Then, the little, always well-behaved, very lovely little girl, she pulled the corners of her blood-stained lips with difficulty, and smiled laboriously, and smiled lightly.

She opened her lips slightly, and called softly:

"Brother."

As the words fell, the already cold and stiff little hand slid down suddenly, drawing a decisive arc, shattering the last sparkle of his eyes, completely, and smashing.

The little man in his arms also lost all his breath.

It was her, the last time she called him, "Brother." ”

It was also the last time he gently stroked her soft hair, held her carefully in his arms, and smiled gently.

That also made him one last time, gently scraping the tip of her nose and gently pinching his little face.

That was the last time he said to her mildly:

"Good."

That year, his own sister, just like that, died in his arms.

Her name is Gong Lingxuan, the daughter of Concubine Mo Rongyue, and the younger sister of King Jing Gong Linggui.

However, the world doesn't know that this Eastern Empire still has the existence of Gong Lingxuan.

And the father, the man who was on top, did not give Xuan'er a title.

This means that he Gong Zhaohui does not recognize this daughter and will not give this daughter the status of a princess.

He, too, is still Xuan'er's father who is connected by blood.

It's ironic.

The corners of his mouth rose a little, Gong Linggui slowly lowered his eyebrows, half a bundle of black hair hung down, raising a cold arc in the night breeze, with a faint sadness.

A heavy sigh overflowed from Gong Linggui's mouth.

Monarch, father and son.

Father and son, monarch and minister.

But that's it.

Sensing a familiar aura around him, Gong Linggui's eyes moved, the expression on his face was all constricted, his hands were clenched tightly, the piece of fabric was tightly pinched in his hand, and the strength was great, as if he was afraid that he would go away with the wind.

Father, Father

He is the Father, but he is the King.

He was jealous of the Su family and wanted to control the Su family, but when he found out that the Su family would not be used by him, he would not hesitate to take action and completely disintegrate it.

Fourteen years ago, in the struggle between the Su family and the royal family, the Su family was defeated and their vitality was greatly damaged.

Now, is a new struggle about to begin again?

Xiao Dye.

Do you also clearly understand this, so you will give up your comfortable life and return to this strange imperial capital?

"Brother."

Su Yunran's soft voice sounded in his mind, Gong Linggui paused, and his long jade figure trembled a few times almost invisibly.

In front of him, the stunning face of the city appeared, glowing with a sickly paleness, but with a sense of stubbornness and unyielding, his eyes were clear and flashing with a strange light.

She will also smile with crooked eyebrows, and she will also be coquettish to herself, and she will also call herself: "Brother." ”

She is also his palace Linggui's younger sister, Su Yunran.

Taking a deep breath, Gong Linggui calmed down his churning emotions a little, lowered his eyes and glanced at the fabric in his hand, stabilized his breath, and stood up straight.

Anyway, this piece of fabric doesn't mean anything, and he believes that Xiao Ran will definitely be fine.

How could such a clever and lovely little girl have an accident so easily.

No, it won't.

Carefully tucked the fabric in his hand into the wide coat, Gong Linggui raised his head, gently brushed his sleeves, and his eyes were light.

His eyes looked around casually, and when he saw a few familiar figures, Gong Linggui pursed the corners of his lips, his body moved, and disappeared in place.

There was a fine touch under his feet, Su Yunshu stopped, tilted his head slightly, looked at Gong Linggui who came to his side, and frowned slightly.

"Cloud Book."

Looking at Su Yunshu who was out of shape like this, Gong Linggui was slightly stunned for a moment, his face was slightly moved, he sighed, and spoke lightly.

"Father is here."

Hearing this, Su Yunshu raised his eyes and looked in one direction, and really saw the figures of Gong Zhaohui and the Great Elder.

The hand holding the sword tightened slightly, and his breathing, which gradually became heavy, revealed his undisguised anger, and his eyes reflected a sharp light.

"Cloud Book."

Gong Linggui raised his hand and pressed Su Yunshu's shoulders to ease his emotions, the obvious strength was soothing.

"Xiao Ran will be fine, you have to trust her."

"And."

Speaking of this, Gong Linggui stopped, glanced at the two figures not far away, and opened his mouth meaningfully.

"Father, he doesn't have the courage to gamble now."

His eyes moved, Su Yunshu slowly raised his eyes and looked at the man in front of him, a faint doubt appeared on his face, and there was bitterness between his eyebrows.

"Bet?"

"That's right."

The warm voice came, the white clothes flew over, and there was a slight wind sound, Nan Shiyan came to the side of the two, the jade fan in his hand moved slightly, and the enchantment was set silently.

"Gong Zhaohui, he doesn't dare to bet."

Su Yunshu frowned and asked, "What are you betting on?" ”

Glancing lightly at the figure in the dragon robe, Nan Shiyan raised his lips and chuckled a few times, with a bit of undisguised disdain.

"Bet on the death of my sister, what will be the consequences."

"If the gambling sister dies, what will happen to the head of the Su family, what will happen to the Su family, what will happen to King Jing, what will happen to my son, what will happen to the master."

"At present, Nagong Zhaohui doesn't know anything about the division of his son and his junior sister, and he doesn't know anything about the current strength of the Su family."

"So, he didn't dare to bet."

As if he understood something, Su Yunshu's pupils shrank suddenly, and a look crossed his face.

"The Third Son."

After a little silence, Nan Shiyan looked at the piece of fabric in Su Yunshu's hand and said slowly: "Senior sister will definitely be fine." ”

After a pause, Nan Shiyan raised his lips, smiled faintly, and continued to speak, "I believe in senior sister." ”

Hearing this, Su Yunshu raised his head and looked at the warm and smiling eyebrows of the man in front of him, and his face slowly relaxed.

"The Third Son."

With a meaningful gaze, he looked at a few figures slowly approaching not far away, Nan Shiyan hooked his lips, and smiled inexplicably, which was meaningful, and he couldn't see his emotions.

"If something really happens to my junior sister here, my son promises that not only that palace Zhaohui, but also the entire Eastern Dynasty, or the four empires."

After a pause, the corners of his lips hooked up an inexplicable arc, and he smiled inexplicably, with a little coldness, a little bloodthirsty, and a little indifference.

chuckled a few times, with an extreme chill, Nan Shiyan continued to speak:

"There will be no peace forever."

His eyes moved, Su Yunshu took a deep breath, the breath around him gradually stabilized, and a light voice came: "I understand." ”

That's true.

Gong Zhaohui is just trying to bring down the Su family now, but he is not sure about the specific strength of the Su family now.

If he acts rashly now and lets Xiao Ran lose his life here, when the time comes, the third uncle will definitely not hesitate to make a move, and the Su family will not hesitate at all, and will definitely seek justice for Miss Su Qi.

The Su family that broke out, presumably Gong Zhaohui was unwilling to face it.