Transmigrated Princess

Qingmei watched Su Xiangwan stare at the carriage and unconsciously looked at it.

Obviously, there was nothing special about the carriage, but when she concentrated on it, she felt very fluffy in her heart.

Her first feeling was

It's evil.

The beauty had turned her head, but Qingmei still felt that there was another line of sight in the curtain and looked at her.

There was obviously no second person in the carriage, but this line of sight did not belong to the beauty's line of sight, which made people feel seeping.

Qingmei pressed down the creepy feeling in her heart and said to Su Xiangwan, "I feel uncomfortable just looking at the carriage. I don't know what the beauty inside is."

When Su Xiangwan heard her say this, a glimmer flashed in her mind and she understood something in an instant.

In a group of people, the one who is different is usually an important supporting role.

"Here it is," she whispered.

Nanzhao's envoys didn't hear that the seven princesses came together.

Su Xiangwan was still thinking about it, which will probably come to understand.

In the tenth carriage, perhaps the so-called seven princesses.

She hid her identity and pretended to be an ordinary beauty, presumably to hide people's eyes and ears.

Although I don't know her purpose, knowing it is always beneficial and harmless.

Hearing what she said, Qingmei didn't know what it meant. She just asked her, "what's here?"

Su Xiangwan shook his head and saw that the team ahead was moving away. Many people had followed up. Then he said, "it's nothing. Let's go back. It's fun. It's worth it."

Qingmei also nodded and said, "yes, I saw so many Nanzhao beauties for the first time."

This battle is really full of swagger.

The king of Nanzhao made such a great effort.

After all, beauty tricks are always useful. Most men have no resistance to beauty. In particular, these beauties who feel hooked at first sight simply engrave a few big characters of men's playthings on their heads.

Su Xiangwan also said, "there should be few men who can resist such temptation."

She walked back with Qingmei and thought of something. Then she said, "if anyone can be indifferent to these beauties, it can be said that there is no one in ten thousand."

The Nanzhao seven princess came to make peace.

She may be hiding for such a purpose to find a man who is not easily confused by beauty.

So... Zhao Changling, who is responsible for welcoming her, can basically be regarded as tailor-made for her.

TV dramas are often performed like this. The moving and beautiful princess of a neighboring country is attracted by the man who despises her and feels that he is different from other smelly men. Since then, she secretly promised to be loyal to him.

Su Xiangwan doesn't care who Nanzhao seven princesses like, but if she likes Zhao Changling and is determined to him, she can easily be used by him and become a knife pointing at them.

At this juncture, she doesn't want to see Nanzhao standing on the same line with Zhao Changling.

Su Xiangwan was a little curious about what kind of person the seven princesses were.

The idea in her heart also slowly became clear: "I have to observe it first, and then think of a solution."

Even if you go out far, the salutes exploded in the sky are still ringing in your ears.

The warm and cheerful atmosphere directly enveloped the whole capital. The only place you can't go is like a prison isolated from the world.

It's still dark here, with a rotten smell that can't be dissolved for thousands of years.

The thick walls blocked all the salute sounds. Everything that happened outside has nothing to do with here.

Zhao Rongxian stood in front of the wall, as if he had seen something with his own eyes, and gently raised his lips: "it's especially lively outside today."

Su Xiangwan is a lively person.

She should also be willing to go out and have a look at this grand occasion.

His voice was very low, but it was so quiet that the words were annihilated in the cannibal air, with an empty echo.

Zhao Rongxian said nothing.

He stood straight, stared at the light and shadow reflected on the wall, and waited patiently

The waiting is long. The time here seems to be slowed down, so it is even longer.

I don't know how long I waited. Finally, there was a slight sound of footsteps at the door outside the cell.

——Someone's coming.

The sound of the key chain jingling and knocking came from far and near, followed by the sound of the chain being opened.

At first it was a little light. As more and more people came, the cell was illuminated by glass lamps. Even the snakes, insects, mice and ants in the corner were startled and made a rustling sound.

The palace man stood respectfully on both sides and bowed his head to make a straight way.

Zhao Rongxian's eyes don't adapt to the light, which will narrow gently.

In the dim light and shadow, a bright yellow figure paced forward.

Then the father-in-law beside him raised his voice and said loudly, "the emperor has arrived -"

Zhao Rongxian's face was calm, which seemed to be what he expected - the people he was waiting for were today's saints.

Duke Du is an old man beside the emperor.

He saw Zhao Rongxian standing where he was, as if he hadn't reacted yet. He couldn't help taking a step forward and said to Zhao Rongxian in front of him, "King Yu, the emperor has come to see you."

Zhao Rongxian then saluted the emperor as if he had regained his mind: "sinner Zhao Rongxian, see your majesty."

Zhao Che stood for a long time.

He didn't let Zhao Rongxian get up, but looked coldly.

Zhao Rongxian didn't get permission, so he kept the salute posture and didn't move.

The cold light in Zhao Che's eyes was even worse.

——Still so calm.

Even if he was locked up in a dark prison and waiting for the judgment of death, he was still not at all depressed.

Zhao Che knew that Zhao Rongxian had a pride in his bones, which supported him. Even if he really died, it was impossible to see him begging for mercy.

But he was still very uncomfortable when he saw it with his own eyes.

As Zhao Rongxian grew older, Zhao Che looked at him and felt that the shadow of the former crown prince was becoming more and more obvious. After so many years, he could still remember the figure of that man.

Since childhood, he was the prince who had high hopes, enjoyed the attention of thousands of people and always let him look up to

The same is true, never willing to lower that noble head.

The atmosphere was repressed and tense.

The thought in Zhao Che's heart is more and more firm - Zhao Rongxian must die.

The world is already his.

What if an Jiyang becomes the next Zhao Rongxian.

If he can kill one Zhao Rongxian, he can kill the second Zhao Rongxian.

Really let Zhao Rongxian go, that's the real way to let the tiger go back to the mountain, and there will be endless trouble in the future.

After thinking about it in his heart, his fierce eyebrows and eyes dissipated, and his tone was much softer: "get up, don't be polite."

Hearing the speech, Zhao Rongxian got up respectfully and said, "thank you, your majesty."

If the emperor comes here and speaks harshly to him, most of them want to give him a way.

This will make the emperor gentle to him, which means that the emperor is not going to let him go out alive.

Sure enough, Zhao Che sighed like a pity and said in a sincere voice, "King Yu, you are a wise man. You should know what I came here for."

Zhao Rongxian looked at him and his attitude was still calm: "sinners know that you want them to die, and they... Have to die."

When he said the word "death", the tone was a little heavier.