Tyrant Wants Matrilocal Marriage

Every word, he smiled with tears in his eyes.

Yunxi was dumb, but the dagger suddenly fell to the ground.

Yan Ming pulled a smile on his lips: "do Chu Lin'an have to be as selfless as you to save you? Do you have to die? Can't I kill anyone to save you? If I don't kill these people, how many dangers will you suffer? How many difficult things I have done for you, but do you think I'm dirty? Or do you think... Painting is cold and dirty?"

Yan Ming looks at the blood in the cold hands of the painting, and looks at the residual blood color in the courtyard, shaking and laughing.

Painting Liang took his sword back into its sheath and looked down at Yunxi: "what I want is to save you. I don't care how to do other things or think about them. Can't you see the situation clearly how to go?"

Everyone says she doesn't understand, and how does she understand? How to understand!

Looking at today's cool painting, Yunxi suddenly laughed. Everything is "for her", because she has stained everyone with blood? Painting Lanfeng framed her, so the painting house buried her life with her; Chu Lin'an saved her, so Yan Ming made the bodyguard lose his life with insects. What about the smoke? What should I do without Zhang Liang's flowing smoke? In order to save her, does Hua Liang want to join hands with the people of Eastern Shu? Can everything be decided by this?

Huaxi and the red coffin were in the rain and behind her.

Yunxi looked at Yan Ming and Hua Liang, but he couldn't say a word.

There was no doubt that the anxious color between Hua Liang's eyebrows had been revealed. He said in a deep voice: "the bodies have been handled cleanly. The emperor of Beiyuan can't blame you! You can stay in Beiyuan, I will accompany you, but I don't want you to marry long Ziqing!"

Yunxi looked up at the picture and said, "go."

The painting was stunned. The cool thin eyes were already unbelievable: "Beiyuan can't keep you, but you don't want to go?"

Yunxi laughed: "I won't go back on what I said. I'm settled in the east palace!"

Her eyes were tough, and she didn't want to see Yan Ming again. The East Palace was silent, and everyone was silent. Yunxi turned his back and gently touched the red coffin: "she is your sister. Her revenge. Don't you want me to avenge you?"

The sound was very light, but the painting was cool but silent.

Yunxi just smiled bitterly. The painting was cool and forgot everything in the painting house. How many emotions can there be in it? Perhaps for Hualiang now, saving her is the only choice in Hualiang's heart.

But is it really right to save her from the east palace?

When his cool hand touched Yunxi's shoulder, more and more footsteps came from a distance. He just whispered, "I'll wait for you to repent. There are seven days left, I'll wait for you."

Sweep the wind in your ears.

The shadow of the cool painting and the red flame disappeared at this moment and disappeared in the dark.

Yunxi finally leaned on the red coffin and gradually fell to the ground.

……

I don't know when the palace guard came this way.

On the dragon chase, the pale face of the old emperor was very obvious under the dark night.

Yunxi knelt on the ground, glanced at longziqing on the side of the dragon and kowtowed down.

"The eldest prince took my will and came to the East Palace, but died on the road. All his own soldiers died. I want to know, what do you think?" the voice in front was cold, but pale and powerless.

Yunxi kowtowed and whispered, "the great prince... Has Hong died?"

She smiled bitterly, but also played an unknown color. When she lifted her eyes, tears fell down and looked at the peach blossom eyes. Long Ziqing looked at the red coffin with puzzled eyes after facing Yunxi.

At this moment, everyone's eyes are led to the man in the red coffin - the God of war painting river!

Yunxi bowed his body and said, "someone hid the God of war in the east palace. Yunxi didn't know about the Grand Prince and never went out of the east palace to investigate. Just because he found the red coffin, he has been waiting for the prince here..."

Her voice was soft and her eyes were drooping.

The rain fell, and the white figure with a long body was getting closer and closer in front of her.

Long Ziqing looked down at Yunxi, the peach blossom eyes coagulated at the red coffin, and said gently, "there are not many coffins made of red warm jade in the world..."

The old emperor frowned, and the inner prison on one side helped him out of the dragon.

The palace maid held the umbrella lightly on one side, and the old emperor walked very slowly. Although it was only a few steps away from the red coffin, the old emperor was unwilling to move forward. He just said in a trembling voice: "seal the coffin! Send her back to Xizhou!"

It was raining heavily, but the old emperor's face was very pale.

One night, I lost two princes, but I found the body of Xizhou God of war in the east palace. How could I ever be safe in my heart? If we want to fight, can Beiyuan continue after the war?

Long Ziqing turned back and leaned slightly over the old emperor: "she -- not dead yet."

All the guards surrounded the red coffin, but no one dared to step forward. The people in the red coffin were ruddy and beautiful, but they were not pale because of the heavy rain.

"It's less than two years since the God of war jumped off the moat, but now his body appears in the Beiyuan in good condition. There are only two results - the mantis catches the cicada and the Yellow finch is behind." long Ziqing raised his eyes, looked at the Yunxi river with a warm color, and coagulated to the red coffin, "After Beiyuan fought against the five small states and the state of Jiang, his troops were already weak. If he started a war at this time, Beiyuan would have a hard time. First, if he started a war with Xizhou, Dongshu and Nanyue would be able to win. Second, no one could prove that Xizhou did not hide the God of war in the east palace. His son thought it might also be Xizhou who wanted to start a war as an excuse."

Long Ziqing's lips smiled, but her voice was faint.

If he were someone else, he would surely blame Donggong for the God of war. Now, with only two words, long Ziqing wiped away the blame. Tonight, the death of the second prince Longquan Xiu was framed by the Lieyang mansion in the East Palace, but there was no way to verify it. Even if the old emperor checked it again, it would be useless. The death of the great prince long Zilie was cleverly hidden in the past.

All the crimes were avoided one by one.

Yunxi frowned slightly, just kneeling and meditating.

She heard the old emperor trembling softly, but she stopped answering. The Dragon boots stopped in front of Yunxi. Yunxi still hung down, despite the erosion of wind and rain.

"I came to see you personally. Do you know why?"

"Because of the No. 1 scholar in martial arts?"

"I think the people chosen by Donggong will be very smart."

"Is the emperor here to ask for guilt?"

"What sin?"

Yunxi raised his eyes and looked into the turbid eyes of the old emperor. The world said that the royal family was ruthless, but in the eyes of the old emperor, he really saw this ruthlessness. The loss of two sons overnight may have been unbearable for ordinary people. The old emperor, however, faced the rain and coagulated the Yunxi with sarcasm.

Yunxi's voice was faint: "Yunxi is innocent."

It was late and the rain stopped gradually.

The old emperor looked down at Yunxi and asked, "what would you do if the two countries were at war?"