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

Prince?Long live?

Shouldn't the prince be called a thousand years old?How can you call Long live?

Who is this person?

With doubts in his heart, Su Yueming narrowed his eyes slightly and looked in the direction of people cheering——

In the distance, there was a lot of sand and dust, and the whistling of smoke filled the sky, and she couldn't see people clearly, but she could hear the sound of the galloping horse, and she could also hear an evil, charming and arrogant voice approaching from far away——

"drive!"

Her heart tightened, and she firmly grasped the Tie Liao in her hand.

It's getting closer, it's getting closer, amidst the dust flying all over the sky, a man in purple clothes galloping on top of a steed suddenly descends like a god——

He clamped the horse's belly with his legs, his handsome face was expressionless, and he exuded an extremely arrogant aura, even the many soldiers who followed closely behind him were full of arrogance!

"Shut up!"

He pulled the rein tightly with both hands, and the horse stopped after turning around in place. His indifferent eyes narrowed slightly, exuding a compelling coldness at any time.

And beside him was Ying Lie, but Leng Ru didn't see him.

"Long live the prince, long live, long live!"

Everyone knelt down in front of his horse, shouting long live three times!

He is the great king of the Northern Courtyard, whose prestige and power are far higher than the little emperor of the Great Qin, and the people who support him are long live, this is already well known in the Great Qin.

He didn't seem to take this title to heart, and slowly looked around in front of him with cold eyes, and finally, his eyes fell on Su Yueming who was tied to a stake not far away.

She finally woke up?

His eyes were cold and without any emotion, like a thousand-year-old ice cellar, if she fell into this ice cellar, she would surely die.

Su Yueming was a little tired, but still held on, looking back at the past——

He leaped with long legs, jumped off the horse, and walked towards her with slightly narrowed eyes.

The cheers stopped, and everyone's eyes followed Murong Canghai's figure, moving towards Su Yueming bit by bit.

He walked up to her all the way, looked down at her who was squatting on the ground, and glanced lightly over her face.

In the end, he didn't say anything, a mocking smile curled up on the corner of his cold and charming lips, then he turned and left.

His figure walked into the tent in front of her, and only then did she realize that she was completely drenched, she breathed a sigh of relief, and leaned feebly on the wooden stake.

The meal was in front of her, and she was so hungry!

You can't die, you have to live, you have to go back alive!A strong voice shouted from the bottom of his heart, Su Yueming suddenly sat up and picked up the bowl in front of him.

There were no chopsticks or spoons, so she held the bowl in one hand, and grabbed the food in the bowl with the other, stuffing them into her mouth one by one, regardless of how embarrassing she was.

The food of Daqin is different from the meticulous preparation used by Dazhou. The food is made in a rough way. When you see the fresh beef, you can still see the bloodshot.

While enduring the feeling of nausea, she swallowed the food fiercely and forcefully into her stomach.

At this time, a gust of cold wind blew, she shivered coldly, looked down, only to find that the thick and luxurious brocade clothes on her body had disappeared, and now she was wearing a dusty gray ragged thin shirt, It can't even keep out the cold.

She killed him, he must hate her so much, he will find a way to torture her, she still has an extremely cruel battle to fight!