Marriage on behalf of the weeping blood cold concubine

Xuanyuan Qingtian looked at the man in black, the Seventh Prince Xuanyuan Yiyu, without blinking a glance. There was no doubt, only certainty, an affirmation that did not allow him to refute.

Not only from his whipping technique, but also from his dodging eyes, those familiar eyes, that familiar voice, and that familiar figure, he can be sure of any of them.

Xuanyuan Qingtian looked at Xuanyuan Yiyu who was avoiding his gaze, and calmly ordered.

"Come to me tonight and explain to me what happened this time."

He didn't care whether Xuanyuan Yiyu agreed or not, and he wasn't afraid that he wouldn't look for him tonight, so he waved to the guards to let him go, and those guards stepped aside immediately to make way for him.

Xuanyuan Yiyu looked deeply at Xuanyuan Qingtian, with deep pain in his eyes, but also a touch of determination, he gritted his teeth and said something in a cold voice, and flew away.

"I have no regrets about what I did today."

uh, what do you mean?Xuanyuan Qingtian raised his eyebrows, and a thought flashed through his eyes. It seems that he has neglected this seventh brother for a while, and he needs to have a good communication with him tonight. Thinking of this, Xuanyuan Qingtian frowned, with a serious expression on his face stand up.

"My lord, should we go to the other courtyard? This place is relatively close to the other courtyard, so it is convenient to take care of the princess."

One of the guards looked at Xuanyuan Qingtian and frowned at Duanmu Minya in his arms, thinking that the prince was worried about the princess, so he suggested.

"Well, leave one person waiting for Doctor Song."

Xuanyuan Qingtian nodded without objecting, and immediately carefully hugged Duanmu Minya and left with the guard, while another guard stayed behind to wait for Song Yichen.

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The night fell, and only a few stars flickered in the gray sky.

The slightly cold night wind was blowing, the branches and leaves were swaying, the shadows of the trees were whirling, and the shadows were faint. A body that melted into the night was looking up at the cold moonlight above with its hands behind its back, motionless.

The night wind blew the blue hair on the back of his shoulder, and the blue hair swayed like an elf in the night sky jumping.

Suddenly he turned around, looked coldly at the high wall, frowned and said coldly.

"Come down when you come, come and sit over there with us."

After finishing speaking, regardless of whether the person heard it or not, he walked slowly to the side, and there was a jug of wine and some side dishes on a stone table beside him, and one of the wine glasses was only half left, as if he had been drinking just now.

He sat down, took the flagon and filled the other empty glass, then filled his own.

He picked up the glass and drank the wine in one gulp.

Before he put down his glass, a figure in a dark blue robe sat down opposite him, and he picked up the glass of wine and drank it down without saying a word.

This figure was none other than the Seventh Prince Xuanyuan Yiyu, he took the jug from that person's hand and said in a deep voice.

"Brother Three Emperors let me come."

Who else is waiting for him besides Xuanyuan Qingtian.

"What happened today, do you want to explain why you assassinated your wife of the Third Emperor?"

"Brother Sanhuang, even if you want to kill me, I will still kill Sister-in-law Sanhuang."

"why?"

Xuanyuan Qingtian's voice became colder and colder, and the deep cold on his face was even colder than the previous year's cold ice.