Chunxiao climbed the window and exclaimed, but it was too far away from Changning's car, and not only could the sound not be heard from the distance between the two streets, but even the mighty wedding queue could only be seen through the gap between the ridges.

"Your Highness and your relatives went?" Chunxiao was greatly stimulated.

Does His Highness really care about her, regardless of her family's enmity?

"Your Highness!" Chunxiao turned her head and wanted to run, but Song Yisheng quickly blocked the door.

"What the hell are you trying to do?" Chunxiao gritted her teeth and retreated.

Obviously, Song Yisheng has a plan.

"As I said, I want you to repay the favor of saving your life." Song Yisheng smiled like a little fox.

"How to repay."

Song Yisheng looked into the distance with a long gaze.

His face was indifferent, and there was an indescribable silence in his eyes.

At this moment, Yang Dehai even suspected that he had no amnesia at all, his speech and demeanor, and his thinking and concepts were exactly the same as before, although he had some childish behavior, he could feel that the soul in his bones was still his Hou Ye.

Yang Dehai retracted his gaze, and Chunxiao and Song Yisheng had already gone downstairs.

Chunxiao is a very smart girl, she knows that there is no room for turning around in this matter, she wants to go out of this door, and if she wants to catch up with Changning and ask clearly, she must agree to Song Yisheng's conditions.

The long street was full of people.

Chunxiao walked out of the inn under Song Yisheng's "protection", but Yang Dehai did not follow him as soon as possible.

Song Yisheng turned his head slightly, and Chunxiao ran away.

Of course he didn't hesitate, he rushed over and grabbed Chunxiao's wrist as if he was rushing, grinning with white teeth: "Very good, you are really her person, just as cunning." ”

"Let go, I won't run." Chunxiao gritted her teeth.

"I don't believe it." Song Yisheng took out a strap to tie Chunxiao's hand, and casually ripped off the canopy on the empty stall next to her, not covering her: "That's it." ”

"You!" Chunxiao laughed angrily: "Although I can't kill you now, do you know your identity?" If you go with me to drive, you will be the one who will die. ”

Song Yisheng chuckled: "Oh? I've always wondered who I am. ”

Chunxiao looked at him.

I don't know if he is really stupid or fake, in short, catching up with her must be a dead end for Song Yisheng.

Song Yisheng looked around and watched a merchant who was carrying a flat burden hurriedly rushing towards the direction of the royal road.

"Let's go, there will only be more and more people." Song Yisheng urged.

Chunxiao snorted coldly, but still turned his head to look at the back, Yang Dehai was late, and his face was very bad.

As she walked through the streets, a thin layer of sweat began to appear on her face.

"Your Highness!"

"Your Highness!"

Chunxiao's shouts were buried in the gossip of the crowd.

When the Changning frame came, the crowd became more and more turbulent, and the soldiers responsible for guarding the road on both sides formed a human wall, blocking both sides of the airtight.

"Your Highness!" Chunxiao couldn't squeeze in at all.

Changning sat in a tall carriage, the curtains on both sides lifted, imprinting her graceful shadow on the tulle.

"Her Royal Highness the Princess, Chitose! His Royal Highness Chitose! The people cheered.

In their eyes, Changning is carrying the mission of peace between the two countries and leaving Chang'an with happiness.

Because of Changning's sacrifice, they will have the opportunity to get rid of the suffering of military service and no longer suffer from the Turks.

Although this is based on the pain of a weak woman who is far from home, the public is so natural that they cheer and celebrate.

Changning doesn't mean to hurt the spring and autumn.

It's just that she cares a lot about the back of the horse in front of her.

That is like a champion who patrols the streets, beckoning around, swaggering in the name of a horse.

Changning narrowed his eyes, thinking of the back of the hand that Ruo stretched out today, he couldn't help but be suspicious.

This Turkic prince asked to marry her in this life, what is his intention?

Changning had thought that if it was for the sake of the Heavenly Lion, in order to regain the roar of the gods in the previous life.

But she had seen Naruo's excerpts, and there was not a single word about the Divine Roar, and even when there was obviously no majestic Divine Roar in her marriage who needed to sit alone in the car, there was no sense of reminding.

I don't think it's for the sake of God roaring.

And Changning won't bring the Divine Roar to him.

She left her body in Weiyang Palace and handed it over to Yin Qiao to take care of, this divine dog belongs to her, and she will go to the battlefield in the future, and the food should be the flesh and bones of the Turks.

In that case, why should you be obedient to her?

Changning was silent, he already had some speculation in his heart, but he still needed tangible evidence.

Outside the gauze curtain, Chunxiao shouted His Highness on another street.

Changning stretched out his hand to take a cup of tea, and the tea lid skimmed the foam, and please sip it into his throat.

Chunxiao saw the carriage going farther and farther, but she was stuck in the crowd like a swamp, and she suddenly despaired.

"Your Highness, don't you want to take revenge! Your Highness, she is Song Yisheng! He's the culprit for killing your relatives and exterminating your clan! Chunxiao roared in despair.

This sound naturally attracted everyone to watch.

"What a noise!" A guard patrolling the streets led the team to rush over.

The crowd subconsciously avoided a circle.

Seeing this, Chunxiao screamed: "He! He is Song Yisheng, he is Song Yisheng, the Marquis of Qing'an, who was beheaded by His Majesty! ”

Song Yisheng didn't have the slightest intention of dodging, and looked at a few guards.

The guards looked at each other, and suddenly whipped Chunxiao on the shoulder.

"Where did the crazy woman come from, she still yells here knowing that His Majesty has already beheaded her!"

Chunxiao screamed, holding her shoulders and not reluctantly.

"I'm Chunxiao, I'm the palace maid of Your Highness, you take me to see Your Highness! Yes! Chunxiao was kicked away by the guards.

"Your Highness has already gone with her relatives, who can catch up, lock her up and take her back, so as not to make trouble."

Chunxiao has lost her mind.

Changning's marriage made her crazy, and this is the confirmation of what the man in black said that night.

The princess was really sad, and felt shameless to face His Majesty, so she married herself to the Turks indiscriminately.

And Song Yisheng, who has obviously been executed by His Majesty, is still alive.

Walking openly on the street, no one knows you.

Qing'an Marquis Song Yisheng is dead, no one will question His Majesty's will, no matter how much she screams, it is useless.

Chunxiao felt more desperate than ever.

It is even more desperate and dark than when the whole family did not enter the official slave department and lived a dark life.

It was as if the sun had left her, and the world had lost its light forever.

"Official, official, this is my crazy girl, she admires the princess Gao Yi and fantasizes about being a princess all day long to serve the princess, and asks a few noble hands to spare her." Song Yisheng said with a smile, took out two ingots of silver and secretly stuffed them.

"Okay, you can take care of people, and you have your highness's relatives and corpses in ten thousand pieces." The guards warned.

"Yes, there won't be a next time." Song Yisheng.

Chunxiao was casually thrown to the ground by the guards.

Song Yisheng came to help her, but she grabbed Song Yisheng's hand and bit it hard.

"Maniac!" Song Yisheng slapped him over, quite angry: "This is the second time, if you can't take me to see her again, I don't need to save you anymore." ”

Chunxiao stood up steadily.

"Shhh There was a horse chirping from one side.

"Master Hou, get on the horse!" Yang Dehai shouted.

Song Yisheng almost dragged Chunxiao over and threw him on horseback, "Let's go out of the city to chase!" ”

In an instant, the carriage of the wedding came to a halt.

One man and one rider stood in front of the carriage.