"Revenge!"

As soon as Yu Qianling opened his eyes, he gritted his teeth and said these two words. Her eyes were red, and her heart burned with hatred.

When the two countries went to war, she was imprisoned in a dungeon by Mo Zixiang, and the affectionate husband and the vicious Qiao Yuewei made her cry secretly many times. Later, when she heard the news of her parents' death and the extermination of her family, she cried and fainted many times in the dungeon. Her body and heart were riddled with holes.

"Princess, slave maid swears to follow the princess to the death. Avenge! Kill Daiyue! "In the Sakura-eyed Palace, she has no relatives and friends at this moment, and the princess is her only concern.

Yu Qianling touched Sakura's face, she had lost a lot of weight, and she was no longer the chubby girl she used to be.

"Dai Yue, the patriarch of the Northern War, he is the initiator. I must have a hand on Dai Yue, and that Xun Zhilan. ”

"Princess, Xun Zhilan suffered by herself, as the patriarch of Xifeng, she actually colluded with Dai Yue! I heard Lord Lifeng say that the Xifeng clan has now been reduced to slavery by Dai Yue. After the New Year, Dai Yue ascended the throne and became the lord of the country! ”

Yu Qianling sighed: "The road to revenge is destined to be extremely difficult. ”

At this time, Mo Hanyun was now in the courtyard of Mingyue Pavilion, looking up at the lonely moon in the sky.

"Lord Wang, this time Miss Ziyu and Miss Yinghong should be hugging and crying. The subordinates don't understand, why didn't the prince tell Miss Yu? Lifeng said.

Mo Hanyun smiled self-deprecatingly and said, "When she was ten years old, she was only eight years old and followed the lord to the imperial capital. The king missed his mother and secretly hid in the royal garden and cried. When she saw the king crying, she came and wiped his tears. Unfortunately, she doesn't remember anymore. ”

After speaking, Mo Hanyun took out a pink handkerchief from his arms, embroidered with a lifelike phoenix.

"This king wants to take revenge and fulfill his mother's last wish. Ben also wanted to be able to keep her by his side. Mo Hanyun had sorrow in his eyes.

"Miss Yu is burdened with a deep hatred of blood and torture in the Xiangwang Mansion. Now she is hell-bent on revenge. It's just that the prince, aren't you worried about her safety? Lifeng asked.

Mo Hanyun glanced at Lifeng: "Are you testing this king, or are you worried about her?" ”

"The subordinates don't dare."

"If she wants to live in the world, will she be willing? Don't look at her weak, Mono woman, no one can only needlework, red qin, chess, calligraphy and painting. They weren't as weak as they seemed. They all have kung fu. Especially her, she has a delicate body. ”

These words made Lifeng a little confused: "Lord Wang, since this is the case, my subordinates don't understand." If Miss Yu had kung fu, how could she be tortured like that by the people of Xiangwangfu? ”

"Because...... She still has hope for her fifth brother. What's more, there is no shortage of masters in Xiangwangfu. After speaking, Mo Hanyun was silent.

Looking up at the lonely moon in the sky, the moonlight was cold.

Three days later.

The sun shines on the ground, bringing a touch of warmth to the middle of winter.

The group entered the city in a majestic manner, attracting everyone's attention. In front, two handsome-looking men rode tall horses.

The man on the left has silver hair, curled up with a moon-white crown, and a strand of hair hangs down on the right side of his forehead. His skin was fair, his eyes had a hint of a smile, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised. A moon-white robe embroidered with a few green bamboo leaves. A wide belt with moon white auspicious moire at the waist. There is a flute pinned to his waist, and the flute is emerald and extremely warm, and it is a fine jade at a glance.

The man on the right has his black hair combed back and down to his waist. His eyebrows were thick and his eyes were deep and cold. The facial features are distinct, the skin is fair, and the face is expressionless. Dressed in a navy blue robe, with a gold silk spider ribbon of the same color tied around his waist. A cyan sachet hangs from his waist. He holds the reins in his left hand and a long sword in his right hand. He stared ahead, ignoring the crowd around him.

Behind it was a delicate carriage, and Sakura lifted the curtain to look out.

Everyone was curious, and Fan Fan stood on tiptoe and poked her head out to look into the carriage. I saw a woman sitting in the car. Her eyes were watery and she wore a white veil. A white dress is better than snow, and a black hair hangs down his waist.