A war sparked in November, dragged on for a month, and finally ended in December.

The former philosopher Wang Ran was ordered to be beheaded for public display, and his bleak face, which could not be seen as elegant in the past, became more distorted under the hatred of the people, and after accepting many rotten eggs and old cabbage, he finally took the head to the ground as the end of his life.

The folk even made up this story very expressively, and Lord Mo is simply a god-like character. At the end of this story, Princess Mo's misunderstanding seems to have been resolved, and she didn't lose any children, let alone assassinate the prince, but became the most worthy woman for the prince. The myth of the two has been sung from generation to generation and passed down through the ages.

And no matter how the story changes, there doesn't seem to be any mention of a petite woman.

Chenyue.

The news of this quelling fire has not yet reached Yidu, and the first thing that surprised people is that Prince Mo and Princess Mo have arrived in Yidu.

He Yan sat in the carriage and bit his fingers: "Will there be no ......problem for Chenyue to stay in the twist?"

Ran Xiyan smiled, "No, Hao Feng is watching." ”

He Yan raised his eyebrows and sighed.

She lifted the curtain, and a high mountain came into her view, and on the high mountain sat a crystal palace, looming in the mist.

Ran Xiyan helped He Yan get out of the car, and He Yan found that Ran Youmi, the Last Promise, Yan Yiyun and Lin Xuancheng had already stood up, and Ran Youmi's eyes were much darker, and the color of his eyes was a little heavier than ink.

Yan Yiyun's lazy temperament leaned on Lin Xuancheng's ear and said a few words lightly, Lin Xuancheng looked up at the crystal palace, and the expression on his face instantly became solemn.

He Yan took a deep breath and looked at Yan Yiyun, "So many people go in, no problem?"

Yan Yiyun glanced at He Yan's stomach, and there was a clear love in his narrow eyes, "It should be fine." ”

Ran Youmiao's hand holding the glass bottle tightened a lot.

- Do you remember the usefulness of the glass bottle?

- Perhaps, it's to save something.

He Yan swore that she knew that the glass bottle could preserve things, but she never thought it could be so mysterious.

"The bereaved beauty...... Are you sure...... Are you still there?" He Yan asked cautiously, and glanced at the glass bottle after speaking.

"Hmm. The promise was impatient, and she had asked no less than ten times.

Yan Yiyun leaned against the cold jade wall, his expression was not as uninhibited as before, but instead heavy and indifferent, "Even so, that won't change anything." Testament, you are a monster you know best, what are the consequences of doing this!" paused, his expression vague, "Besides, no matter what, I won't agree." ”

Compared with everyone's expressions, Ran Yu Yu seemed much quieter.

Ran Youmao took the glass bottle and looked at it carefully, for a long time, slowly raised his head, looked at Shangyan Yiyun's angry eyes, and asked unhurriedly: "What about giving her my life?"

Yan Yiyun was stunned for a moment, and then became crazy, "It's unreasonable!

"Yes. Ran Youmi's expression was unusually flat, "I naturally know." ”

He Yan pursed his lips and was held in his arms by Ran Xiyan, not knowing what it tasted like.

If she was so quiet, how could she say such a thing as giving half of her life to Zhu Xiqin so plainly. This means that he will be in the right place to live, but he will die at the age of forty......

He Yan couldn't stand Ran Youmi's look of "She doesn't love me but I love her very much", he held back, didn't hold back, and felt that he still had to say it in the end, and when everyone was silent, he stood up weakly and said, "Actually, ......"

"She loves you. He Yan was a little awkward when she said this, but when she saw Ran Youmiao's shocked expression, her awkwardness disappeared.

explained the matter related to blood, He Yan looked at the people who were either cold or stunned, and the word "dog blood" was written on their faces.