Yajun ignored the roar of touching Dongxue, and made a look at the executioner, who strode forward with one hand and directly lifted Dongxue to the center of the stage, pressed it to the guillotine, and pinched Dongxue's neck to prevent her from moving for half a minute.

Only then did she realize that death was approaching her, and her heart was filled with extreme panic, and she twisted her neck and shouted eagerly to Turaya: "Tujun, didn't I write a letter to the mother king?" Why are you alone? What about the others? ”

Turaya looked at her lightly and smiled lightly: "Third princess, you better go on the road with peace of mind, I will definitely bring Sang Yue back today, so I have to wronged you." The tone is so gentle.

Touching Dongxue's eyes widened, and gradually he understood, his eyes were full of red, full of bloodshots, and he struggled like a wild beast and roared like a beast: "Turaya, you demon king!" Isn't it you who bewitched the mother king again? Or did you do something so only you show up here! Ahhhh I won't let you go, you slut! ”

Turaya pursed her lips and was silent, her expression was always faint and seemed to be gentle but with an indifferent atmosphere that rejected people thousands of miles away, listening to the words of touching Dongxue, she felt a little uneasy, the sunset was about to set, it stands to reason that Mei Ru had already brought someone here, but why hasn't she appeared until now?

Seeing that the hour was almost up, Yajun smiled lightly: "Let's execute!" ”

"No." The executioner took the order, walked over to the rope and untied it, and the broadsword on the shelf slowly fell.

At that moment, he didn't struggle anymore like a deflated ball, knelt in front of the guillotine resignedly, waited for the big knife to fall, and suddenly laughed like crazy: "King Feng, you bastard with impure blood, abandoned by the royal family of the Yuan Kingdom, and even your parents don't know who is worthy of being the king!" I touch the winter snow and curse you!! ”

The sound stopped abruptly, and with the sound of flesh and bone cutting, the head fell, and Dongxue stared in the direction of Yajun with big eyes, leaving a corpse kneeling in front of the guillotine, blood gushing out like a flood, and the ground was instantly dyed red.

Yajun's background may not be clear to outsiders, but Yajun and his cronies have always known that Emperor Yuan is not her mother, and his identity has always been a mystery and has not been confirmed.

Now that it has been exposed by Dongxue, Yajun's hearts in Guyue City will definitely be affected in the future, if Yajun is the heir of the royal family of the Yuan Kingdom, then the soldiers who follow her will be famous, if Yajun is not the heir of the royal family of the Yuan Kingdom, then what is the significance of the existence of this army? What are you fighting for? In the future, it will be opposed and rejected by the people, and the unjust war will only make the people spurn resentment.

For a while, Mo Tong and the others all looked at Yajun worriedly, for fear that she would not be able to withstand the pressure of being questioned, and the soldiers also looked at her, waiting for her to say something encouraging.

However, Yajun sat in place, his face was expressionless, his eyes were dead and unwavering, and for a while, the whole atmosphere was extremely low, and the air seemed to be frozen.

Even Turaya was surprised, the original Feng King's removal from the family tree by the Yuan royal family has always been an unsolved mystery in the world, if it is really as touched Dongxue said, then Lou Yun's actions seem to have been said in the past, and then look at the silent attitude of the Wind King, I am afraid that this matter is really a secret of the deep palace.

Yajun looked at everyone expectantly and looked at herself, and swallowed all the words back to her mouth, what should she say? It is said that she is not the heir of the Yuan Emperor, but is it possible that the Night Emperor lost the heir many years ago? But she couldn't say these words, first, because there was no evidence, and second, these words couldn't come out of her mouth.

The discussion in the audience gradually sounded, and Mo Tong couldn't help but stand up and said loudly: "Don't let the traitors confuse the public and mess with our army's heart!" No matter what the identity of the king is, but everyone should not forget who has given everyone a stable life for so many years! Who gave everyone a home! Even if you don't fight for others, you have to fight for your homeland! Don't be that white-eyed wolf, chill the king's heart. ”

The original voices of discussion gradually disappeared, and everyone was silent for a moment, and then knelt down in unison: "Swear to follow the king to the death and fight for our homeland!" ”

Yajun stood up, took a deep breath, and the corners of his mouth hooked a shallow arc: "In today's troubled times, the smoke of gunpowder is everywhere, everyone should unite as one, it doesn't matter who you are, surviving in this troubled world is the most important thing!" It's getting late, so let's all disperse. ”

After everyone was gone, Yajun was also about to leave, but Turaya saw it and hurriedly stepped forward to stop her: "Wind King, where is my son?" You can always let me see you now, right? ”

Yajun didn't want to say anything more at this time, only looked behind him, and then turned his head to the guards and said coldly: "Hang the head of the third princess in front of the city and expose it to the sun for seven days!" After speaking, he left coldly.

Turaya's face changed, the dead are the greatest, she dared to do this! Isn't it the same as humiliating Houjin! But now he can't do anything, so he's better take care of himself, and he also wants to see Zagkin being blown up.

Turning around, Sang Yue, who appeared at some point, stood under the stage, wearing a simple white robe, her face was haggard, and her whole person had lost a lot of weight.

"Father!" Sang Yue called softly, moving slowly to Turaya, and the two hugged each other tightly.

"My child." With tears in the corners of her eyes, Turaya stroked/touched the scar on Sang Yue's cheek, "I'm suffering, go home with my father." ”

Sang Yue nodded, a month of captivity had already worn out his water chestnut, and his temperament had become much more modest, and he turned his head to see that the corpse of Dongxue on the ground was taken away, and he was not happy in his heart, biting his lip and saying nothing.

Turaya patted Sang Yue's shoulder comfortingly: "Don't think too much, if she hadn't died, you would be lying here today, cheer up." ”

"The child knows." Sang Yue lowered her head, her dark blue eyes were much darker than the bright and bright ones in the past.

Ge'er, who had been waiting next to him, stepped forward at this time: "Patriarch Tu, it's getting late, and the king has asked us to prepare a room, so that you can rest for a night and set off tomorrow." ”

Turaya subconsciously wanted to refuse, he really didn't want to stay with the Wind King for a quarter of an hour, but it was almost dark, and there were many wild wolves in the desert at night, and it was really unsafe to walk at night, so he had to nod and say, "That's tired." ”

"Please." Ge'er led the way with a light smile.

When the night fell, the temperature dropped, and the cool swish, Lonely Moon City returned to its previous calm, every house lit oil lamps, and the boiling of the day did not seem to affect everyone for half a minute.

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