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

"Girl!" Xuanyuan Qilin, who was one step late, saw Su Yueming collapsed on the ground, like a dead leaf dropped by a strong wind, his heart suddenly suffocated, and the horse under his crotch was also frightened by the scene in front of him. , stood motionless in place.

"... Yueming."

The prince's eyes blinked feebly, and he looked at the scene ahead in disbelief, his heart trembling.

"Your Majesty, the humble minister should be damned. She actually taught such a traitorous traitor that endangered the court. Today, the humble minister personally killed her to show her loyalty!" Su Buqing jumped off the horse, knelt down in front of the prince, and bowed her head.

Holding the long sword in his hand, the prince suddenly turned his head, the cold and terrifying eyes startled Su Buqing, and he immediately lowered his head guiltily.

"Shua!" Xuanyuan Qilin pulled out the sword at his waist abruptly, and the point of the sword reached Su Buqing's throat band, and he wanted to finish this vile and shameless old thing with one blow!

"Seven Princes!" Seeing this, Yu Li immediately drew out his sword and slashed at Xuanyuan Qilin's saber, the sword immediately missed, cutting off a piece of hair on Su Buqing's head.

The black silk fell on his body, Su Buqing's face was livid with fright, and he collapsed on the ground. He almost became the soul of the Seventh Prince's sword.

"My lord, absolutely not! If you kill Prime Minister Rong, Concubine Rong will..." Yu Li pressed Xuanyuan Qilin's hand, comforting her in a low voice.

Xuanyuan Qilin's hand holding the long sword was visibly trembling.

The dust and smoke cleared in front of his eyes, Su Yueming had disappeared, Murong Canghai and his guards also disappeared.

"Your Highness, you have been seriously injured, please go back to the imperial physician...Your Highness! Don't!" Before Feng Po finished speaking, he saw the prince kneeling on one knee, holding the ground with his sword, and with one force, he flew away mount.

"Drive!" He raised his whip high, and with all his might, lashed hard on the horse's back, and the steed galloped towards the direction where Su Yueming disappeared.

The blood sprayed from his shoulders scattered in the air, dripping down on the loess, and the white robe was gradually dyed red. It was a shocking scene.

"Quick, protect Your Highness!" Feng Po immediately flew on his horse, and chased after the prince with the rest of the guards in the direction where the prince left.

Above the galloping horse, the blood-stained robe fluttered high.

The sky in the distance is getting more and more gloomy, as if it is about to collapse, and the dark clouds are thick and depressing, making it hard to breathe.

The prince's gaze was like a torch, his face was condensed, his thin lips were tightly pursed, and the flame in his heart was burning fiercely.

"Yueming!" He called out the name softly and vigorously.

This name has been imprinted in the deepest part of his heart unconsciously.

In the place where the years are the most distant, it exudes a light that never retreats.

I don't know how far I have chased, but the steed under me is already foaming at the mouth tiredly, its legs and feet are weak, and its speed has gradually slowed down.

But he never saw Su Yueming's figure again, as if she suddenly disappeared out of thin air, she disappeared into his world.

His heart slowly sank to the bottom, and the expression of grief and indignation overflowed from his face.

The whole world seemed to echo the grief in his heart.

At this time, a torrential downpour came suddenly, and the whole world was shrouded in rain.

There was a mist between the sky and the earth, and I couldn't see anything.

On the tower not far away, a pair of vicious eyes looked at the man in white robe who still kept running in the rainstorm, a cold smile appeared on the corner of his lips, and said——