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

Seeing the look in Su Yueming's eyes, he smiled bitterly, and said, "Didn't expect that people from our Zuoxiang's mansion would come together with the Seventh Prince and you, and I didn't expect either."

Immediately, she was filled with emotions, fate was like a rope, unexpectedly binding people who were originally their own masters, even enemies, together.

Immediately, she was filled with emotions, fate was like a rope, unexpectedly binding people who were originally their own masters, even enemies, together.

She stepped into the room, and the door was closed.

"Moon!"

After walking into the middle of the room, she heard a familiar voice, and she looked up——

I saw that Xuanyuan Qilin was standing there with a smile on his face, this smile was still graceful and graceful, the eyebrows that reached into the temples, and the thin lips that were ruthlessly pressed, were still the same.

It's just that the luxurious robe on his body was replaced by an unremarkable coarse cloth, and the cloth shoes on his feet were nothing more than ordinary.

This, but the majestic Seventh Prince of the past, he is the emperor's son, he is invincible, handsome and unrestrained, with a famous name, he has fascinated countless women in the capital.

But now, he has lost his country, title, and everything, even worse than an ordinary commoner.

Ordinary people still have a place to live, but he can only live a life of fleeing and dying. It is impossible to imagine how much suffering he endured and how much bitterness he swallowed on the way to find her.

Su Yueming also showed a smile on his face, and called out, "Seventh Prince." As he spoke, his eyes were filled with mist, and his voice was a little choked up.

Xuanyuan Qilin walked up to her step by step, his eyes locked on him——

"I thought I would never see you again. Now you are standing in front of me. It's so nice." He was the same, his voice couldn't help choking, his eyes were red, the corners of his mouth were trembling faintly, and he held his hands tightly with.

Listening to such flowers, the tears could no longer be stopped, and the teardrops slid down the face.

Xuanyuan Qilin couldn't restrain himself anymore, he stepped forward quickly, hugged Su Yueming into his arms, and hugged him tightly, he murmured——

"Murong Canghai is so ruthless, I thought I would die, but I told myself, I must live to see you again, I must live to see you again."

"Seventh Prince..." Su Yueming raised his hand, patted him on the back affectionately, and said softly, "I'm sorry for you."

After the national disaster, the two embraced each other, and Su Yueming felt very touched in his heart.

"My lord, the time for anesthetics is limited, please hurry up and tell the princess about our plan." Song Siyuan's low voice came from outside the door, and he was guarding the door vigilantly.

Xuanyuan Qilin came back from his grief, and asked Su Yueming to sit on the chair beside him.

"What are you going to do when you come to Daqin?" Su Yueming asked.

Xuanyuan Qilin showed a look of deep grief on his face, and he said——

"You can't imagine how cruel Murong Canghai was to the Great Zhou Dynasty! After the capital was captured, all the strong men were arrested and killed one by one, leaving no one behind. The smelly blood stained the whole city. In the capital, the cries of women, children, old and weak resounded in the sky all day and all night, and the whole capital was bloody and dark; what happened in the palace was even more terrifying, it was washed by blood for three days and three nights! All the concubines, guards, maids and guards were all killed. Killed, the corpses piled up into mountains! Father watched the disaster happen but could do nothing, he was imprisoned, in the end, except for me, no prince could survive the disaster, the dead died, the one who was sent was sent, the one who was detained was Confinement, no one has a good result."