If it weren't for his unscrupulous concern for Xiao Jian, caring for him, and caring for him, there would not be such a moment.

He didn't want him to die, but if he had to die, that person must be him.

"Father, please let Xiao Jian go, father, sons, please, please." Murong Yulin begged the emperor loudly in grief.

"Prince, don't be like this, don't be like this, you don't want to be like this." It's not that men don't flick when they have tears, it's just that they haven't reached the sad place!

The two men in the imperial study wept bitterly, grief and grief.

If you can't be together in love, the heartache is better than the physical pain.

Murong Chong couldn't listen to Murong Yulin's cry like this: "Come on, press Xiao Jian to death row, and behead him on a cloudy day." ”

This thing has to be like this, and it can be like this, because only in this way can it be considered a perfect ending.

The guards heard the emperor's shout outside and immediately stepped forward to grab Xiao Jian, but Xiao Jian did not resist, and walked towards the door with them.

It's just that the reluctant eyes slowly wandered away from Murong Yulin's body, and then left completely.

Murong Yulin wanted to catch up, but was vigorously stopped by Mo Lin.

And now the only thing he can do is to ask for his father's tolerance and forbearance: "Father, if you want to go to Xiao Jian's life, it is better to take the life of your son!" ”

After saying this, Murong Yulin shook off Mo Lin, turned around and left the imperial study sadly.

Father, if you want to go to Xiao Jian's life, then even the life of your son will go too!

Murong Chong was afraid that if he did something stupid, he sent someone to send the prince back to his house, keeping an eye on the prince at all times, and couldn't let him have any mistakes.

Murong Chong really had a headache, Xiao Jian had to die, what he hoped for now, Yu Lin could forget about Xiao Jian after a while, and start from the heart.

But he didn't want to think about when he had put Shen Yingluo into the cold palace fifteen years ago.

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Murong Xing has been busy detoxifying Wen Yaxuan for the past two days, today is the last step of acupuncture, every time he detoxifies him, Leng Lingfeng will always appear in time, and today is no exception.

"Cousin Xuan, sit on the couch first." Murong Xing completely ignored that there was still someone in the room, took Wen Yaxuan's pulse, looked at his complexion, and asked him to stick out his tongue, well, it's not bad.

"Okay." Through getting along with her in the past two days, Wen Yaxuan likes this masked cousin more and more.

"Cousin Xuan, today is the last acupuncture for you, and after that, your poison has been completely resolved." Murong Xing said and took out a pack of fine needles from his arms, which was made last time when she detoxified the Queen Mother, and she felt that the material was particularly good, so she stayed by her side.

"Okay." For everything she said, Wen Yaxuan said yes.

Murong Xing glanced at the person who had been sitting on that side, and really just glanced at it, and then looked at the little boy on the side.

The boy had already lit the candle as she had commanded.

"Cousin Xuan, take off your shirt, I'm going to give the needle." Murong Xing lowered his head and tinkered with the fine needle, and said lightly.

Her faint remark can be described as dropping a bombshell.

Wen Yaxuan was stunned, Xiao Tong's hand trembled, the candle oil dripped on the back of his hand, and Leng Lingfeng on the side was smashing and killing.

Striding up to her, "You." Leng Lingfeng really wanted to find a place to strangle this woman, she really had no scruples and dared to say anything.

Murong Xing blinked his small eyes, looked at the purple-clothed man beside him, stretched out his head to look at Wen Yaxuan and Xiao Tong again, and recalled what he had just said.