Assassinate?!

Murong Chong couldn't help but look at Song Ling solemnly, fighting for his life, Ah Ling, are you really desperate for this world?

He looked at Fu Hui, his sword eyebrows crossed, and he snorted coldly, "If I, Murong Chong, had been assassinated, your majesty would have long since stood here." ”

"What an arrogant tone!" Fu Hui spoke disdainfully, "Yan Guo is gone, you Murong Chong, what are you arrogant?" ”

Yan Guo is gone!

Hearing this, Murong Chong's heart was like a knife, he clenched his hands into fists, and a sentence of the destruction of the country and the death of the family became their powerlessness to be trampled on!

The palm of his fist was still tightly holding a piece of jade pendant, which was the jade pendant that she had been split by Yang Ding with a knife in order to save him, and he had been carrying it with him after he ordered the craftsman to repair it.

He lowered his eyes, sad and solemn, Song Ling, you saved me, but now, I have lost even the ability to protect you.

"You Yan Kingdom, if you can't defeat our Great Qin, you will make such despicable means as assassination really make people look down on!"

"You and this Song Ling, a big retrograde stab! Sin deserves to die! ”

Fu Jian didn't scold Fu Hui for a while, as if he was watching and testing for a long time, Murong Chong's true plan in his heart.

Murong Chong snorted coldly, his eyes were full of disdain, he would kill Fu Jian, and one day, he would lead the soldiers of their Yan Kingdom to slaughter Chang'an, burn the palace, and turn your Great Qin into a human purgatory!

I, Murong Chong, swear to the sky!

"My life and death have always been in my own hands!"

"Really? Then let me tell you, in the Qin State, your life and death are not up to you! ”

When the Zuhun clan heard the words "sin should be damned", his legs were so frightened that his legs were weak, and he rushed to the front of King Fu Jian of Qin, and he didn't care about the honor of the queen mother, so he bowed down and begged, "Your Majesty the King of Qin, my son is young, and it is inevitable that he does not know the severity, if he commits something, I hope you can open up to him." ”

When Murong Chong saw the Queen Mother's humble appearance, his heart was full of sorrow, and he said bitterly, "Queen Mother! Why ask him! ”

"Phoenix Emperor! Say no more! But Zuhun looked at his son anxiously, and the wrinkles in the corners of his eyes were visible, for fear that he would make another mistake and anger King Qin's father and son.

"I hope Your Majesty will be gracious!"

The woman knelt on the ground, afraid of her brother's safety and the majesty of King Qin, her weak body shivered a little in the cold wind, but her naturally delicate voice had a charm that fascinated all men in the world when they heard it.

Even if it was the male lord Qin Wang Fu Jian, he was also attracted by it.

Fu Jian was stunned for a moment, looking at the woman who bowed her head and pleaded, just to see her delicate neck like white jade, which made him have an uncontrollable urge to pity, which was something that was rarely beyond his control.

"What is this?"

Empress Yan Kezuhun looked at Qin Wang Fu Jian's eyes when he looked at Qinghe at this time, as a person who came over, she saw through the love between men and women at once.

She was stunned at first, but then she was happy, and even her voice relaxed and raised, only to see a smile on her face and say, "This is the little girl, Qinghe." ”

As the royal family of the dead country in the Qin State, even if she does not die, she will inevitably be embarrassed and persecuted, which has always been the thing she is most worried about, because she doesn't know what the fate of their family will be. But as soon as she saw Fu Jian's eyes looking at Qinghe today, she knew that she had hope for the rest of her life.

"Princess Qinghe, please get up." Fu Jian actually leaned over and personally reached out to help her up.

Princess Qinghe was startled and quickly got up.

Although Qinghe was still bowing his head at this time, Fu Jian finally saw the appearance of the woman who sounded like a bamboo, and couldn't help but gasp. Although the woman did not apply powder, her hair was crooked, but she still could not hide her fair and delicate cheeks and shocking face, which was noble and beautiful and peerless, like a green lotus, and better than a hibiscus, which was the beauty that he had never seen.

"Thank you, Your Majesty." Princess Qinghe's worried gaze still fell on Murong Chong, who was subdued by Qin Bing.

Fu Jian coughed, and immediately said, "Lonely letter, the king of Zhongshan has no heart to stab. The husband is above board, and he should judge success or failure by war. ”

He looked at Murong Chong and said solemnly.

If you ask if a generation of male lords was fascinated by beauties and gave amnesty to the Murong family, then Fu Jian is too simple.

I think that he Fu Jian can use a corner of the land to grow the Qin State to this point, the world is divided into three, Qin accounts for two, the male lord and the virtuous monarch, he Fu Jian deserves this title! Thinking that he has read countless people, how could he not see the clue, when Murong Chong rushed over, he threw the long knife in his hand, which is the practice of the person who wants to stab.

"Father!" When Fu Hui heard this, he was not happy on the spot.

In his opinion, his father, the emperor, was dazzled by the Qinghe princess of the Yan country in front of him.

"Father, this woman did stab you just now!"

Fu Hui hurriedly stepped forward and wanted to persuade his father a few more words, but seeing that King Qin and Princess Qinghe were so close, he didn't dare to sweep his father's Yaxing.

I had to point to Song Ling, who was dying in the snow, and exaggerated the words, trying to provoke King Qin and let him punish Murong Chong and Song Ling.

He just couldn't get used to seeing Murong Chong's dog of the loser, and he looked arrogant and rampant.

"Your Majesty, this woman is seriously injured, and I don't know how long she can last." As soon as Yang Ding saw that Fu Hui was biting this matter, he hurriedly interceded for Song Ling.

He could clearly feel that the woman's body temperature under his palm was slowly getting colder. He restrained Song Ling for so long, and he didn't see her resist, and he didn't even say a word, which was not at all in line with that woman who had a clear love and hate.

I'm afraid that she has no strength to struggle.

Princess Qinghe looked at the seriously injured Song Ling, who was also from the Yan Kingdom, she couldn't bear it, and her pleading gaze couldn't help but cast herself on the king who held the power of life and death.

Their life and death depend on his words.

When a woman looks at you pitifully, all the requests are just to hope that you will raise your noble hand, Fu Jian's always generous tolerance, at this moment, all reflected.

"That's it, let's let it go." With a wave of his long sleeves, he did his best to be a king, tolerant and popular, and he wanted to stay every one of them, "I want you Yan people to know that in our Great Qin, you can still live well." ”

Princess Qinghe looked at the gaze in the man's eyes, so serious, so solemn, inexplicably, people couldn't help but surrender.

"Thank you, Your Majesty."

"Thank you, Your Majesty."

Empress Yan Kezuhun and Princess Qinghe hurriedly bowed down to thank her.

"Father! This ...... "Fu Hui is still unwilling.

"If you delay the march for so long, you don't want to hurry up." Fu Hui's voice was slightly cold, which silenced Fu Hui.

"Yes." He replied weakly, but his heart was uneven.

The Qin soldiers suddenly loosened their grip on Murong Chong, and he hurriedly ran to the woman in the snow.

"Song Ling!"

She had lost so much blood that she had already fainted.

"She's badly wounded, help her to the carriage to recuperate."