Tyrant, he wants to spoil me

Chapter 626 May the next life not be born in the emperor's house
Su Jiu raised his small face, and his tone was almost pleading, "Xiao Tingchen, you have so many elites, as long as you give an order casually, the prince will survive..."

The man always smiled, "Yes."

"then you--"

"But I just won't save him." Xiao Tingchen took a sip of wine slowly, "After all, he is Queen Zhao's man, and saving him is of no benefit to me. It's better to let the position of prince be vacant and let other princes compete for this position. When they both lose, it is also the time for me to reap the benefits of the fisherman."

Su Jiu looked at him quietly.

The man's peach blossom eyes were dark and gloomy.

Like a bottomless abyss.

She didn't laugh and apologize when she pulled his ear, and she didn't have the gentleness and amiability when she was fighting.

He is like this mountain rain, cold and dark, ambitiously painting everything with his color, declaring the power and power he holds.

She knew this was what he really was.

Although she knew it, she was still afraid of Xiao Tingchen like this.

Hundreds of hidden guards stood silently and solemnly in the rain, like cold stones, unable to make a sound.

All Su Jiu could hear was the faint sound of fighting coming from the camp in the distance, and the sound of rain all over the sky.

Cold and empty, just like her mood at this time.

Still holding on to a glimmer of hope, she tentatively asked, "What exactly do you need to save the prince?"

Xiao Tingchen drank the last sip of wine.

He squinted his peach blossom eyes, and his tone was rare cold and wild, "I won't save him for the last time. Su Xiaojiu, do you know that political affairs are not allowed in the backyard? I can spoil you and love you, but I will never let you interfere with me Layout."

The finely engraved silver wine cup was crushed and thrown away by him indifferently.

Su Jiu felt that the man in front of him was extremely strange.

The little face covered with rain gradually paled.

She wanted to say something more, when a secret guard on guard appeared quietly and whispered in Xiao Tingchen's ear.

Xiao Tingchen handed Su Jiu to the guards, and got on his horse expressionlessly.

Su Jiu wanted to chase after him, but was stopped by the guards.

She stared blankly at the man in the rain.

He was wearing thin armor, and the bean-sized raindrops hit him, making a metallic sound, cold and heartless.

His handsome and fair face looked extraordinarily cold and gloomy in his bewilderment, and ambition was faintly visible in his dark eyes.

And this ambition scared her.

Holding the reins, he glanced at Su Jiu for the last time, and galloped down the mountain with his hidden guards.

Su Jiu could do nothing but watch him leave.

It wasn't until all the hidden guards disappeared from sight that the guard guarding her said in a low voice: "Princess, the master has an explanation, and you are not allowed to go down the mountain to meddle until the matter is settled."

"I know... the backyard is not allowed to interfere in politics..."

Su Jiu wiped the rain from his face, his smile was pale and sarcastic.

At this time, the camp.

The dead men trained by Su Runmo gradually approached the Dragon Tent.

The guards of the East Palace were already dead. Yuan Xu was standing unkempt outside the dragon tent with blood on his armor and a long knife in his hand.

His armor was torn, and wounds could be seen all over his body.

In the past, he was most afraid of pain, even bleeding a drop of blood would be so painful that he would cry for his father and mother.

But now...

Like a real man, he brandished a long knife at those masked dead men, and smiled recklessly:
"Come on, you fucking come! I'm not afraid of you! I'm the prince, Daqi's prince! Everyone says I'm stupid and cowardly, but I want to prove myself! Hahahahaha..."

He threw away the elegant and gentle shell of the past, and laughed like crazy, like a beast breaking free from its shackles.

The dead soldiers stood where they were.

They stared at Yuan Xu blankly.

Yuan Xu still laughed and shouted in the pouring rain:
"Come on, come and kill me! Why didn't you move? Are you afraid?! Hahaha father, come out and see, everyone is dead. It's me, Yuan Xu, who is delaying you! The son you looked down on the most in the past, Yuan Xu! Hahahahaha! Queen Mother, I know that I am not as good as my younger brother in your eyes, but come out and see, the one who takes the lead tonight is me, Yuan Xu ! My name is Yuan Xu, the prince of Daqi has a name and surname, my name is Yuan Xu, Yuan Xu, Yuan Xu!!!”

He growled with all his might.

The leader of the dead soldiers raised his hand, "Fire the arrow!"

Countless feathered arrows roared out, piercing through his body!

But he stood outside the dragon tent and didn't take half a step back!

Thousands of arrows pierced the heart.

Blood slipped from the corner of his mouth, and he smiled unkemptly, his face was covered with water, but he didn't know whether it was rain or tears.

Finally, he finally couldn't support this broken body and fell to the ground with a bang.

All I could see was the yellow tent in the distance.

That's his tent.

He saw Zhao Wuyang lift the curtain, dressed in a red dress, and got on his horse neatly.

She didn't even give him a look, and galloped straight in the direction of Chang'an.

He watched quietly.

Even if the rain blurs the vision, even if the little girl in red disappears completely in the woods,

He couldn't bear to close his eyes either.

——Yangyang, why are you so cruel?

——Can’t you just like me?

—No one in the world loves me...no one.

——May I not be born in the emperor's house in the next life.

The man smiled bitterly, his pupils gradually dilated.

The leader of the dead men blew a whistle and was about to attack the Dragon Tent when Xiao Tingchen's hidden guards roared in!

The faces of the dead soldiers changed slightly, and they hurriedly met the enemy.

It's a pity that they had fought a battle before, and their physical strength was exhausted. In addition, Xiao Tingchen's hidden guards were all selected elites, so within a short time, two hundred dead soldiers fell under their horses. !

Several dead soldiers broke into the dragon tent, Xiao Tingchen followed closely, but killed them on the spot with just two moves!

The emperor suffered some injuries, his expression was in a trance, he held Xiao Tingchen's hand tightly, and was speechless for a while.

Xiao Tingchen frowned, "Your Majesty?"

The emperor said softly: "Xu'er, he..."

"It's too late for me to save you, His Royal Highness has... been pierced by an assassin's arrows."

The emperor's body trembled, as if he couldn't believe it, he endured the pain and walked out of the tent quickly, only to see his eldest son lying in a pool of blood.

Until death, I never closed my eyes.

The middle-aged emperor, who was fond of militarism, suddenly sobbed.

He lay on Yuan Xu's body, tears rolling down quietly.

Although it was born by Zhao Xihua,

But in the end,
It's his son!

Xiao Tingchen stood behind him with an indifferent face.

……

A secret tent outside the hunting grounds.

Compared with the bloody storm over the dragon tent, Queen Zhao's tent was quite peaceful.

Su Runmo sat on the futon and cooked tea slowly.

The fragrance of tea is overflowing, covering up the original incense, and it seems that the years are quiet and good.

When the tea finally boiled, he rolled up his sleeves and carried the pot with an elegant gesture, "Would you like to have a cup of it, Empress? The good Qingming tea that I brought from Beiliang has a special flavor."

Empress Zhao was expressionless.

Su Runmo turned to Wu Song again with a smile, "Master Wu, would you like a cup?"

(End of this chapter)