When Yang Ding was brought up, he was still chained, and Song Ling glanced at him from a distance, only to see a stumbling figure.

It was as if his strength had long been exhausted, and the steps that were difficult to take a step, with a deep heaviness, were on the main hall, step by step, smashing the ground and crying.

Song Ling knew that no matter how heavy the iron chain was, it couldn't weigh his grief at this time.

Yang Ding glanced at Song Ling complicatedly, but she didn't have the courage to look back.

Princess Baojin's death, although she did not do it herself, but she also has an inseparable connection.

If she hadn't carelessly drunk Yang Xue's tea, she wouldn't have snatched the token from her body.

Then, Princess Baojin, will not die.

Although Princess Baojin is arrogant, in the final analysis, she is just a poor woman who can't be courted.

She only glanced at Yang Ding from the corner of her eye, although the man was sloppy, he was still standing and did not kneel.

"Bold Yang Ding, why don't you kneel when you see King Anfeng?" Su Qinchong shouted.

The man's hairline was messy, but he couldn't hide the sad face, there were vague tears in his eyes, but he still looked up and laughed, laughing sadly, laughing crazy, "Kneel? A group of dead dogs deserve me to kneel! ”

"Yang Ding!" Murong Hong was furious, and stepped forward and punched him hard.

The man was beaten back a few steps, but he still stood stubbornly.

"If you are arrogant today, he will die in battle!" Yang Ding slanted his face, wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth, gritted his teeth and said, "Princess Baojin died in your Yan camp, and I, the Great Qin Heavenly King, will march west and kill all of you thieves one by one!" ”

The man's eyes were contemptuous, and he looked at the Yan nobleman who was standing in a high position with a sweeping posture, his words were full of resentment, and his words were full of murderous intent. It was as if he had an invisible knife forged with resentment in his hand at this time, and he wanted to kill all the people in this room.

At this time, Murong Chong was really the only one who understood his feelings.

is also a person who holds the power of the world's soldiers and horses, and is also a person who was in a high position at a young age, and he has felt the pain and unwillingness of falling from a high place and becoming a prisoner.

Some shame will eventually be washed away in blood.

Yang Ding is, and so is he.

The more hellish suffering they go through, the more violent they are to be reborn from blood hatred, and people like them are afraid that they will eventually become pathetic demons.

Roaring in the killing, but also lonely in the killing.

At this time, Murong Chong began to worry that if Yang Ding returned to Qin safely one day, the death of Princess Baojin and the insults he suffered, he would all be added to Da Yan, and then he would lead the Qin army to make a comeback, so the divided Yan army might not be his opponent.

Suddenly, a trace of cold killing intent flashed in his black-brown pupils, and he saw the sharp light in the corner of his eyes glancing at Murong Yue's treasure knife hanging on the screen.

If Yang Ding wanted to identify Song Ling as the murderer of Princess Baojin, he would not stop doing anything and kill him one step faster.

Baojin is dead, Fu Jian's anger is inevitable, since the war is imminent, it is better to solve Yang Ding together.

Murong Chong always had a faint uneasiness, Yang Ding, this person, will be a big disaster in the future.

If you are unfortunate enough to let the tiger return to the mountain, it is better to give it a go.

"Yang Ding! How daring! Murong Hong was completely enraged, and he smashed his fist into Yang Ding's lower abdomen.

The heavy punch fell like raindrops, hitting the man's already haggard body, Yang Ding was already shaky, how could he have the slightest strength to fight back.

The messy blood dripped all over the ground, like a magnificent picture of the rivers and mountains embroidered with red flowers, as if the blood-stained world was the world.

"Alright." King An Feng seemed to be anxious for a result, and waved his hand to let Murong Hong stop.

At this time, the blood stains on Yang Ding's face had soaked his sideburns, blocking the pair of wolf eyes full of resentment, making it impossible to see the weirdness under his blood.

Murong Yue stood up and strode in front of Yang Ding, his sharp gaze shooting straight at the man who was gasping for breath in pain.

"Yang Ding, this king asks you, have you seen the person who killed Princess Baojin?"

Yang Ding was stunned, he didn't expect Murong Yue to be so excited, it was actually to ask him this.

Could it be that Murong Yue didn't know that the person who killed Baojin was Yang Xue?

Still, he wanted to use this matter, through his mouth, to get rid of some people.

At this time, he subconsciously looked at the woman standing in front of him.

Song Ling only felt a chill hit her back, she held her breath nervously, and didn't dare to look back at Yang Ding, for fear that he would say Yang Xue's name.

Yang Ding hadn't opened his mouth yet, but it had already made Murong Hong uneasy, and he was actually not completely sure that Yang Ding would not say Song Ling's name.

On the way here, when he heard the report of the guards, although he didn't want to believe it, he also had a little hesitation.

But with his understanding of Song Ling, he could be sure that Song Ling would not kill Princess Baojin.

She was in such a hurry to confess her sins in order to protect others.

Yang Ding looked at Murong Chong again, Murong Chong happened to look at him as well, and Yang Ding clearly saw the murderous intent rising under the man's calm gaze, as well as the wordless warning and deterrence.

He suddenly raised a provocative smirk towards Murong Chong, but Murong Chong calmly turned his gaze, but there was a thorn-like tension in his heart.

He looked away, not because of the real peace in his heart, but because he felt that Murong Yue was watching his every move.

"Yang Ding, you don't have to be afraid of the people present, as long as you tell the truth, I will definitely save your life." Although Murong Yue said this to Yang Ding, his sharp gaze clearly looked at Murong Chong.

For a long time, no one in the hall dared to make a sound, and it was so quiet that it was suffocating. Everyone was just waiting for Yang Ding's words, waiting for the bloody storm that was about to rise.

Finally, Yang Ding opened his mouth and asked Murong Yue, "Does the prince count?" ”

Murong Yue was overjoyed, thinking that Yang Ding was going to identify Song Ling at this time.

"Now that the king's words have come out, he will protect your life, so you can say it quickly." He gradually raised his eagle eyebrows, and his fierce gaze swept towards Murong Chong again, so much evidence pointed to Song Ling, and then waited for Yang Ding's words to be decided, Song Ling's crime was decided!

However, looking at Song Ling's performance just now, it seems that he wants to take the blame alone, whether he can use this matter to implicate Murong Chong, he is not completely sure yet.

Murong Chong clearly felt the sharp light coming from the side, but he didn't look at Murong Yue. His eyes were level, as quiet as white clouds, and on the surface, he was still calm and calm, and the panic in his heart was appropriately disguised.

Even so, the uneasiness in Murong Chong's heart became stronger at this time, and he knew very well that Murong Yue had grasped his weakness.

Song Ling's importance to him has become a sharp weapon that others can use to hurt her and get rid of him.