was babbling and singing, Yingying had a pair of autumn eyes, half drunk and three points of sorrow, seven points of sorrow, and her waist-length hair was pulled into a loose bun, which hung softly on her shoulders.
muttered softly, stunned to sing a little poignant in this early spring.
The two maids in the cloister listened to the sound of the pipa for a while, and showed a little impatience.
"I have a sad face all day long, like a dead father!" The pink-clothed maid scoffed.
"Shhh The maid in the colored clothes panicked and tried to cover the woman's mouth.
"If you hear it, you hear it, I'm not afraid of her! will be sad and sad in the future, Her Highness spoils her so much, when has she ever given His Highness a good face! The pink-clothed maid was indignant, "Lord Sikong is so good, she is the princess appointed by the first queen to His Royal Highness, why can't His Highness see Lord Sikong's good......"
"Hey, who knows......" the maid in colorful clothes sighed quietly.
"It's all that vixen! If it were her, His Highness wouldn't have had such a stiff quarrel with Lord Sikong! It's really a white-eyed wolf, if it wasn't for Lord Sikong who saved her from the wolf's mouth, she would have returned to the West a long time ago, but now she is blocking Lord Sikong everywhere! The more the pink-clothed maid spoke, the more angry she became, and her face turned red.
"Don't say it, she's being spoiled now, beware of her blowing the pillow wind to His Highness!" The maid in colorful clothes said.
"Zheng!" The pipa string was broken, and the white-skinned and thin hands of the woman in the green shirt were stained with blood.
She glanced at the two maidservants who were still arguing over there, and there seemed to be mockery in her eyes.
"Qingqing!" A figure hurriedly ran down the attic, a brocade robe and jade belt, and a jade face.
King Xiao of Dahan held the woman's bleeding hands with distressed eyes, and his voice trembled a little: "Why are you so careless......"
Following his vicious gaze, he swept towards the two maidservants in the corridor, "Is this how the two of them usually serve you?" That woman is really good at buying people's hearts! β
Speaking of the back, he directly gritted his teeth.
He Qingqing laughed at herself, her self-pity and self-pity appearance was enough to make the hearts of all men in the world soft.
"Your Highness, how can you compare with Lord Sikong?" She seemed to want to laugh, but the corners of her mouth were full of bitterness, and she finally laughed out of tears: "Qingqing's life was snatched from the wolf's mouth by Lord Sikong, and Qingqing never thought about what to fight with Lord Sikong, what to rob ......"
Tears are like beads with broken threads, and like rain hitting pear blossoms, there is a kind of woman who is really beautiful when she cries, which makes a man's heart pity to the extreme, "Your Highness, you let Qingqing go!" Master Sikong is the one who can help you get to the throne......"
One sentence made King Xiao's face completely hideous: "Joke, this king will rely on a woman to take the heir!" This king just doesn't need the help of the Sikong family behind her, and this king can sit on the throne safely! β
He grabbed He Qingqing's waist strongly, and said ruthlessly: "Come on, drag down those two servants who are guilty of committing crimes and arguing about the master, and beat them to death with sticks!" β
Soon, a guard stepped forward and escorted two maidservants, and the maids in colorful clothes were already so frightened that they burst into tears: "Your Highness spares your life, Your Highness spares your life, and the slave maid will never dare again!" β
The pink-clothed maidservant was also trembling with fear, but she still stiffened her neck and said, "Your Highness, ask yourself, are you worthy of Lord Sikong?" β
King Xiao sneered: "Tell me, where is this king sorry for her?" β
Without waiting for the servant to answer, he continued to say coldly: "The grace of the Sikong family, the ancestors remembered, the first emperor remembered, and the generation of this king's father still remembered, under the emperor's order, she will be the queen of Dahan at that time, what else can this king do to her?" What more could she want? What else does Sikong want? I'm afraid I want this king to give up the country of Dahan in the future! β
The last sentence said gnashing teeth.
Sikong Shangxi, who had just returned from sending Jun Xi, walked to the cloister and happened to hear King Xiao's last sentence.
She paused.
The guards had already spotted her, and they hurriedly wanted to salute, but they were stopped by Sikong Shangxie raising his hand. Naturally, they also heard King Xiao's words, and raised their faces with some trepidation to see the evil look on Sikong's face.
Calm, calm as always.
There was no ripple in his eyes.
Sikong Shangyi raised his feet and continued to walk over there, his face was as usual: "What happened?" β
Seeing her, King Xiao's anger not only did not subside by half a point, but became more and more elevated, and sneered: "Commonplace, you are good at acting!" β
A pair of dark eyes looked at him without joy or sorrow, and only in the depths of his eyes could he see a trace of sadness that was so well hidden.
"What does Ziyuan mean by this?" She asked.
King Xiao pinched He Qingqing's hand to show her, and then angrily raised his sleeves and pointed at the two servant girls who were suppressed: "What do you mean?" You instigated them to say those unpleasant things in front of the young people? Qingqing was saved by you, but in the past three years, isn't it enough for Qingqing to be low and small for you? β
The guards in the palace couldn't stand it anymore.
Whoever saved a girl kindly, but the girl climbed into her fiancΓ©'s bed in a blink of an eye, and she wanted to teach that woman a lesson.
If it is said that twelve years ago, there was such a god of war as Jun Changxian in the state of Chu.
So today, twelve years later, Sikong Shangevil can also be called the god of war of the Great Han Kingdom!
A generation of gods who dominate the Yellow Sand battlefield should not be insulted by this!
Sikong Shangxiao didn't speak, but the pink-clothed maid cried angrily and roared: "Your Highness, what kind of bastard words are you talking about!" β
"Ho, the evil of the sky, the evil of the sky, isn't this what you want? Everyone is looking towards you, isn't it because you have fought a few battles for the Great Han Kingdom? This king can also go to war! "King Xiao hasn't finished shouting yet.
The pink-clothed maid roared again: "My lord, you should learn from the county lord of Beiwang Town, whip the little slut to death with a few whips, and then wake up His Highness!" β