The Playful Queen: The Evil King's Favorite

Chapter 263 Lu Binghua

"Tattoo~"

The hooves of the horses kept pounding, Bei Ming Shaoxiao's shoulders were numb from the pain, and the shoulders of his snow-white clothes were stained red.

She was flustered in her heart, and she didn't know why, so she felt that she had to go find that girl quickly.

There is a shortcut from Luan City to Liangchuan City, but the way up is not smooth.

It was originally a wound that had been opened, but now it was bumped up and down and bled even more.

I don't know how long it took to come here, Bei Ming smiled and climbed over a big mountain, and saw a group of poisonous sects in Liangchuan City from a distance.

"Crack!" Beiming Shaoxiao jumped off the horse lightly, tapped his acupoints, clouded up like a ghost, and flew away in a flash, grabbing one of the little bosses by the neck.

"who?"

Those people were startled, drew their swords and smiled slightly at Bei Ming.

"Say, where is the head of the Poison Sect?"

The leader looked in horror at the Fenming folding fan held by Beiming Shaoxiao.

"me……"

"Shua!" Bei Ming Shao smiled and threw the folding fan, turned like a boomerang by internal force, sealing his throat and surrounding everyone around him.

Beiming Shaoxiao closed his fan and said coldly, "Can we talk now?"

"Yes, behind that mountain." The leader pointed to a high mountain in the distance.

Beiming Shaoxiao moved his hand, and the man's neck "clicked!" and disappeared.

"Xiao Xi, wait for me." Bei Ming smiled and looked at the high mountain, but he never thought that the Poison Sect was on the side of Liangchuan City, not far from the Demon Sect.

Beiming Shaoxiao returned to the horseback and raised his whip: "Drive!"

A moment later, when she had arrived at the gate of the Poison Sect, corpses were strewn across the entire teaching village.

Those who died were all from the Poison Sect, but the people holding knives at the door were from the Bloodthirsty Pavilion. When they saw Beiming Shaoxiao, they wanted to do something, but they were scolded: "Stop it."

Immediately, Xuan Qi came out from the inside, and cupped his hands towards Bei Ming with a small smile: "Your Majesty."

"Bloodthirsty Pavilion...Murong Jinxian?" Bei Ming Shaoxiao suddenly understood, but he was not in the mood to care about it at the moment, "Where is Xiao Xi?"

Xuan Qi's face changed slightly, he moved his lips but didn't say a word.

Bei Mingshao laughed anxiously, got off the horse, and ran inside desperately.

In front of a high-rise building, she saw Murong Jinxian standing in the corridor on the second floor with his hands behind his back, his eyebrows were tightly furrowed, and when Bei Mingshao smiled in his amber eyes, there was a flash of panic.

"Smile."

Seeing Murong Jinxian's expression like this, Beiming Shaoxiao's uneasiness became even worse, and he quickly ran upstairs.

"Where's my sister?"

When Murong Jinxian saw her blood-stained shoulders in white clothes, she was startled: "Smile, your wound..."

"Where's my sister!" Beiming Shaoxiao pushed Murong Jinxian away, pushed the door, and his heart was hit hard.

The curtains were in a mess, Beiming Xiaoxi was lying on the empty wooden couch with torn clothes, and there were two corpses under the couch.

When Beiming saw it with a small smile, his eye sockets became hot, and tears "splashed!" and stayed there.

"Xiao Xi!" Beiming wiped away his tears with a small smile, walked inside with heavy steps, and sat down in front of the wooden couch.

Beiming Xiaoxi rolled her empty and godless eyes, and when she saw Beiming Shao smiling, tears rolled down her eyes, and she shouted hoarsely, "Sister Huang..."

"Xiaoxi, my sister is late, I'm sorry! I'm sorry..." Beiming Shaoxiao took off his clothes and wrapped them up for her, hugging her in his arms and crying.

"Sister Huang, I miss home so much..."

