Tyrant Wants Matrilocal Marriage

Why is qingluan, who should have been waiting for Yunxi in wuzuying, Mocheng, here?

At the time of Yin capital, long Ziqing used the technique of imitating capacity on qingluan's face. Now, qingluan's face gradually appears in the heavy rain, but Qingxiu Ninghe's face is particularly pale in deep sleep.

The two men in black drove qingluan and stood in front of longziqing and in the heavy rain.

Long Ziqing smiled again and said, "Yunxi, I'm asking you."

Hua Liang retreated to Yunxi's side, just gently held her arm and said in a cold voice, "he threatened you with qingluan just to kill you. You know everything. Why did you let me stop?"

Yunxi's cold eyes gradually became the color of broken ice. The obliteration was more and more serious: "as the prince said, Yunxi didn't understand what regret is?"

From the moment long Ziqing turned to qingluan, she should have doubts. From the moment she saw qingmo and qingluan look like this, she should doubt long Ziqing. But now, all the doubts are in her heart.

Standing on the side of the man in black, long Ziqing raised his hand and gently touched qingluan's face and said with a smile, "I'll ask you again. Do you regret it?"

Even now, long Ziqing is still smiling. Just like when he escaped from Xizhou, he stood under the frost and snow in Yindu, gently wiped her hand, held her in his arms and gently asked her if she was cold.

Now, this gentleness has closed Yunxi to a dead end.

Qingluan had already lost her power in the hands of the man in black. Standing in the torrential rain, Yunxi Qingning looked at God, broke off the cool hand of the painting, and went towards longziqing step by step.

Behind him, Yan Ming was calm and puzzled at Yunxi's behavior.

From Yunxi station to longziqing's body, he looked awe inspiring and smiled: "You don't want to kill me because I know the similarity between qingmo and qingluan. I won't ask you how many secrets there are. I said I would marry to Beiyuan and I won't break my promise. If I marry, I will marry, and the regret asked by the crown prince doesn't exist. Yan Ming and I don't have a relationship. Why did you get angry?"

She said every word.

Yan Ming is the last ray of peace in his face behind Yunxi.

The night is on the.

Long Ziqing was dressed in white without any blood stains. He was handsome and comfortable in his quiet face.

Long Ziqing stretched out his hand and directly took Yunxi in his arms. Looking at the blood in Yan Ming's hand, he whispered to Yan Ming, "even if I want to kill her, she will marry me. This is the biggest difference between me and you. You will leave if you don't leave Beiyuan."

Long Ziqing's arms were cold and not as cold as before. Yunxi shook his head at Hua Liang in long Ziqing's arms, and then threw his eyes at the boy in the blood night.

Yan Ming is full of corpses behind him. He is silent in the wind and looks at a wisp of white in the desolate world: "what if... I kill you now?"

This question was light, but it was also a smile.

Long Ziqing still smiled: "that qingluan will die."

Yan Ming threw his eyes at Yunxi and smiled again, "what's your choice?"

The blood drops on Yan Ming's fingers fell on the body, and each drop was bright red to deep.

Yunxi nodded at Yan Ming's eyes and looked at the bright color. He wanted to move forward, but his strength gradually began to relax. Then the whole body lost the ability to act and was directly hugged by long Ziqing

Yunxi hairpin fell from top to bottom and fell directly into two sections.

Long Ziqing glanced at the hairpin, nodded to welcome the falling rain, and his eyes moved: "if you want to marry to the East Palace, you must keep your promise. If you repent, you will die. Of course, since the moment you were locked in the gate, I have some regrets. I just hope you can live. If you can't stay with me alive, the body will also be taken away."

Long Ziqing gently wiped the raindrops on Yunxi's cheeks.

She lifted her eyes more and more heavily until she fainted in the arms of the dragon.

Hualiang hurried forward, picked up the broken hairpin, and pointed a sword at long Ziqing: "if you don't let go of her, die!"

The hairpin was directly broken in the cool hand of the painting, scattered into ash and fell into the mud.

