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Chapter 70 The Princess of the Hall (39)
Chapter 70 The Princess of the Hall (39)
The people said goodbye, the faces of the two disasters were full of excited smiles, and some people even cried with joy...
Just as he was about to walk out of the city gate, an accident happened suddenly...
Yun Beiyao, who had been walking beside Yun Beijing, suddenly felt a pain in his arm, and his hand holding the sword tightened...
Yun Beijing seemed to feel strange, "What's the matter, Brother Eighth Emperor? Why don't you leave?"
The prefect also stopped and looked at Yun Beiyao, who was still and lowered his head, "Eighth Hall..."
Before he could finish speaking, Yun Beiyao suddenly drew out his sword and saw a flash of silver light...
Yun Beijing felt wrong and pulled the prefect to dodge, but the prefect still injured his arm, and the wound was deep with bones.
Yun Beiyao raised his head, his eyes were abnormally red, and he was full of murderous aura under the influence of the bloody aura.
The whole city was quiet for a moment...
Until one person was killed by Yun Beiyao before he could react...
The people screamed and fled in an instant. The man was holding a sword like a god of killing, one by one to deal with the people who were too late to escape...
The prefect was pulled a little far away by Yun Beijing, his arm was already numb, and everyone was scared to pee when they saw this scene, and said with a trembling voice: "Eighth, Eighth Highness, what's wrong?"
A dark color flashed in Yun Beijing's eyes, shook his head, and said somewhat uncertainly: "The Eighth Emperor seems to be crazy."
The officers and soldiers couldn't stop Yun Beiyao, but he was killed one by one.
With a little blood on his cheek, Yun Beiyao took the sword full of blood and looked for the next prey...
"Woooooooo..."
A child who didn't have time to run away covered his mouth and hid behind the stall trembling, but still crying...
Yun Beiyao followed the sound.
tick, tick...
The sound of blood dripping on the ground.
The child slowly raised his head and looked at the man covered in blood in front of him. Tears blurred his vision. His legs were soft and he couldn't move. He whispered, "Don't...don't kill the baby..."
The man covered in blood slowly tilted his head, and his beating heart recovered for a moment...
baby……
Give Xi'er a doll...
Yun Beiyao knelt down on one knee, holding the sword in one hand, his red eyes had a sense of reason, and said, "You... go..."
The other hand trembled and took out the porcelain bottle from his arms...
It took almost all of his reason to suppress his anger, and he endured a headache and ate half a bottle of pills...
As soon as the pill was swallowed, Yun Beiyao spit out a large mouthful of blood, and the pain in the body was tearing...
Yun Beiyao covered his chest and instantly realized something was wrong...
But it was too late.
Blood was pouring out of his mouth and nose, his eyes gradually blurred, and he used his last strength to grasp the porcelain bottle...
In front of him, there seemed to be a woman who smiled and soothed all his pain and called him softly, "Husband."
Xier, I'm sorry, I seem to...
To break the promise.
I really want to...
Goodbye to you.
The streets were full of corpses of common people, blood was dripping all over the place, and the man fell to the side of the stall, breathless...
"Wuwuwu, mother, a lot of blood..."
The child sat on the ground and cried a lot. Seeing the man vomited blood continuously, he was so scared that he almost fainted. There was a shadow in his little heart. Why did it become like this...
This brother was fine before, why did he kill people and vomit blood...
Don't say he doesn't understand, those people don't understand until they die. They are clearly the heroes of the god of war in their hearts, why did they send them to a dead end...
Almost half of the people in a city were slaughtered by the hero in their hearts...
Yun Beijing walked to Yun Beiyao and stood still, looking at the embarrassed death of the Eighth Emperor's younger brother, a trace of grief flashed in his eyes, which soon faded and became indifferent.
Heavenly family is ruthless, Brother Eighth Emperor, you can't blame others, who told you to be greedy.
In the next life, don't be born in the royal family.
Stop it, face me.
Otherwise, I can take you away once more.
……
In the Palace of the Eighth Prince, Liu Xi'er suddenly felt a pain in her heart, her face turned pale, she covered her chest, and took a few deep breaths before she recovered.
But in my heart... the feeling of unease is getting heavier and heavier.
The weather was gloomy outside, and her heart seemed to be heavy with it...
*
"Brother, do you know Yufeng Divine Doctor?" Nan Xing asked after taking a bite of the dish.
She hasn't eaten with Yun Beimo for several days. He leaves early and returns late every day. Today, he finally got the chance.
When Yun Beimo heard the words, he gave her a piece of sweet and sour pork ribs, "Ask him what?"
"Hey?" Nan Xing heard his answer, his eyes lit up, and he said happily, "So, does my brother know him?"
Yun Beimo raised his eyebrows and said softly, "Tell your brother first, why are you looking for him?"
Nan Xing told him without thinking, "Because I want Yufeng Shenyi to see the sixth brother's illness."
Yun Beimo's hand holding the chopsticks tightened, his eyes darkened, "Why?"
