Not far away, the man in black put away his bow and arrows and stood respectfully next to Murong Yue'er.

Mu Chujin's eyes narrowed, a cold color suddenly appeared on her pale face, and the murderous aura emanating from Murong Yue'er's body made her realize that she was in a catastrophe. She looked down at the child, and the desire to survive intensified in her eyes.

She had to live, and she had to keep her children alive.

Mu Chujin dragged his weak body, stepped out of the carriage, looked at the slender figure fixedly, and spoke: "Queen Murong, how can you let me go?" ”

Murong Yue'er's eyes were disgusted, when she saw the woman come out, she noticed the child in her arms, but she didn't expect that she gave birth to the child in a good fate, and she, her child, became a victim of her power struggle. Thinking of this, Murong Yue'er's eyes showed jealousy, and her killing intent became even stronger.

Mu Chujin understood the strong killing intent, she gritted her teeth, looked at the archers around her, the helplessness in her heart was even stronger, no one would help her, today, she was dead. And all she could do was pray for the woman in front of her to spare her and her children.

Scold......

It's a little ridiculous, how could that woman let her go?

From the look in her eyes, she could tell that she longed for her to die!

Seeing Mu Chujian's mocking smile, Murong Yue'er rolled her eyes and said, "Sister Mu, for the sake of calling your sister in this palace, it's better to do this." If you kill yourself, I will spare the child in your hands!" ”

"Okay." Without hesitation, Mu Chujin agreed. She had expected it.

She glanced at the child deeply, her eyes were already full of tears, child, don't blame your mother, you must live well, with your mother's share, ......

"Give the child to Bengong, as long as you kill yourself, Bengong will promise you that you will definitely treat your child well, besides, he still has half of Brother Xue's blood on his body." Murong Yue'er sneered, stretched out her arm, and pulled the cloth bag out of Mu Chujin's arms.

Looking at the empty embrace, Mu Chujin smiled with relief, and then his expression turned cold: "Murong Yue'er, you must do what you say!" ”

After speaking, Mu Chujin picked up the sword on the ground, put it around his neck, and wiped it hard, and the blood gushed out like a fountain.

The water eyes stared closely at the child in Murong Yue'er's arms, and slowly fell down on his back, like a slow motion, falling on his back......

She could hear the sound of blood gushing in her ears, the heat of her body was losing little by little, and her black and white eyes looked straight in the direction of Murong Yue'er, becoming gray little by little.

Brother Feng, Jin'er is here to accompany you......

Murong Yue'er looked at the corpse on the ground and smiled coldly. The indescribable joy in my heart, Mu Chujian, you are finally dead! Let me see with my own eyes, so that it won't be like last time, you can't die if you fall off the cliff, but I don't know if you will be like last time, so lucky, don't die in a catastrophe, but now, it won't.

Murong Yue'er walked up to Mu Chujian, kicked her body, and felt the hardness that only dead people have, so she laughed out loud and shouted up to the sky: "Mu Chujin, you are finally dead!" ”

The voice was sharp, poignant, like a mad demon, and finally, Murong Yue'er lowered her head, looked at the child in her arms, and caressed the child's wrinkled little face lovingly, the sharp nails scratched the child's delicate skin, and the sound of a baby crying was heard.

Murong Yue'er frowned, her eyes full of disgust. She touched the baby's delicate little face, slowly moved down, came to the thin neck, and forced, and forced, and finally could no longer hear the child's voice.

"Mu Chujin, do you know? Even though he has half of Brother Xue's bloodline in his body, even if even half of it is yours, he will be disgusted by this palace, so he must die! In the future, this palace will have many children with the emperor, and you are not the only one...... Hahaha...... Come on, bring a sword to the main palace! This palace wants to kill her child with her own hands in front of this slut! Murong Yue'er smiled fiercely and took the sword handed by his subordinates.

Squatting down, looking at the child who was wrapped in the cloth ball and fainted by her, with a bloodthirsty smile, she broke Mu Chujian's somewhat stiff head, so that the eyes that had dimmed a lot were facing the silver sword.

The sharp tip of the sword was aimed at the baby's heart, and it pierced hard, and bright red blood gushed down the blade of the sword, like a bead with a broken thread, falling all over the ground.

The strong smell of blood continued to flood the forest, and the crows on the branches screamed and flapped their wings and flew away, leaving only the depression of the forest and the dead cold.

"Let's go!" Murong Yue'er threw the blood-stained sword on the ground, looked at the large and small corpses on the ground, and smiled with satisfaction.

got on the horse, and led the people to leave without looking back.

The female corpse on the ground blinked almost inaudibly out of the corner of her eye, and then a tear flowed out and fell into the soil of early spring, disappearing without a trace......

Wujia Village, it is getting late, the poor small village is already scarce, and the war between the two countries is in Liuli, this village is in the border area of the two countries, and the joint war makes it even more barren and deserted.

The mountains are pitch black, and there are only sporadic candle flames fluttering, highlighting that there is still some popularity in this Wujia Village. There were many wars, the poor people in the village starved to death, the plague died of illness, the first few months of heavy snowfall, the weather was cold, and the people had no food at home, but now how should they live.

Lao Wu and his family were full of sorrow, and their son was arrested and sent to serve as a soldier a few days ago, and there was no news. There are only two old people left in the family, lonely and helpless. There is only a thin layer of rice left in the rice jar at home, which is enough to drink gruel for a few days.

In the simple thatched house, there were a few fragmentary coughing sounds, which were pressed for a while, and the wife of the Wu family was very uncomfortable.

"Baby, it...... I don't know how long it will last...... You don't have to take care of me, go to Kyoto with a few young people in the village, there is a refugee camp opened by the imperial court and a few mouthfuls of thin porridge to live, you don't want to ...... Cough...... Don't stay...... Take care of my old bones......" The old man lying on the bed said intermittently, his bony arms shrunk into the oil-stained quilt, and his whole body looked even thinner.

"No...... I've lived most of my life...... Why do I have to stay by your side......" My wife cried, wiped her tears with a rough black cloth, gritted her teeth and said: "The family is not good, you are good, you finally went up the mountain, but you picked up a stupid and dirty mute back!" ”

"Didn't I see her dead, and wanted to strip off her valuable clothes, but who knew that this touch was still angry, so I carried the man over, and now that I think about it, the deep cut in the neck is strange...... Ahem......"