Yan Ming said with a smile, "hairpin poison is a good means of the east palace."

Hua Liang suddenly looked at Yunxi's gradually pale face. Although he was holding the sword, he was cold and murderous. He slowly said, "you rescued her from Xizhou, but poisoned the hairpin. What do you want?"

Long Ziqing picked up Yunxi directly at his waist, lowered his eyes and gently swept his white cheeks, but he smiled gently.

When long Ziqing turned his back and walked forward, the two men in black driving qingluan also followed. At this time, a tall and slender figure came down from the air, and a sword in the figure fell directly on long Ziqing's neck.

Outside the city, everyone stood there and looked at the scene in shock

Long Ziqing smiled on his lips, glanced at the long sword and said, "general Luo Sang, haven't seen you for a long time."

Luo sangleng looked at long Ziqing, then glanced at Yan Ming and said in a deep voice, "do you want to kill him? As long as the Lord speaks, there will be no living people here."

Luo sangling saw the man in long Ziqing's arms and lightly moved the sword.

The blade left blood on Yan Ming's neck.

Yan Ming raised a smile: "after thinking for a long time, I still think the handle of the East Palace is bigger. Even if Yunxi knows my identity, even if the East Palace doesn't say it, I will personally tell her in a few days and tell her how to marry to the East Shu."

Longziqing's eyebrows were cold: "why don't you tell me the secret of qingmo?"

Luo Sang mocked: "are you not afraid that qingmo will be executed by the royal family?"

Long Ziqing passed his face and said slowly, "maybe in the past, green ink was the most important thing in the east palace. But now, the most important thing in the East Palace is no longer green ink, but her."

The peach blossom eyebrows and eyes looked at Yunxi, still gentle.

Yan Ming was stunned, but sneered: "then wait and see."

Long Ziqing turned his back and went out of the city.

White clothes Jue flew in the blood. Outside the city, the green ink station looked straight at long Ziqing, and didn't notice the strangeness in the color of long Ziqing's eyes.

Green ink didn't hear those words.

Here, Yan Ming raises his hand: "rosang."

Luo Sang took back the long sword directly, stood on Yan Ming's side and said slowly, "why not kill?"

The young man raised his lips and didn't answer. Instead, he glanced at the painting on one side: "don't you follow?"

Hualiang put away the sword, and his cold and thin killing intention was broken in his heart. He wanted to say something, but he stopped. He just looked at longziqing's back and stopped here.

Hualiang sneered, "you have the ability to save her. Why not?"

Yan Ming turned around, walked to Hua Liang and said with a smile, "if she can't see the Beiyuan all the time, how can she willingly go out of the Beiyuan and come to Dongshu?"

To Dongshu? Painting Liang Xin is angry, but he can only endure it. Tens of thousands of soldiers and horses outside the city are impossible to rob Yunxi. Now, he can only rely on Yan Ming.

The night was full of rain, and Qionghua came from nowhere.

The light pink all over the sky lingered around the sound of the wind in the boy's hands, and the blood on the red clothes merged with each other, which made the painting cool and cold in the pupils.

Yan Ming doesn't speak, just smiles.

Hualiang clenched his fist: "she shouldn't have participated in the chaos of the continent! If you really want to treat her well, you know what to do! You have to save her with me!"

Yan Ming flirted with the smile and slowly looked at the cool eyes of the painting: "even if Ning Xiluo's hand is stretched out again, even if the Beiyuan royal family uses what method to treat her, the enemy in Yu Yunxi's heart, Dongshu, will eventually protect her existence. It can only be herself who can redeem her. Of course, it will eventually be Dongshu."

Thousands of troops waited outside the city, and the city was covered with corpses.

But the painting was stunned: "you mean -"

"How to choose depends on her and you." Yan Ming brushed his sleeves and swept into the air.

Rosen followed.

After all, Hualiang was cruel and went directly with Yan Ming. The three figures dissipated in the instant heavy rain.