The abandoned queen is reborn: she makes the prince cry and seizes the throne!

"Are you afraid of me?" The gloomy man narrowed his eyes in dissatisfaction.

The woman knelt down in fear, "I dare not!"

He suddenly lifted her up, his big hands wandering over her body unscrupulously. He lifted her chin teasingly and said, "If you are not afraid, why don't you dare to look up at me?"

The black hair was thick and extremely soft. The gloomy man didn't care about the wound that had just been bandaged on his body. With a force, he turned the man over and pressed him under him.

"Do you know what it means to be able to serve closely?"

The woman lowered her eyes in fear, "I don't know..."

The man curled his lips in satisfaction, "I know now."

The tent door was not closed, and there were even a few people coming in and out who didn't know the situation. The gloomy man, whose clothes were half-undressed, was suddenly disturbed by someone. He turned around and shouted at the people, "Get out!"

The maid who came in to add water was so frightened that she quickly folded the curtain and left. Soon, the soldiers patrolling nearby could hear the woman's screams in the tent, which became more and more tragic.

It was just getting dark.

The gloomy man looked at the lifeless woman beneath him, cursed inwardly for bad luck, then he stood up and called someone to come in and get dressed.

The gauze on his chest had long been dyed blood red, which looked scary, but the man seemed to have lost consciousness and didn't seem to care at all, ignoring it and getting dressed.

The maid who came in to clean the room saw a naked woman lying on the bed with a bloody lower body, and she quickly lowered her eyes.

This is not the first woman to die in the leader's bed.

After getting dressed, the gloomy man walked out without looking back, saying, "Clean up everything."

The maid in the tent looked at the lifeless woman on the bed with sympathy, as if she could imagine her own final fate. There was not even a straw mat on her body, and she was thrown naked into the valley. Perhaps she was eaten by an eagle circling in the sky, or perhaps by a wild wolf in the mountains.

In short, there is no blessing of being buried in peace.

Several maids carried the person away in silence, their faces expressionless and skilled.

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Frequent cold sweats.

The sky was not even fully light yet, and Ji Yuan suddenly got up from the bed, without even having time to put on his shoes, and ran out barefoot.

The crescent moon is still hanging in the sky outside, and it is very cold and clear.

Late at night, someone knocked on Ning Rongzhang's bedroom door. The candlelight was lit, reflecting on the faces of two men sitting opposite each other.

"you sure?"

"Although I didn't go back to Beijing very often when I was young, I definitely wasn't mistaken. It was Xiu Wen."

Ji Xiuwen, the third son of the Ji family, was known to the world only for his literary talent. However, he once followed Prince Wu in a rebellion. After Ning Rongzhang went to the capital to be rehabilitated, he disappeared.

However, no one expected that this person also had military strategy. He actually went south to the Rong tribe and became a member of the new Rong tribe.

Ever since I saw the back of the masked man in the first half of the night, this familiar thought has been lingering in my mind and has not dissipated for a long time.

But memory does not lie. Obviously, no one would associate the masked man with a man who had died long ago.

After Prince Wu was defeated, Ji Xiuwen disappeared, but he was probably dead, but no one knew where he died.

Late at night, his memory suddenly came back to him, and that familiar figure was Ji Xiuwen. He had watched him leave more than once.

The figure is upright, like a pine or a cypress.

It's just that we are still on a path of no return.

Ji Xiuwen was very smart since he was young, so it was not difficult for him to give up literature and pursue martial arts. However, looking at his position in the Xinrong Army, I am afraid it is very high. It is more daring to guess that he is the leader of Xinrong.

"Whether it is true or not, you will know once you meet him."

Ji Yuanzheng didn't know what Ning Rongzhang meant by meeting, but after all, they were in different positions. If the day came when they had to go to war, he would not show mercy.

I just didn't expect this day would come so soon.

Autumn is passing by quickly and time is precious.

When the Xinrong Army was approaching the city, old Prince Linan finally woke up from the grief of losing his son.

At the foot of the city was the flag of the Xinrong people, with red flames fluttering on the flag. King Linan leaned against the gap in the city wall with his hands and cursed loudly. As he was cursing, he saw two Xinrong people in armor pushing a man tied up with ropes towards him.

Once the black cloth covering his face was removed, who else could it be but his youngest son?

"Son--"

The man was suddenly dazzled by the sunlight. He squinted his eyes and looked up, "Dad! Save me! Dad!"

King Li Nan is the most soft-hearted. His two sons are still uneducated young men even at this age.

He watched with his own eyes as his brother was tortured. Pieces of flesh were scraped off, and the sound of the blades rubbing against bones was enough to make one's scalp numb.

The blood even stained his clothes red!

He doesn't want to live like this anymore!

"Dad! Save me! Save me now!"

The masked man riding a tall horse said, "King Li Nan, take a good look at your little son. Today is the last time you will see each other."

The silver-handled spear with a red tassel is most suitable for hanging heads for public display.

Amid the young man's screams, Li Huaize jumped down from the city wall and leapt in front of the enemy. At the same time, arrows poured down from above.

The Xinrong army was busy dodging swords and kicked the damned Master Li Nan out. Li Huaize took the man to the city wall.

The masked man chuckled twice, seemingly not caring at all that he had lost his hostage. "Where is the Regent?!"

What he cared about was never Prince Linan, but the Regent's Army.

On the top of the tower, there was a man wearing silver-white armor with a solemn expression. He looked at the people below and said, "Ji Xiuwen, are you feeling better?"

The masked man was slightly startled, and suddenly said angrily in disbelief, "What nonsense are you talking about?! I am not Ji Xiuwen!"

"Why bother denying it so quickly? Since he is the third son of the Ji family, why not come and meet the eldest son of the Ji family?"

Ning Rongzhang passed by and was followed closely by Ji Yuanzheng.

Ji's family's Dafang had no relationship with the second and third branches, but the affection they had when they were young still existed. Ji Yuan was about to open his mouth, but for a moment he didn't know how to start. He was guilty of a heinous crime. Ji Ningqiu died in the palace. He had taken refuge with Prince Wu. Later, the second branch of the Ji family returned to their hometown. Later, wars broke out and there was no news of them.

It would be more appropriate to say that they are enemies rather than relatives.

"Ji Xiuwen is no longer in this world. The one who survived among the dead is Xinrong Fu Chou!"

It no longer matters who he is. What matters is who he hates in his heart.

Before they could finish their words, the entire Linan City suddenly fell into chaos. Xinrong sat and waited outside the city, as if he wanted to witness the collapse of a city with his own eyes.