"Because the sixth brother is good to me."
The boy's expression was simple, but Yun Beimo's heart was filled with despair and sullenness, "Is your brother treating you badly? Isn't he treating you better than your sixth brother?"
"Wow!" Nan Xing nodded vigorously, put a chopstick for Yun Beimo, and said with a smile, "Brother is the best to me."
"If your brother is sick, will you worry too? Will you find a way?" Yun Beimo asked a very naive question.
"My brother won't get sick! If my brother is sick, I will definitely find a way. If I can't think of a way, I will accompany my brother!" In her heart, Yun Beimo was more important.
Hearing the young man's firm words like love words, Yun Beimo's heart warmed, and he was instantly appeased.
If the young man really wants to help Yun Beichen, then he will help...
"I'll help you, you don't have to worry about this matter." Yun Beimo gave her a chopstick after finishing speaking, "Eat it quickly."
Nan Xing nodded and continued to eat. The dishes Yun Beimo gave her were all her favorites.
She never doubted what her brother said. Since he agreed, he would definitely help her.
Before he knew it, Nan Xing had already trusted and relied on him very much...
……
"Your Highness! Your Highness!"
The attendant pushed open the study door excitedly, even forgot to knock on the door.
Yun Beichen is practicing calligraphy, "What's the matter?"
Only then did the attendant realize that he had forgotten his etiquette, so he hurriedly bowed, and then said excitedly, "Your Highness, we have found the divine doctor Yufeng!"
The edge of the pen in his hand turned, and the words disappeared instantly, "Is what you said true?"
"Of course it's true! The genius doctor said it can be cured!" The attendant's eyes were flushed with excitement. After so many years, His Highness has been suffering for so many years, and finally there is hope...
Yun Beichen didn't speak, and the attendant continued: "But the genius doctor said that your body has dragged on for too many years, and it is estimated that you will go to him to raise it for a while."
"That is, to leave the capital, right?"
"Well, Your Highness, when are we going?" In his opinion, it's good to be cured, so what does it mean to stay for a while...
Yun Beichen coughed twice, frowned slightly, and hesitated: "Let me think about it..."
The attendant couldn't believe it, "His Royal Highness! Your illness is finally...why? Don't you want to be cured?"
He wants to be cured, and he also wants to have a healthy body.
Yun Beichen lowered his eyes and looked at the shapeless words, but he didn't want to leave the capital.
Leaving means getting further and further away from Xiao Jiuhui...
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Lots of comments~
(End of this chapter)
The people said goodbye, the faces of the two disasters were full of excited smiles, and some people even cried with joy...
Just as he was about to walk out of the city gate, an accident happened suddenly...
Yun Beiyao, who had been walking beside Yun Beijing, suddenly felt a pain in his arm, and his hand holding the sword tightened...
Yun Beijing seemed to feel strange, "What's the matter, Brother Eighth Emperor? Why don't you leave?"
The prefect also stopped and looked at Yun Beiyao, who was still and lowered his head, "Eighth Hall..."
Before he could finish speaking, Yun Beiyao suddenly drew out his sword and saw a flash of silver light...
Yun Beijing felt wrong and pulled the prefect to dodge, but the prefect still injured his arm, and the wound was deep with bones.
Yun Beiyao raised his head, his eyes were abnormally red, and he was full of murderous aura under the influence of the bloody aura.
The whole city was quiet for a moment...
Until one person was killed by Yun Beiyao before he could react...
The people screamed and fled in an instant. The man was holding a sword like a god of killing, one by one to deal with the people who were too late to escape...
The prefect was pulled a little far away by Yun Beijing, his arm was already numb, and everyone was scared to pee when they saw this scene, and said with a trembling voice: "Eighth, Eighth Highness, what's wrong?"
A dark color flashed in Yun Beijing's eyes, shook his head, and said somewhat uncertainly: "The Eighth Emperor seems to be crazy."
The officers and soldiers couldn't stop Yun Beiyao, but he was killed one by one.
With a little blood on his cheek, Yun Beiyao took the sword full of blood and looked for the next prey...
"Woooooooo..."
A child who didn't have time to run away covered his mouth and hid behind the stall trembling, but still crying...
Yun Beiyao followed the sound.
tick, tick...
The sound of blood dripping on the ground.
The child slowly raised his head and looked at the man covered in blood in front of him. Tears blurred his vision. His legs were soft and he couldn't move. He whispered, "Don't...don't kill the baby..."
The man covered in blood slowly tilted his head, and his beating heart recovered for a moment...
baby……
Give Xi'er a doll...
Yun Beiyao knelt down on one knee, holding the sword in one hand, his red eyes had a sense of reason, and said, "You... go..."
The other hand trembled and took out the porcelain bottle from his arms...
It took almost all of his reason to suppress his anger, and he endured a headache and ate half a bottle of pills...
As soon as the pill was swallowed, Yun Beiyao spit out a large mouthful of blood, and the pain in the body was tearing...
