The smile on Yang Muyi's face froze, thinking that he had misheard, "What did you say!" ”

"Father wants to kill Miss Yang!" Hiroshi repeated, "Run away." ”

Yang Muyi also hurriedly looked at Yang Qiaoyue: "Little sister." ”

Yang Qiaoyuexiu frowned slightly, not to mention whether they could escape from the vast grassland, it would also affect Luo Luohu, hearing that there was movement outside, she shook her head: "It's too late." ”

Yang Muyi pulled out his sword, and his face suddenly showed a cold killing intent, whoever dared to rush in would kill him.

He only knew that if something happened to Yang Qiaoyue, things would definitely go uncontrollable, so he immediately said to Yang Muyi, "Take me hostage!" Hurry up! ”

Yang Muyi was stunned for a moment, and immediately understood what he meant, and didn't use any other better way, so he directly put the sword close to his neck: "Offended." ”

A group of guards rushed in from outside the bag, and when they saw that Jurohu had also been kidnapped, they did not dare to act rashly, and sent people to report to the king of Warat and the national teacher.

When King Warat heard that these two men dared to kidnap and threaten him, he got up directly: "The widow wants to see how capable they are." ”

King Warat left the royal felt bag and strode to imprison Yang Qiaoyue and their bag, and the national teacher followed closely behind, his face was solemn, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Yang Muyi was confronting the guards, he and Yang Qiaoyue had already come out of the felt bag, and a group of guards surrounded them in a circle and kept retreating.

The outer guards shouted, "The king is here!" ”

The guards in a circle immediately moved out of the way, and King Warat and the national teacher walked in, the former angrily scolding Roshu Ye: "Waste! ”

King Wara looked at Yang Qiaoyue lightly: "You are a smart girl, let him go, and leave all your corpses behind, otherwise you will be thrown into the wilderness to feed the wolf dogs." ”

"You dare! I'll kill him right now. Yang Muyi's sword was an inch closer, and it was already close to the skin.

King Warat didn't even raise his eyebrows, "Whatever you want, a person who can't even protect himself, it's useless to keep it for the widow." ”

Yang Muyi was stunned, King Wara's words confused him, he couldn't really kill the Yuros who helped them, and he didn't do it for a long time.

Zhu Luo Hu also laughed at himself in his heart, it turned out that he had overestimated his status in the heart of the lord of the country, and he didn't have a trace of emotional waves.

"Is the son just a pawn in front of his father? Is it possible to discard a tool that has no use value? Roshu also asked angrily.

King Warat's brows furrowed, and this time he raised his eyes to look at Roshuya, "What! You are but the widow's son! The widow has eight righteous sons, and you are only one of them. ”

Roshu also laughed inexplicably, and the laughter echoed in the empty felt bag, which made people panic when they listened to it.

Yang Qiaoyue frowned slightly, feeling that things didn't seem to be so simple, and Hu Luo's reaction made her feel a little strange.

The laughter stopped abruptly, and with disappointment and loss in his eyes, he took out a handkerchief from his arms and muttered in a low voice: "This is Abu who Grandma still misses before she dies!" ”

The handkerchief reads: The romance is matched with the Luan and the phoenix, and the wings will fly separately, and the colorful clouds are easy to disperse and the glass is brittle. There is no hairpin fold, the treasure mirror is lost, and the silver bottle pendant is plopped. The incense is cold, and the candle is dark. Breaking the intestines, drowning the tears quickly, and locking the sad brows with a smile. The sky is high, and the moon is flying black. Say goodbye for the time being, and be patient, so that you can rest. You know, I'm honest, and I'm afraid of the next year. After going, you must report the good news with the lantern, and listen to the neighing of horses for a long time.

The cold emotions of the King of Warat became excited, and he looked at the handkerchief in his hand in a daze, his voice trembled slightly, and he pretended to be calm: "You...... Where did the handkerchief come from! ”

Yu Luo Hu also sneered: "Do you care a lot? Then why have I never seen you come to Grandma for so many years, until the moment before she died, I still believed that I was sorry for the time being, and I would rather be patient, so that I could rest. You know, I'm honest, and I'm afraid of the next year. ”

"Awan is dead?" When King Warat heard this, his expression was lonely, and he immediately raised his head again, judging the two of them with the indifference just now, "Are you really Awan's son?" Is it the child of Ah Wan and the widow? ”

Zhu Luohu didn't say anything, and returned the handkerchief to King Wara, "Your things have been returned to you, from today onwards I am no longer the king's righteous son, and we no longer have any other relationship, my name is Xiao Huye, and I am Xiao Wan'er's son." ”

When King Warat heard the name in his memory, he looked at the red handkerchief in his hand, the handwriting on which he had written to a girl when he was a prince. They met, knew each other, and fell in love with each other, but later because of the civil strife in Warat, he had to return to the tribe to inherit the throne, and as the lord of the country, he could not marry a Northern Mongolian woman as the queen, so he had to give up and not go to the other party.

