"Hong'er...... Hong'er ...... Hong'er ...... Who killed Hong'er......"

She ran up to help him, and found a dagger in her hand—the hand had just been drawn from his back, and a stream of hot blood, like a rain, was drenching his hair.

She stood where she was, and there was a blizzard of blood.

He glared at her, incredulous.

His eyes gradually dimmed: "Miao Lian...... Miao Lian ...... You're actually killing me......"

She could hear her own voice, cold and ruthless: "I've been waiting for this day for a long, long time...... It's you who won't let me go. You have three palaces and six courtyards, and there are groups of concubines, and you are still not satisfied, and you still come to destroy my happiness...... Your Majesty, why don't you open your eyes and close your eyes and let me fly away?? Why do you want to embarrass me? ”

He gritted his teeth, his voice was faint, and every minute and every minute could fall.

"Miao Lian...... So...... So you killed me? ”

"That's right! I'm going to kill you. Only by killing you can I fly away with Ye Jia. ”

There was a dead silence all around. Feng Miaolian only heard her own voice, which was surprisingly cold and cruel, as if she had been premeditated for a long time, and she had been waiting for this moment to come.

Even Tuoba Hong's miserable gaze, she was indifferent. Is it cruel? Is it painful? She didn't care. Even when he stretched out his hand and dangled in front of her, begging her to help, she was indifferent.

He stared at her.

The gaze is so painful, profound, like a pool of lake, unfathomable. Just like the pain in his eyes is also a kind of snow-capped mountain slowly solidifying, full of despair.

Feng Miaolian didn't look at him, and she didn't dare, her eyes glanced around.

Suddenly, her whole body trembled.

She saw that the hideous smiling face behind her was the King of Xianyang—the King of Xianyang—and he was smiling strangely, like a twisted strange snake, his body kept turning, it was the King of Xianyang, and he quietly approached with a dagger, tiptoeing, and laughed proudly.

"It's good, it's good! You killed him, hahaha, ****, you killed Your Majesty......"

"It's good that you helped us kill him, it's good, it's good......"

"You killed him, you damn ****...... You're dead, hahaha, you're all going to die......"

Feng Miaolian watched him come over with a dagger, and the dagger daggled her eyes.

Two dogs strive for a bone and a third runs away with it. He had long wished her dead, and he had hoped that he would die: that his royal brother would die. The son of the imperial brother is still young, and the little prince was also deposed, and he, King Xianyang, as an adult brother, is a fierce general with heavy troops, and the world is his.

There is no one in the world who can compete with it.

As for Tuoba Hong, he was going to turn his head to look, but he had lost his strength—and he could hear the hideous laughter clearly: the betrayed wife, the usurper brother, the sister who tried his best to destroy...... All his closest relatives were traitors, all disloyal and unfaithful traitors.

Feng Miaolian's heart was like a knife, she wanted to withdraw her hand, but she didn't dare, she still held the dagger in her hand, and it was still deep in Tuoba Hong's waist.

Her eyes were dark, and she looked at him blankly.

His lips squirmed, as if to say, what is this, what is this?

But it was too late, too late. It was so late that there was no longer any chance to reverse it. No matter how wise and martial he was, he fell into the trap of his relatives, and in the end, he was murdered by them one by one.

Unchaste wives, cruel brother and sister, they are at this moment, join forces.

He lowered his head and looked at his waist. Look at the hand holding the dagger...... Under such a gaze, Feng Miaolian suddenly pulled out a knife.

A large stream of blood splattered on her head and face again. The hair was as if it had been soaked in blood, dragging it long and splashing.

"Your Majesty...... Your Majesty...... Your Majesty......"

His massive body fell with a thud.

Feng Miaolian couldn't dodge and was almost hit by him.

She screamed and opened her eyes.

There was a warmth on his face, as if it was the misty blood in a dream, and his clothes were covered with sweat, as if the hot blood had never spread.

She screamed, screaming and screaming.

"Miao Lian...... Miao Lian ......"

Someone helped her and called her, and the look on her face was very anxious. It was Yega, who came in from the outside room.

She looked at him in amazement, he was well dressed, and he and she didn't actually live in the same room, let alone lie in the same bed. He didn't. He is Yega. They were never adulterers****.

He just looked at her with pity, looking at her head covered in cold sweat, her hair was also messy, and her face was a kind of extreme madness, like a person who had been closed by a ghost gate.

Ye Jia's hand slapped on her face, and handed over another cup of tea, she picked it up and drank it dry in one gulp. The herbal tea was in the stomach, the cold was penetrating to the bones, and the scorching blood was still rippling on the face.

Tuobahong's face shook in front of her eyes, full of blood, as if that moment was real, splashing on her body, and even her trembling hands subconsciously clenched, and then threw away, as if she was in a hurry to throw the terrible murder weapon out immediately.

"Miao Lian...... Are you having nightmares? ”

She trembled all over, and her forehead was covered with cold sweat, "Your Majesty has an accident...... Your Majesty must have had an accident...... It must be the king of Xianyang, they plotted to kill him, it must be ...... They will murder him...... Your Majesty was leading his troops outside, and I told him not to take the king of Xianyang, but he didn't listen. The King of Xianyang will definitely do his best to destroy him and murder him, it must be the King of Xianyang...... He's going to hurt him...... He thought about it for so long, he didn't have a chance when he was in the palace, but when he went out, he would definitely have a chance...... They hurt him......" She spoke incoherently, and she didn't care if Ye Jia was listening or not, she just kept talking, and when she spoke, the water kept flowing down her cheeks, down the corners of her eyebrows and eyes, I don't know if it was sweat or tears.

"They have wanted to murder His Majesty for a long, long time...... They are going to do it to me, to the inquiry...... In fact, it was King Xianyang who wanted to usurp the throne in a certain dynasty, and it must be him...... He wants to be emperor, he and His Majesty are not siblings at all, they are half-brothers...... How can such a person have any deep affection for His Majesty? They were the ones who harmed him...... They were the ones who hurt him......"

She suddenly shut up, blindfolded her eyes fiercely, and cried out, and her, and her—she was actually an accomplice. If something really happens to His Majesty, then she must be an out-and-out accomplice. It was as she heard him sigh in her dream: unfaithful wife, unfaithful brother and sister, they all wanted him to die. None of them were single-minded about him.

She burst into tears.

Ye Jia was silent for a long time.

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