Yun Beiyao covered his chest and instantly realized something was wrong...
But it was too late.
Blood was pouring out of his mouth and nose, his eyes gradually blurred, and he used his last strength to grasp the porcelain bottle...
In front of him, there seemed to be a woman who smiled and soothed all his pain and called him softly, "Husband."
Xier, I'm sorry, I seem to...
To break the promise.
I really want to...
Goodbye to you.
The streets were full of corpses of common people, blood was dripping all over the place, and the man fell to the side of the stall, breathless...
"Wuwuwu, mother, a lot of blood..."
The child sat on the ground and cried a lot. Seeing the man vomited blood continuously, he was so scared that he almost fainted. There was a shadow in his little heart. Why did it become like this...
This brother was fine before, why did he kill people and vomit blood...
Don't say he doesn't understand, those people don't understand until they die. They are clearly the heroes of the god of war in their hearts, why did they send them to a dead end...
Almost half of the people in a city were slaughtered by the hero in their hearts...
Yun Beijing walked to Yun Beiyao and stood still, looking at the embarrassed death of the Eighth Emperor's younger brother, a trace of grief flashed in his eyes, which soon faded and became indifferent.
Heavenly family is ruthless, Brother Eighth Emperor, you can't blame others, who told you to be greedy.
In the next life, don't be born in the royal family.
Stop it, face me.
Otherwise, I can take you away once more.
……
In the Palace of the Eighth Prince, Liu Xi'er suddenly felt a pain in her heart, her face turned pale, she covered her chest, and took a few deep breaths before she recovered.
But in my heart... the feeling of unease is getting heavier and heavier.
The weather was gloomy outside, and her heart seemed to be heavy with it...
*
"Brother, do you know Yufeng Divine Doctor?" Nan Xing asked after taking a bite of the dish.
She hasn't eaten with Yun Beimo for several days. He leaves early and returns late every day. Today, he finally got the chance.
When Yun Beimo heard the words, he gave her a piece of sweet and sour pork ribs, "Ask him what?"
"Hey?" Nan Xing heard his answer, his eyes lit up, and he said happily, "So, does my brother know him?"
Yun Beimo raised his eyebrows and said softly, "Tell your brother first, why are you looking for him?"
Nan Xing told him without thinking, "Because I want Yufeng Shenyi to see the sixth brother's illness."
Yun Beimo's hand holding the chopsticks tightened, his eyes darkened, "Why?"
"Because the sixth brother is good to me."
The boy's expression was simple, but Yun Beimo's heart was filled with despair and sullenness, "Is your brother treating you badly? Isn't he treating you better than your sixth brother?"
"Wow!" Nan Xing nodded vigorously, put a chopstick for Yun Beimo, and said with a smile, "Brother is the best to me."
"If your brother is sick, will you worry too? Will you find a way?" Yun Beimo asked a very naive question.
"My brother won't get sick! If my brother is sick, I will definitely find a way. If I can't think of a way, I will accompany my brother!" In her heart, Yun Beimo was more important.
Hearing the young man's firm words like love words, Yun Beimo's heart warmed, and he was instantly appeased.
If the young man really wants to help Yun Beichen, then he will help...
"I'll help you, you don't have to worry about this matter." Yun Beimo gave her a chopstick after finishing speaking, "Eat it quickly."
Nan Xing nodded and continued to eat. The dishes Yun Beimo gave her were all her favorites.
She never doubted what her brother said. Since he agreed, he would definitely help her.
Before he knew it, Nan Xing had already trusted and relied on him very much...
……
"Your Highness! Your Highness!"
The attendant pushed open the study door excitedly, even forgot to knock on the door.
Yun Beichen is practicing calligraphy, "What's the matter?"
Only then did the attendant realize that he had forgotten his etiquette, so he hurriedly bowed, and then said excitedly, "Your Highness, we have found the divine doctor Yufeng!"
The edge of the pen in his hand turned, and the words disappeared instantly, "Is what you said true?"
"Of course it's true! The genius doctor said it can be cured!" The attendant's eyes were flushed with excitement. After so many years, His Highness has been suffering for so many years, and finally there is hope...
Yun Beichen didn't speak, and the attendant continued: "But the genius doctor said that your body has dragged on for too many years, and it is estimated that you will go to him to raise it for a while."
"That is, to leave the capital, right?"
"Well, Your Highness, when are we going?" In his opinion, it's good to be cured, so what does it mean to stay for a while...
Yun Beichen coughed twice, frowned slightly, and hesitated: "Let me think about it..."
The attendant couldn't believe it, "His Royal Highness! Your illness is finally...why? Don't you want to be cured?"
He wants to be cured, and he also wants to have a healthy body.
Yun Beichen lowered his eyes and looked at the shapeless words, but he didn't want to leave the capital.
Leaving means getting further and further away from Xiao Jiuhui...
Thank you for your tickets, Xiaokuo loves, compare your heart
Lots of comments~
(End of this chapter)
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