The guard knelt on one knee and cried: "Your Majesty, King Shun'an, Li Qing and Xiahou Ming rebelled, our people are about to be unable to defend Fengyi Palace, please let the emperor and Niangniang take the little prince and leave quickly!" ”

Wen Qianmu's eyelids jumped, and he raised his eyes to look at Chu Suiyu, his face was extremely calm.

She couldn't help but hug the child in her hand: "Lord Wang? ”

Chu Suiyu held the saber at his waist and slowly stood up: "Yun'er, take care of your young lady." ”

Yun'er panicked, and hurriedly responded.

Wen looked at his back with admiration, just now, his salutation ......

Chu Suiyu walked a few steps outside, suddenly paused, turned around and rushed to Wen Qianmu's side, kissed the child in her arms, raised his hand to support her head, kissed her lips fiercely, turned around and left resolutely.

Wen was stunned, sat on the bed with the child in his arms, and didn't react for a while.

When he came back to his senses, the fighting outside became more intense.

The palace people were all gathered in the dormitory, and there were timid palace maids hugging them, and they were already crying in fright.

The attendants were also trembling, and from time to time they peeked out a few times.

Chu Suiyu strode to the eaves of Fengyi Palace, in the huge courtyard, his guards and the elite soldiers brought by Chu Huanian fought desperately, and the courtyard was full of blood, splashed on the plum blossoms in the corner, and the petals were more and more bright red.

Through countless blood and human lives, he raised his eyes to look at Chu Huanian, who was riding on a tall horse, and his face was handsome and friendly as the Chu family had always been.

Those eyes were full of wisdom, and there was no stupidity in the past.

And behind him, Li Qing's army was neatly arranged, majestic and mighty.

The defection of Li Qing and Xiahou Ming made this palace change no suspense.

Failure is nothing more than a matter of time.

The thin lips hooked up a faint smile, and Chu Suiyu turned around and entered the palace: "Close the door." ”

The gate of Fengyi Palace was closed again, and the cronies who were abandoned in the courtyard were forced to fight desperately with one as ten.

However, there are some things, even if you try your best, there is no result.

For example, their irretrievable death.

One of Chu Suiyu's cronies was born with a strong force, armed with two knives, but killed more than a dozen people in a few moments.

Chu Huanian took the bow and arrow from the hand of his entourage expressionlessly, and the long arrow whistled and shot into the heart of the cronie.

The fighting in the courtyard didn't last long, but in the time of a stick of incense, Chu Suiyu's cronies all fell in a pool of blood.

The sky was gloomy and terrifying, and seeing that it was snowing again, Chu Huanian did not waste time, and directly ordered someone to carry the bumping wood and rush to the palace gate.

Dozens of people carried the thick and heavy crashing wood, slamming the gate of Fengyi Palace, as if the entire palace was about to collapse.

The screams in the dormitory came and went, Wen admired the baby, and although his dignified and beautiful face was calm, he unconsciously held the seven-star dagger tightly.

Several cronies came in with Chu Suiyu in their arms, and he stood in front of the screen, his voice calm: "Mu Mu, come here." ”

Wen admired and looked at him, and saw that his face was solemn and solemn that he had never seen before, so he endured the discomfort just after giving birth, was helped out of bed by Yun'er, and walked to him cautiously: "Lord Wang? ”

Chu Suiyu held her waist, turned the screen, and walked towards the south gate of Fengyi Palace.

Wen admired what he was going to do, and as soon as he walked out of the dormitory, he bumped into Han Tangzhi in a black power suit.

Han Tangzhi glanced at Chu Suiyu, and his hand immediately moved to the hilt of the knife.

Chu Suiyu was about to hand over Wen Qianmu to him, when a loud "bang" suddenly sounded behind him, and the sound of countless military boots trampling sounded, he didn't look back, hugged Wen Qianmu's waist, and walked quickly south.

The two gates of Fengyi Palace completely fell to the ground and were trampled by the armor soldiers.

These people broke into the dormitory, and the palace maids and chamberlains, who had not yet had time to escape, were dragged by the hair or collar, and the sword was mercilessly stabbed into their hearts.

It's a killing that leaves no room behind.

Chu Huanian was dressed in brocade clothes, stepped into the dormitory with an expressionless face, glanced at the corpses that were all over the place, and turned around towards the south gate with a knife.

The south gate of Fengyi Palace was built very narrow, which was originally used by palace maids and chamberlains.

Wen admired his weak body, coupled with holding the child, he couldn't run fast at all.

Chu Suiyu hugged her, and before she ran to the south gate, the chasing soldiers behind her were approaching.

And ten armor soldiers have already blocked the south gate.

Everyone gasped, turned to look at the pursuers, Chu Huanian stood under the eaves, looked at them quietly, took off his bow and arrow with an expressionless face, and aimed at Chu Suiyu.

The arrows shimmered with cold light, colder than ice and snow.

The moment Chu Huanian shot the arrow, the corners of his lips suddenly chuckled, and he moved away slightly.

The long arrow pierced the air and stabbed straight at the child in Wen's arms.

Han Tangzhi was fighting with those who blocked the south gate, and he only had time to turn around, and in his red eyes, the picture of Chu Suiyu turning around and hugging Wen Qianmu and the child was reflected.

The arrow pierced his back.

Wen looked at him blankly, he barely raised his head, and his smile was pale but extremely affectionate: "Hurry up!" ”

"For ...... Why? Wen admired and her voice trembled.

Chu Suiyu looked down at her baby who was smirking in her swaddling clothes, and her voice was very soft: "Because...... I'm your husband! I'm going to protect you, and ...... baby."

Tears welled up, and before Wen could speak, Yun'er cried and pulled her towards the south gate.

Han Tangzhi slashed and killed the last guard who blocked the way and took them away.

As soon as he stepped out of the south gate, Wen Qianmu heard the footsteps of the man behind him.

She subconsciously turned around, and saw Chu Suiyu struggling with all her strength to close the Zhu Door again.

"No—"

The moment the door was slammed shut, Wen Qianmu suddenly let out a scream.

The final picture is the man's smiling and affectionate eyes.

Behind the door, Chu Suiyu turned around with difficulty, leaned his back against the Zhu Gate, and looked up at the sky, the gray color was extremely heavy.

Chu Huanian was still standing under the eaves, staring at him expressionlessly for a moment, and then raised his hand.

The armor soldiers rushed towards him like a tidal wave, countless swords piercing his body, but his hands remained open, guarding the door tightly, and no matter how much others pulled, they could not pull him away.

He let the men tear at his body, staring only at the sky.

The snowflakes are fluttering and falling, and they are sadly beautiful.

The voices around him seemed to have stopped, and he slowly bloomed into an affectionate smile.

He could no longer hear her call him the prince in a reserved manner.

I can't see her joy and sorrow anymore.

The moment the snowflakes fell into his eyes, he stopped breathing.

Heavy footsteps sounded, the soldiers dispersed, and Chu Huanian walked up to Chu Suiyu, this person was covered in blood and flesh.

He reached out and easily pulled him off the door.

The vermilion door was already drenched in blood.

He opened the door, and Han Tangzhi had already disappeared without a trace with Wen admiration and the child.

The corners of his thin lips hooked up a sneer, "Search the palace." ”

The soldiers poured out, leaving only the lonely man lying in a pool of blood.

The snow was getting heavier and falling all over his back.

So lonely, like his lonely and short life.

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