My husband is the future emperor

Gu Qingcheng is delicate and tender. Junzi Lin has been reluctant to hurt her. Murong Xizhou even stirred the arrow in her body?

damn.

Damn it.

I love her.

The gentleman Lin took a deep look at Gu Qingcheng, protected Gu Qingcheng behind him, bent down to pick up the short knife on the ground, and approached Murong Xizhou step by step with a devil like pace.

His murderous spirit appeared everywhere, and the short knife in his hand was raised high and ready to go.

The people around me dare not say a word when they are oppressed by this deadly murderous spirit, for fear that they will annoy your highness and bring disaster to themselves.

Those who can always follow Junzi Lin are Junzi Lin's personal guards, who have witnessed Junzi Lin's growth.

For so many years, your Highness has never deliberately revealed his murderous spirit.

Because his murderous spirit was killed from the dead. Once released, in addition to making people feel terrible, it means death is coming.

Your highness is really angry today.

To kill Murong Xizhou.

Murong Xizhou was kicked in the head by a donkey. He knows that his highness really cares about the princess. Is he too old to break ground on his head?

Seeing this, Chu Yan hurriedly reminded the gentleman Lin by means of internal power transmission: "Your Highness, Prime Minister Murong is not an ordinary person. You can't kill him. If you kill him, we can't stay in the Daxia state so safely. Your majesty won't let it pass easily."

After a pause, he added: "we haven't found lady Xia Ji's body yet. We must continue to stay here as the Royal South King."

The murderous spirit of Junzi Lin did not converge.

Afraid that his highness couldn't hear this, he really killed people in a rage, and Chu Yan moved the queen out again. "Your Highness, even if you don't think about yourself, you should think about the Queen's mother? The Queen's mother has been waiting for you to save her from the cold palace. She has lived in the cold palace for more than ten years because of the missing lady Xia Ji, more than ten years!"

The topic that the empress has been in the cold palace for more than ten years has always been the heaviest topic in Junzi Lin's heart.

His mother has been in that dark place for more than ten years. Her only hope is him. She has been waiting for him to pick her up.

Where is Xia Ji's body? Now she has a little eyebrows. It's in the imperial capital of the great Xia state.

If he wants to continue to investigate this matter, he must stay in the kingdom of Daxia and not waste more than ten years of efforts because he killed a small man.

But——

He still couldn't swallow the breath.

The scholar Lin squatted in front of Murong Xizhou with a short knife, played with the short knife and said angrily, "Murong Xizhou, dare to attack the king's woman. Do you know the price?"

Chu Yan shouted this time: "Your Highness, no, really No."

Murong Xizhou really can't die for the time being.

may not.

Your highness, your highness, don't be impulsive.

"Gentleman Lin......" seeing that Chu Yan is so nervous, he should have some concerns. Gu Qingcheng also wants to persuade him.

Junzi Lin wants to kill Murong Xizhou. She wants to kill him, but she can't be here.

This is Chuang Tzu from Murong Xizhou. It's inevitable that no one will stare at him in the dark. Junzi Lin's blatant killing is easy to be stared at. He will make a big fuss in the future.

It's better to find a place and do it secretly.

This can not only avoid a pile of trouble behind, but also solve a villain in Murong Xizhou.

But Gu Qingcheng's persuasion was too late to say a word, because Junzi Lin had already started.

He started very hard. The moment the knife touched Murong Xizhou's body, his blood splashed all over Junzi Lin.

The gentleman Lin's face was full of blood, like Shura coming out of purgatory.

Gu Qingcheng looked away when she saw the blood on Junzi Lin's face. She'd better avoid cruel things. She's afraid of being stimulated again, just like that time in a small black house.

Blood and darkness are the most painful things in the world.

"Arm, my arm..." Murong Xizhou exclaimed.

His left arm with bone and meat was removed by Junzi Lin with a short knife. The pain was as painful as peeling skin and digging heart.

He fainted in pain, but it didn't take long for him to wake up again.

It's so painful over and over again.

For relief.

Forget it.

Death is Murong Xizhou's greatest wish at this moment.

"You cut off his arm?" Gu Qingcheng opened his eyes and saw what was behind the scenes. It was incredible.

It's just a short knife. Can Junzi Lin cut off a person's arm with it?

How hard did it take?

It's terrible to think about it.

The gentleman Lin covered Gu Qingcheng's eyes, "cheng'er, don't look!"

His blood won't touch her.

Gu Qingcheng: "......"

Junzi Lin threw away the short knife in his hand, looked at Murong Xizhou with disdain, returned to Gu Qingcheng, picked up Gu Qingcheng and walked towards the door, "go, let's go to the carriage, let's go home and let me see how your wound is."

Afraid of involving Gu Qingcheng's wound, Junzi Lin held Gu Qingcheng very carefully. Even every step forward, he looked at whether the ground under his feet was flat.

After getting on the carriage, Junzi Lin took off Gu Qingcheng's coat. He looked at the wound above her abdomen and his vision became gray.

Although it was a small wound, and now it had scabbed, Junzi Lin knew that the injury was not light, and it was internal. Gu Qingcheng must have hurt badly at that time.

He helped Gu Qingcheng get the best Jinchuang medicine. Junzi Lin asked in a very heavy voice, "cheng'er, is it still painful now?"

Gu Qingcheng shook his head. "Fortunately, it doesn't hurt anymore." the most painful time has passed.

Junzi Lin didn't speak any more. He helped Gu Qingcheng wrap up his wound, put on his clothes, held him in his arms and hugged him tightly.

Gu Qingcheng felt that junzilin's hand holding her shoulder was shaking, and his body was a little stiff.

Is he afraid?

I'm afraid she's dead.

Tortured to death by the pervert in Murong Xizhou.

Gu Qingcheng's head leaned against Junzi Lin's arms. He rubbed like a kitten and said, "Junzi Lin, I'm fine. You don't have to do this."

The gentleman Lin still didn't speak and was silent.

Gu Qingcheng said, "didn't you cut off an arm of Murong Xizhou to avenge me? I also returned all the things he hurt me. He stirred it in my body with an arrow, and I stirred it in his body with a short knife. It's all right. Don't do this?"

After a long time, the gentleman Lin finally choked out a sentence: "Qing City, I really blame myself."

"What are you complaining about?" Gu Qingcheng didn't understand.

The gentleman Lin let go of Gu Qingcheng. His slender big hand held her chin, looked at him complicatedly and said, "I complain..."