When he wanted to look for it, he was already gone, thinking that there would be no more news of her in his life, but he didn't expect her son to be by his side all the time.

King Warat's eyes moistened as he read the poem on it.

Yang Qiaoyue looked at the situation in front of her, and finally figured out what was going on, a bloody drama...... This Roshu is also the son of King Warat and Bai Yueguang when he was young, King Warat gave up Bai Yueguang for the throne, Bai Yueguang and his son have been waiting for him, knowing that she told Roshu Ye about it before she died, and asked him to find his father. After finding it, he didn't expect it to be the king of Warat, and he became the righteous son of the king of Warat by virtue of his ability.

This is not a bad thing for her, the current mood of the Warat King obviously does not bother to pay attention to her, and the identity of the Varat Huya is more important at once, and holding him hostage may really be a threat to the Warat King.

Although Yang Muyi couldn't be as clear as Yang Qiaoyue, he also knew that King Wara's attitude towards Hulu Huye had changed, and as long as he cared, the initiative was in their hands.

The sword in his hand did not relax, preventing them from having a deep father-son relationship, which was the only talisman.

"The king has shown us a touching father-son relationship, but if your guards get closer, this son of yours will be in danger." Yang Qiaoyue said lightly.

King Warat's attitude was completely different from just now, and he immediately shouted, "Give the widow a retreat!" ”

The guards immediately withdrew a certain distance, and the king of Warat said earnestly, "Do not harm him, this matter has nothing to do with him!" ”

Yang Muyi secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and said directly: "If you want us not to hurt him, it's okay, let's leave Wara!" ”

King Warat did not immediately agree, nor did he immediately refute, but hesitated. He knew that Yang Qiaoyue's return to Da Chu would definitely make Da Chu stronger, and in the end, it would definitely threaten the safety of Wara, if it was just a righteous son, he would definitely not hesitate to do it, but now that it was Xiao Wan'er's child, he couldn't make up his mind.

The national teacher, who had been quiet, said a few words in the ear of King Warat at this time, and King Warat immediately nodded, and then said to Yang Qiaoyue: "The widow promised to let you go, but the widow wanted to get the assurance of Da Chu that he would not do anything to Warat because of this matter." I need you to stay in Warat for a few more days. If not, then there is nothing the widow can do. ”

When Yang Qiaoyue heard this, this was obviously delaying time, she looked at the national teacher deeply, could it be that she had misjudged? He told him that the matter was just an accident, not to help them.

At the moment, there is no other way than the suggestion made by the king of Warat: "Okay,"

In the next few days, Xue Luohu also stayed in the felt bag where they were held, and Yang Qiaoyue and Yang Muyi took turns to rest in case anything went wrong.

Ever since he told him about his mother, he was in a very depressed mood.

Yang Qiaoyue looked at it, after all, he helped himself, and enlightened him from time to time, in fact, as the lord of Warat, King Warat can still achieve this point is already a high score. Especially compared with the Xuande Emperor of Da Chu, the latter is killing red eyes for imperial power.

After a few days of enlightenment, Zhu Luohu also recovered a lot of emotions and was willing to take the initiative to speak.

Seven days have passed since that day, and on this day, Yang Qiaoyue suddenly chatted casually: "Prince Yuros, why do you want to help us?" Is it just because we are your savior? ”

"Not exactly." He didn't hide it this time, explaining, "It's more about sabotaging his plan and going against him." I want to see him angry because of his failure, and I didn't think about telling my grandma about it. ”

Yang Qiaoyue believed it now, and she was secretly relieved in her heart, almost narcissistically thinking that it was because of her, she didn't want to leave inexplicable and wonderful admirers everywhere and cause a lot of love debts.

The felt bag quieted down, and a voice came from the guard outside the door: "Da Chu is here!" ”

Yang Qiaoyue and Yang Muyi immediately got up, and a trace of loneliness flashed in Xue Luohu's eyes, and it was time to separate.

Yang Muyi took the sword to "hijack" Hu Ye, the three of them walked out of the felt bag, a familiar figure stood in front of him, the man saw that Yang Qiaoyue was safe and sound, the worry in his eyes dissipated, and his evil spirit turned into endless tenderness, revealing a warm smile, which made people feel like a spring breeze, and the person who came was Chu Yechen.

Seeing you again after more than three months, Yang Qiaoyue had a sour nose inexplicably: "Why are you here!" ”

"Take you home!" Chu Yechen said softly.