Jun Buli went all the way to get back to the palace like a desperate rush, which frightened the guards of the imperial city into thinking that they were attacking the enemy, and all of them were on alert.

At this moment, the villain sat on the steps of the palace and looked at the bright moon: "Xiao Quanzi, why is my life so hard, I have to be a lonely family at a young age, I have a mother and no mother..."

Balabala, a bunch of complaints.

Xiao Quanzi rolled his eyes: "It's better for the slave to let people secretly dig a tunnel." ”

Jun Bu came to the spirit: "This method is wonderful. ”

Not long after, a tunnel was dug through, but by the time the two reached the end, the Great Demon King was already waiting there with Erlang's legs crossed.

No accident, you don't leave the small black house that has been locked up for half a month this time...

Do you think half a month will be over?

Wrong, since he came out, every day the court and the middle of the song folded into a mountain, and there were riots on the border from time to time, one after another.

In fact, it may be a small thing, but it has changed its flavor after it comes out of the mouth of the DPRK and China officials...

It is said that the east is going to destroy the country.

Jun Buli hated it so much, it must have been his father who did it.

I was oppressed by the Great Demon King every day in my life, can I bear it?

Of course I can't bear it.

The villain was thinking about how to bring down Jun Qing every day, thinking and thinking, and time inadvertently drifted away.

The years are like the fine sand in the palm, no matter how much you cherish it, it will still die out little by little, until the palm is empty.

After so many worlds, Jun Qing is particularly sensitive to the number sixty-six.

Because this year is the year when someone's life ends.

No matter how much she cherished her time, the day still came.

Dongfang Li sat on the couch, lying in Jun Qing's arms, and said in a hoarse voice: "Prime Minister, in fact, I have always wanted to ask you a question." ”

The man carefully hugged her, stretched out the broken hair around the other's ear, and looked gentle.

"Do you remember that year? That afternoon, in the pavilion of the Wenhua Palace, you were poisoned, in fact, it was me. Dongfang pulled the corner of his lips.

"The minister knows." Jun Qing hugged the person tighter again, buried his head in the other party's neck, and felt her temperature a little greedily.

"But unexpectedly, you didn't die." Dongfang Li continued in a hoarse voice: "No, maybe you are dead. ”

The old man turned his head, his fingertips touched the man's eyebrows, and he was extremely careful one by one: "The prime minister of the east was born to bring disaster to the country and the people, and his demeanor is outstanding, prime minister, is this really you?" ”

Dongfang Li looked straight at him, unprecedentedly focused.

Jun lightly pulled his lips down: "Your Majesty will know later." ”

The old man suddenly smiled, smiling and smiling, tears welling up in the corners of his eyes: "Prime Minister, I haven't had enough time with you..."

The words fell, sliding down little by little, and Dongfang Li finally closed his eyes.

A drop of crystal fell on Junqing's palm, warm and hot, but it was so hot that she couldn't breathe.

Looking down, Dongfang was still cocked from the corners of his mouth, with unwillingness...

Jun's heart is as if he has been gouged off, it hurts.

I don't know how long it took, the man dropped a kiss on his forehead, and then raised his head, his phoenix eyes were fine, as if there was a streamer slipping, he pulled the corners of his mouth, and his voice was like a thousand pounds: "Let's go." ”

Suddenly, the bamboo house was full of light, the space was distorted, and only two bodies were left nestled together, without life.

And a middle-aged emperor who was reviewing the folds in the imperial study fell on the table again, his breath was broken, and the palace people fell to their knees in fright.

Their emperor... It's up.

Ask the Sichuan continent, a piece of silver, all the people mourn, such as mourning.

Similarly, the fall of a generation of emperors has led to a resurgence of the mainland, and the competition between the heroes has begun...

And the reunification of the east is like a cluster of fireworks, sealed in the long river of history, and no one will remember the story here.