Shen Yunzhen stared at his back, he used to think that King Xin was the tallest and tallest man in the world, but now looking at his back, he is no different from ordinary people, and even, he is wearing the clothes of a eunuch today, and the only trace of nobility left is gone.

"Who is Mingjun? You? She asked.

The words were full of banter, but Nan Yinglin didn't care, he still looked at Shen Yunzhen firmly.

"Yes, the people of Beihan support me to overthrow the current emperor, and the people of the world need a benevolent lord, not a tyrant like Nan Jingpei." Nan Yinglin turned around, opened his arms and said: "As long as you are willing to help me and help me get rid of Nan Jingpei, I will succeed as emperor in the future, and you are my queen, the mother of the world." ”

"You're crazy." She blurted out.

She looked at him with contempt, as if she were looking at a brazen cockfight in a cage.

Nan Yinglin was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help but feel surprised, it was the first time she looked at herself with such eyes. He obviously felt that Shen Yun was really not angry with him, she refused from the bottom of her heart, and she would never help him.

He suddenly had hatred in his heart, Nan Jingpei's methods were really unusual, in her heart, Nan Jingpei was her enemy of extermination, and her temper was so stubborn. Nan Jingpei can actually change her mind, can make her speak coldly to her former lover, and can make her resolutely give up revenge?!

"You're crazy," he snorted disdainfully, and asked with some melancholy: "Don't tell me that you have feelings for him, Shen Yunzhen, you won't stay in the palace for a long time, and no one will even forget your name, right?" That faint king destroyed your nine clans, and you are actually speaking for the enemy? ”

Shen Yunzhen looked at him and felt more and more strange. The king of letters in the depths of her memory is a courteous and elegant son. But his current appearance is like a greedy and insidious villain who calculates everywhere. The tone of his speech was very different from what he had done before. If it weren't for the exact same face, she would almost have been unrecognizable.

"Yes, yes," he sneered self-deprecatingly, "Now that you are his concubine, you are a beautiful woman who is favored by thousands of people." If you give birth to another son and a half daughter in the future, you will ascend to heaven in one step. What kind of family and hatred, you don't care, you don't even care about your father's life or death, you still care about those people? ”

"According to the king's intentions, I should help you kill the king?" She glanced at him faintly.

Nan Yinglin stared at him and kept his mouth shut.

"He is your own brother, you have attempted assassination several times, has he not bothered with you, and you still do not repent?"

"Nonsense!" His face suddenly flushed, and he roared angrily.

Nan Yinglin pointed at her and took a few steps closer to her: "Isn't he harming me enough?" I believe in the king, and I am the most noble prince of the Great Qi bloodline, but he sent me to the Northern Cold to suffer. Do you think that the last time he bombarded Qixiangmen, he didn't dig into it and let me go? I was forced to retreat by the tribal leaders of the Northern Cold, do you know how I survived? Bear the burden of humiliation, almost for the dog! ”

She didn't want to linger with him, so she turned around and walked out of the Lost Pavilion.

Seeing her leaving, Nan Yinglin hurriedly caught up and grabbed her wrist: "Forget your ancestors, Shen Yunzhen, you are not such a spineless person, right?" What benefits did Nan Jingpei give you, so that you followed him so desperately that you didn't even take revenge for the extermination of the clan? You can't really fall in love with him, do you? ”

His wrist hurt when he pinched it, and she saw that her wrist was red, but Nan Yinglin didn't mean to let go at all.

Shen Yun really glanced at him: "Don't kill him, it's not because I forgot my ancestors, but because you're stupid!" You can't even fight Nan Jingpei, can you still govern the world? You're just wishful thinking! Do you really think that as soon as he dies, you will sit on the throne? But have you ever thought about it, those ferocious tribes of the Northern Cold, their iron hooves will drive straight in, turning the fields of Daqi into their granaries, and the people of Daqi into their slaves, how many families will be separated? You can't see any of that, go to your benevolent king! ”

She struggled desperately and snatched her wrist from Nan Yinglin's palm.

Nan Yinglin glanced at her, and a fierce look gradually appeared on her face: "Miss Shen is talking now, and she is more and more like Nan Jingpei's woman." ”

He stroked his belt and slowly took out a warm jade pendant from it, and the red rope tied to the jade pendant shook twice in front of Shen Yunzhen's eyes.

"Whose thing is this, you must recognize. I don't want to talk nonsense with you anymore, if you want your father to live, just pour this poison on the emperor, if you want your father to die, I don't mind giving him a ride. ”

This is my father's personal jade pendant! When she was a child, she mischievously broke it off the edge, and her fingertips stroked the small indentation on the edge of the jade pendant. A chill poured into the heart.

"My dad in your hands?" She grabbed the wobbly jade pendant in astonishment.

As he spoke, he stuffed a small porcelain gourd into Shen Yunzhen's hand. The gourd is filled with the voodoo of the Northern Cold, colorless and tasteless, extremely poisonous, as long as a person is stained with a fingernail, he will spurt blood from his mouth and nose and kill him on the spot.

Nan Yinglin slapped her on the shoulder twice slyly: "Mix this in his refreshments, serve him to eat, and I will ensure that your father is safe." ”

She didn't want to take it, but Nan Yinglin grabbed her fingers again and told her to take it.

She rebelled in her heart, stared at Nan Yinglin with hatred, and said word by word: "If you dare to touch half of my father's hair, I will let the entire Xinwang Mansion give you a funeral, and if you are brave enough, you can give it a try." ”

"Yo, Mao'er hasn't grown up, so he's coming to threaten this king?" He sneered: "You put this thing away, think clearly." This king waits for your good news, and takes his leave. ”

Nan Yinglin's martial arts are excellent, and the emperor often praised him for being as light as a swallow when he was alive. It wasn't hard for him to climb over the room in the Lost Pavilion. In a flash, he landed lightly on the roof of the house, shaking off a few bits of dust from the tiles. He was extremely fast, Shen Yunzhen couldn't see him, and he saw his figure shake on the roof a few times, and then disappeared.

She stood in the courtyard, her heart gray. Thoughts wander, like a canoe adrift on the vast sea, helpless. She knew that her father was still alive, but his life was in danger. She could not do what the king told her to do, so her father was no different from dead.

She stared at the gourd bottle in the palm of her hand, such a delicate container! Everything in the court is so exquisite, even death, is processed into exquisite works of art.

She is the last bloodline of the Shen family, and if she dies, the Shen family will be wiped out. Supposedly she didn't deserve to die, but there was no hope of living.

"What is this?"

A slender and white hand rests on the gourd bottle. She shuddered, this hand was wearing a red gold silk wrench, and the texture of the dragon shone brightly in the sunlight.