Beiming Shao smiled sadly, hugged her tightly, and murmured: "Sister will take you home, sister will take you home, let's go home right away, okay?"

Beiming Xiaoxi's hollow eyes were filled with a hint of grayness, and she said mistyly: "But... Zhugeqing is dead, and I have no home."

"噗... No, you still have a sister, and your sister is your home." Bei Ming repeated with a choked smile.

Beiming Xiaoxi's face was as pale as snow, with a slight smile: "Sister Huang, I miss the Empress. When I was young, you told me that my mother means the Empress. Also, sang a song for me, you Sing, sing to me, okay..."

"Okay, listen to my sister's singing." Beiming Shaoxiao stretched out his hand to gather his inner strength, hugged Beiming Xiaoxi, and walked out slowly step by step.

Beiming Xiaoxi leaned against her arms, her face was pale and her heart was dying.

"The stars in the sky don't speak, the dolls on the ground miss their mothers, mother's words resound every night, mother's heart, Lu Binghua..."

Murong Jinxian frowned tightly, seeing Beiming smirking like this, he felt very uncomfortable.

This sad song of hers, the people in the bloodthirsty pavilion who sang it felt a little touched...

The more she sang, the more she sang, the tears blurred her eyes, she hugged her tightly, and continued to sing in a sad tone: "The tea garden in my hometown is full of flowers, and my mother's heart is in the sky. Every night when I think of my mother's words, the sparkling tears of Lu Binghua... ..."

Beiming Xiaoxi pursed her lips into a slight smile, slowly closed her eyes, and dropped her hands suddenly.

Beiming shaoxiao couldn't feel Beiming Xiaoxi's breathing with internal strength, the hand holding her was tight again, tears welled up like a spring, he bit his lips tightly to prevent himself from crying.

Beiming Shaoxiao stood in front of the horse, looked down at the person in his arms and lowered his head to kiss her forehead. With a choked voice, he said tremblingly: "Xiaoxi, Sister Huang will take you home."

Murong Jinxian clenched his fist, but he didn't know how to comfort him, so he stopped talking: "Xiaoer..."

Beiming Shaoxiao turned over and put Beiming Xiaoxi in front of him, "Drive!" He galloped away.

Watching Beiming Shaoxiao leave.

Murong Jinxian's amber eyes turned cold, and her red lips parted slightly: "Burn."

"Yes."

……

The imperial capital, Zhenglongmen.

Xue Mei and a group of guards patrolled the door

Seeing Beiming Shaoxiao riding a horse from a distance, his expression was very bad, and Beiming Xiaoxi was still lying in his arms.

"See the emperor, long live my emperor, long live!"

Everyone knelt down to worship.

Beiming got off the horse with a smile, and carried Beiming Xiaoxi off the horse with a blank expression, and walked inside.

Beiming shaoxiao held back his tears, and forced a smile to the person in his arms: "Xiaoxi, we're going home..."

Everyone was stunned, but felt that something was wrong.

Xue Mei raised her head worriedly, looked at Beiming Xiaoxi and then looked at Beiming with a little smile, and said, "Your Majesty, what's wrong with Prince Xiaoxi?"

"She..." Beiming smiled slightly, "She just fell asleep."

Xue Mei didn't take it seriously, there was no one who fell asleep without blood, and her clothes were disheveled. Although she knew it in her heart, she didn't say much, got up and followed Beiming Shaoxiao behind.

"Hoo hoo..." Xu Xu's cold wind fluttered.

The white catkins fluttered and fell, carrying a cold wind and frost.

Xue Mei looked up at the sky and muttered, "Is it snowing?"

Beiming Shaoxiao stopped in his footsteps, his moon-like pupils were full of sadness and heartache, silently watching the snow falling out of the sky full of nonsense...

In a trance, some delicate voices echoed in his ears.

"Second Sister, why did Second Sister come here! Xi'er's legs hurt even from standing."

"Haha, leg hurts? Who told you girl to wait for me at the gate."

(End of this chapter)