Outside the Star Picking Building.

Li Qi looked at Jun Tianlan and Shen Miaoyan falling to the ground safely, frowned, and looked at the sea of fire, the entire star-picking tower was burning, and his master had not come out yet......

The shouts of the Praetorian Guards came from all directions, Li Qi held the dust tightly, and muddy tears flowed in the old eyes: "Master, since you were a child, the old slave has been by your side. You have been lonely all your life, this time, the old slave will go with you, and you can serve you again on the Huangquan Road! ”

After that, he used his internal strength, broke free of the few little eunuchs who stopped him, and plunged into the sea of fire.

Shen Miaoyan cried and struggled desperately in Jun Tianlan's arms, and wanted to go into the sea of fire to save people, Jun Tianlan's face was cold, he grabbed her tightly, and raised his hand to give her a slap.

Shen Miaoyan covered her face in disbelief, Jun Tianlan grabbed her collar, and her phoenix eyes were cold: "He's dead!" Do you want to go in and be buried?! Shen Miaoyan, can you show me clearly, is it me Jun Tianlan who is standing in front of you now, or is he Chu Yunjian?! ”

Shen Miaoyan was forced to stand on tiptoe, his amber eyes were full of confusion, except for the last time she stole something, he had never been so angry......

She wants to save Chu Yunjian, is she wrong?

Chu Yunjian is her enemy, she shouldn't have saved him, shouldn't she?

However, when she saw the man using his body to block the burning beam for her, it would be false to say that there was no wave or gratitude in her heart.

She stood in place in a daze, seeing the Praetorian Guards getting closer and closer, Jun Tianlan was furious, grabbed her slender waist, and took her away.

The night is still long.

Shen Miaoyan sat alone on the soft couch in the study of Hengwu Courtyard, his face was dirty, the jacket on his body had already been burned to tatters by the fire, and his burned hands had not been treated.

Jun Tianlan didn't know where to go, Fu Yi and Tian Xiang took the basin and medicine box, and wanted to help her clean her wounds, but she pushed them away, and her voice was hoarse: "Go out!" ”

The two glanced at each other, and had no choice but to retreat.

In the empty study, Shen Miaoyan casually picked up the white porcelain octagonal bottle on the windowsill and smashed it to the ground like a vent.

The porcelain pieces were broken everywhere, glowing white under the lamp.

Shen Miaoyan stood up, holding back a wave of anger in his chest, but he didn't know where this anger came from.

She wiped the moisture from the corners of her eyes with the back of her hand, ran out of the study crying, and was about to go out, but was stopped by Ye Rin who was guarding the door: "The master ordered, the young lady must not step out half a step!" ”

"He commanded, he commanded, he commanded all day long! Do I have to do whatever he tells me to do?! ”

Shen Miaoyan was hysterical, stomped his feet, glared at Ye Rin fiercely, and saw that he was still expressionless, so he had to run into the study again, and smashed all the valuable porcelain inside in a fit of anger.

After smashing, she still felt uncomfortable in the face of porcelain pieces all over the floor.

Seeing Chu Yunjian fall into the sea of fire with her own eyes, she obviously avenged the greatest revenge, but she was extremely depressed in her chest, it was a sense of powerlessness that penetrated deep into the bone marrow, just as she couldn't prevent Sister Murong's death, just as she couldn't save the destruction of the Guogong Mansion.

In fact, she can't do anything.

The light dimmed, she raised her hand and rubbed her red face, squatted on the ground aggrieved, buried her head in the crook of her arm, and cried.

Her tender hands were clenched into fists, she really wanted it, it was strong......

The people in the palace turned their backs, and the fire of the Star Picking Tower was extinguished, and it was completely a pile of dark ruins.

Chu Suiyu cleaned up the mess as quickly as possible, he led the troops to surround the Chengqing Palace, and the ministers inside watched him step into the hall with a cold body, the huge Chengqing Hall was so quiet that he could only hear the sound of his military boots stepping on the ground.

Heavy, majestic.

He walked to the upper seat, turned to face the ministers, and said in a voice like a bell: "The royal brother is cruel and unkind, killing his father and killing his brother, the crime is extremely heinous, and he has now been subdued by the king of this county!" ”

He said this, but the truth was clear to the ministers present.

Whispers rang out in the room.

Li Qing led the guards guarding the city to break in, and a long knife with a snow bright light came out.

The whispers of the ministers stopped invariably.

The knife is on the neck, which of them dares to say half a word to Chu Suiyu?

Han Xuzhi came in with a bright yellow dragon robe, and said loudly: "The king of Jinning County is unparalleled in virtue and deserves to be called the emperor!" ”

After that, he got up and walked up the steps, and in front of the hundred officials, he put the dragon robe on Chu Suiyu's back.

Chu Suiyu's indifferent gaze swept towards everyone, and those officials trembled, knelt down one after another, and shouted long live.

The coldness in his eyes eased slightly, his thin lips hooked into a chuckle, and he raised his hand: "You Aiqing are exempt from courtesy." ”

The red lantern swayed in the north wind, and the people who did not accept Chu Suiyu's succession were quickly killed by Xiahou Ming's people.

Until dawn, the slaughter in the palace was still going on, and the red blood seeped into the snow, making the plum blossoms even redder.

The changes in the palace spread to every household as quickly as possible, and the entire capital stayed awake all night.

The east gradually turned white, and the dawn of winter was so slow that it seemed as if time had frozen.

Shen Miaoyan curled up, sleeping on the ground covered with blankets, tears rolling between her eyelashes, in a deep and shallow dream, the fire rose to the sky, she was swept by the tongue of fire, the man squatted down in front of her, and stretched out his slender hand to her.

She looked up crying, and met a pair of elegant and gentle eyes.

Chu Yunjian ...... Chu Yunjian ......"

Jun Tianlan opened the bead curtain and came in with a bowl of chicken leg noodles, and before he got close, he saw the girl lying on the ground with her lips moving, and kept calling the name that annoyed him.

He was engaged to her, and he ordered the Shen Guogong Mansion to be beheaded, and he saved her twice with his life......

Who has been so entangled with whose life?

Chu Yunjian used his life to leave such a strong mark in her life, and she will not forget him in her life.

So what about him, he Jun Tianlan, what is it?!

She didn't care about her life like that, she had to run into the Star Picking Tower to save Chu Yunjian, did she ever take him to heart?!

Is it that her sweet words over the years are all fake?

Yes, she's the best at deceiving......

A layer of ice seemed to have condensed on his cold and delicate face, and he rested the noodle bowl on the low table, and a tear was clearly seen in the corner of his eye, sliding down the corner of her eye and falling to the ground.

He turned around and walked out, but the moment he lifted the bead curtain, his heart was like a knife.

I don't know how long later, the girl who was sleeping on the ground was awakened by the cold, rubbed her red and swollen eyes, sat up, raised her sleeve and wiped the tears on her cheeks, and stood up silently.

Her gaze fell on the low table, and the noodles in the large bowl were already swelling, and there was no heat at all.

She stared blankly for a moment, then touched her cheek, and suddenly longed to see him on this cold morning.

I want him to hug her, let him kiss her.

She liked him so much that she wanted to share her grief with him......

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These chapters are so sad to write, I like the clouds.

I saw a reader write a poem: Chutian has a dragon living among the clouds, and tears are on the pillow to think of wonderful words. The king of the world watched the vicissitudes of the world, who knew that the ancient was Qinyuan. Club!!

Recommend the new book of the urban god Lao Shi: