The prostitute is fierce: the vicious queen does not accept joy

The two of them—

One is windy and handsome, the other is arrogant and frivolous;

One is independent from the world, and the other is full of arrogance.

"Your Highness..." Su Yueming looked at Xuanyuan Qihuang. What he gave up so easily was the treasure map that Xuanyuan Qiche, a bitch, dreamed of. He did not hesitate to encourage Su Buqing to let her seduce Murong Canghai with sex, and tried everything he could to get it. .

For the Great Zhou Dynasty with internal and external troubles, as a prince, he would not know how important it is to have this treasure.

But he...

But gave up.

Xuanyuan Qihuang's gaze overcame many obstacles and landed on Su Yueming——

Su Yueming also looked at him. He was dressed in white clothes that were as snowy as snow, and his tall body was tall and tall. His magnificent figure revealed a lifelong charm. When the wind blew, his white clothes fluttered in the evening wind.

Even at the moment when the sword is on the verge of breaking out, he still looks at her with an elegant smile,

That smile seemed to have forgotten everything around him, just like in his east palace, his study, staring at each other as if no one else was there.

Murong Canghai's hands hidden in his sleeves trembled slightly.

He had never seen such a look in this woman's eyes——

Touching, tender, loving.

All she gave him was indifference, and——

betray!

It was the first time that he put his heart into a woman, but she turned a deaf ear to her and broke his heart completely.

"Give it to you, man, give it to me." Xuanyuan Qihuang said to Murong Canghai.

"Kill." However, he only answered Xuanyuan Qihuang with this one word.

The killing word seemed to come from the bottom of hell, cold and gloomy, like the messenger of death officially pronouncing a person's doomsday.

Murong Canghai made a strong hand, Su Yueming only felt that Xuanyuan Qihuang in front of him disappeared, and Murong Canghai fell onto the horse with her.

"Today, let you watch how your most beloved man dies in my arms." His voice was piercingly cold and heartless.

"Kill!" Xuanyuan Qihuang raised the flag in his hand high, and the yellow flag fluttered in the wind, making a rustling sound.

The two armies fought, and for a while, the sky was gloomy, with black clouds and dust.

In the shadow of swords and swords, the sound of fighting and beating drums is deafening.

The soldiers fell one by one, and the corpses piled up one after another. The air was filled with a strong smell of blood, which made people sick.

Su Yueming clenched her fists, watching Xuanyuan Qihuang lead the soldiers to fight bloody battles!His white robe fluttered in the wind, unknowingly stained with blood, blooming like red plum blossoms in winter.

And Murong Canghai hugged her and stood on top of the steed, his face was expressionless from beginning to end, his arrogant and cold eyes were so indifferent to the bloody scene in front of him that he was almost numb.

"Ah!" There was only a hiss, and a big Zhou soldier threw himself at Murong Canghai with a sharp sword in his hand.

Murong Canghai's eyes flashed, and there was a murderous look——

"what!"

Su Yueming barely saw how he drew the saber, and the shouting Da Zhou soldiers fell at their feet.

The tip of his knife dripped blood, drop by drop, falling to the ground.

Gradually, Da Zhou's momentum gradually weakened, a gap was opened, and the rest began to disintegrate like a flood bursting a bank.

No matter how good the crown prince Xuanyuan Qihuang's skills and strategies are, Da Zhou has long been like a rotten heart, and he can't resist Murong Canghai's elite teacher who spent ten years training with his own hands.