All the members are villains, and she just wants to show off when she is dressed as cannon fodder.

From beginning to end, her expression and tone were calm and calm, and her movements were indescribably dignified and self-possessed. The majesty revealed naturally made Yuan Ruo startled.

He actually saw a threat in a woman...

This person cannot be kept!

"... Guhui will prove that what they want is the only way to die."

He raised the sword high and pointed the tip of the sword directly at Yuan Tong'er. The expression on his face did not change at all, but the words he spoke were an irresistible force.

"Kill, nothing, pardon!"

As soon as he gave the order, more secret guards jumped out from behind, and the area around the palace entrance suddenly became a little colder.

Yuan Tong'er stood where he was, confused about life and death for a long time, and allowed himself to be blown apart by the early spring wind.

If she hadn't been prepared to die early in the morning, I'm afraid it wouldn't have been her turn to say those magnificent words. But looking back on this journey through the past, her life was really useless.

Forget it, if you die, you will die, there is nothing to miss...

This time, she was going to die head-on.

She watched the group of secret guards gradually rushing toward them, watched the shining swords coming towards them, watched the indigo-purple rush in the distance...

His vision gradually blurred, and all that was left in his ears was the clang of sharp arrows piercing the sky.

"Prince Lian is here, who dares to mess around?!"

Feng Mian's shouts were loud and loud, completely pulling Yuan Tong'er's thoughts back.

She turned around and saw clearly that sitting on a specific chariot in front of the armored soldiers outside the palace gate was Yuan Wu, who was dressed in white and was as beautiful as snow.

With a faint smile on his cold and beautiful face, Yuan Wu was sitting on the high chariot, as if a force of overwhelming force spread out from his body, suppressing all abnormal movements.

He opened his red lips lightly, and with just one word, Yuan Tong'er was almost defeated.

He said: "What are you going to do to my king's wife and sister?"

Looking at the army behind him, Yuan Ruo panicked and asked in a deep voice: "Yuan Wu, do you want to rebel?"

The corner of Yuan Wu's mouth raised slightly, but he casually lowered his eyes and focused on Yuan Ruo. He looked calm and said, "How is it?"

A chilling air suddenly rose in the air, and a battle between the two armies was about to break out.

Lu Xingzhou took advantage of the situation to pick up Yuan Tong'er and disappeared among the crowd in an instant.

Shangjingcheng was indeed in chaos. Troops were everywhere searching the nobles and gentry.

Lu Xingzhou walked around with Yuan Tong'er for a long time before finally running out of the city.

They did not dare to walk on the main road for fear of encountering the pursuing soldiers.

It wasn't until he ran into the forest to escape his pursuers that Lu Xingzhou discovered that Yuan Tong'er had never worn shoes.

Her long, thin, white feet were covered with deep and shallow blood marks and mud, and there were some brown and purple bruises on her feet.

Lu Xingzhou hurriedly asked her to sit down, and he half-knelt in front of her. Looking at her scarred feet, he said a little ashamedly: "I'm sorry, I didn't notice...does it hurt?"

Yuan Tong'er shook his head, his mind not on the shallow scars on his feet at all.

Lu Xingzhou had no choice but to look around and found that it was quite hidden here and he could probably hide for a while. He asked Yuan Tong'er to wait while he went to get some water.

The most indispensable thing on the mountain is herbal medicine, and thistle, which can stop bleeding, can be seen everywhere.

Lu Xingzhou fetched water for her to clean the wound, then crushed the herbs and applied it to the wound. After a while, the wound stopped bleeding.

Lu Xingzhou smiled easily, sat next to Yuan Tong'er, took off his shoes and handed them to Yuan Tong'er.

"The big one is a bit too big. You can wear it first. When we get to the next market, I will help you buy it."

Yuan Tong'er was stunned. Just when he was about to refuse, Lu Xingzhou said anxiously: "What? You still dislike it? It doesn't stink at all. If you don't believe it, just smell it!"

He deliberately raised his shoes in front of Yuan Tong'er, half-jokingly trying to tease her, and Yuan Tong'er burst into laughter.

Lu Xingzhou put down his shoes and let out a sigh of relief.

Yuan Tong'er could feel his suppressed emotions, but couldn't hear a single complaint from him.

Lu Xingzhou just sat barefoot with her, looking at the quiet and peaceful but deserted woods in the distance. There were only birds chirping and insects chirping, and the breeze blew the dead branches with new buds. Everything just now suddenly became so uncomfortable. reality.

The two of them seemed to have fallen instantly from the high altar, leaving only their brocade clothes and fur...

After an unknown amount of time, as if wanting to break the quiet atmosphere, Lu Xingzhou randomly picked up an innocuous topic.

"I thought you wouldn't talk about independence with them."

He said with a smile, recalling Yuan Tong'er in the past, who looked like a dead pig that was not afraid of being scalded by boiling water. She once thought about the idle princess who enjoyed a happy life, and suddenly said something that struck a chord with her soul, which seemed to have ruined her character.

Yuan Tong'er smiled, "How can it be said that I told them?

Independence was not invented by any one person. Independence is the cry of every soul imprisoned by the body.

Without confinement, where would the desire for independence come from? And these ancient talents who grew up under the feudal system are the most imprisoned souls.

Those souls who yearn for the true self have violently collided with the shackles of feudal cannibalism again and again, and the fruits of independent consciousness are achieved. Just because we name this consciousness does not mean it becomes our achievement.

How ridiculous is it to pick up people's wisdom and dance in front of the rightful owner?

After all, our current independence, the independence we have had since birth, comes precisely from their desire for independent existence in the past.

What qualifications do a group of people who have their backs against a big tree to enjoy the shade have to teach those who plant trees? "

"But you still ordered it for them."

Yuan Tong'er paused and said: "...Now that we have encountered them, we have to help them water the saplings they planted."

As she spoke, the depression in her heart seemed to gradually fade away as she spoke out her words, and she became more relaxed.

Now that life has opened a new chapter, she should adapt as soon as possible!

She asked: "Why is the city suddenly like that?"

Seeing that her mood was more stable and Lu Xingzhou was more relaxed, he told her everything he knew.

As far as he knew, Yuan Wu started his crazy plan not long after Cen Huan's death, and had already deployed it throughout the capital during the spring hunt a few days ago.

Yuan Wu's speed was so fast and his scheming was so deep that even the hidden parties in Beijing were not aware of it at all. Not even Yuan Tong'er's Fusheng Pavilion came to report.

When I think of Fusheng Pavilion, I think of Shi Wuqi and Ruan Hongzhu, as well as everyone in the Princess Mansion.

A flying pigeon suddenly flew over. Lu Xingzhou caught it and took the letter off the pigeon's leg. It was given by Lu Qingyu.

The letter said that Yuan Wu had completely rebelled. Because things happened so fast, Yuan Ruo was outnumbered and ran away. Shangjing City has now fallen, but the Lizhou army garrisoned in the suburbs of the city, under the leadership of Qu Baiyu, has completely surrounded Shangjing City.

The war is imminent.

Yuan Tong'er suddenly thought of something, and she asked Lu Xingzhou blankly.

"You just said that Yuanwu was already deployed during the spring hunt?

So, Hua Buqi’s death was also planned? "