The eunuch who reported the news went through the inspection layer by layer and knelt in front of the square: "Your Majesty, the Qiongguan is urgent! On the 23rd, the guard of the Qiongguan received 50,000 horses, 100,000 armor, and 100,000 quintals of fine iron from the Xiongnu!"

In a fit of rage, the edict in his hand fell to the ground!

This number, this number, is exactly the same as what the edict says!

"Your Majesty, you 。。。。。。。。。 Yun Lei stepped forward and wanted to pull his sleeve, but was slapped to the ground by Yuan Xu.

"Snap ——" slapped her hard and knocked her to the ground.

When she fell, Shui Sleeve swept away the things on several cases, the water cups, and the pair of dragon and phoenix cups, smashed on the ground, and fainted a bright red piece.

It really hurts, Lan Aiqing only felt that her whole face was hot and painful, and the whole person seemed to be stunned, and tears flowed down at once - not angry, painful, purely physiological reaction. The cameraman and field staff next to him were sharp.

This performance is too real! Such a heavy slap doesn't even need to be synthesized in later stage, so if you hit it so hard, doesn't it hurt?

"What the hell is going on? What's going on? What about Mo Zichu? Tell him to get up, tell him to come over!"

So many generals loyal to Yun Chen were killed, and the only one who escaped was Mo Zichu.

After all, he and Yuan Xu grew up together, and he didn't want him to die here - or rather, he had already pressed him into the heavenly prison, and three days later, he would hold a grand beheading to show and warn the world!

Yuan Xu Tie blushed, and the moment he brought Mo Zichu up, he cried: "Your Majesty, Yun Chen is wronged!"

In a word, send him to hell!

It's just that if he wasn't afraid of Yun Chengong's high shock, and he was afraid of the Jiangshan Sheji he had gained, how could he make such a decision?

Before she could express herself clearly, a cup of poisoned wine gave her death?

When he turned around, Yun Chen was still there, lying there quietly, as if he was asleep.

It's just that the corners of her mouth, dazzling and clear, have a trace of blood!

Leng Yunting rushed over like her, but in a trance, she felt that the woman in the big red palace dress was as light as green smoke and as thin as the morning mist, as if she was about to be blown away by the wind all of a sudden?

Why is there such an illusion?

Why did he think that maybe one day, Luo Qingxue would leave him like this, forever?

He threw himself on her, but the breeze blew the corners of her clothes—

It was as if it was her soul that flew into the sky, and she didn't want to see this filthy world.

"Ka-"

It was Zhang Xiaodong who called it off.

Originally, there was another scene, but Leng Yunting refused to act. Therefore, this is also the end of the play!

It's officially finished.

However, Leng Yunting's momentum had not eased, and he seemed to have done it on purpose, rushing towards Luo Qingxue's body.

Luo Qingxue, who was pretending to be a corpse, was just about to get up, when a huge object pressed against her fiercely, and her face turned white immediately.

"Cold, cold clouds, hurry up. ”

"I'm so tired, it's so hard to slap me just now. ”

He lay on top of her, panting, and Luo Qingxue rolled her eyes.

"Really, you see. He raised his hand, and his palm was a little red. He squeezed his eyes and smiled, and his voice was very low: "Qingxue, is it refreshing? I slapped her just now, but I didn't beat her lightly! She must have hurt to death!"