Your Highness, the Proton of the Book, forgive me

The envoy looked down at Babur, and there were three things lined up in front of Babur, poisoned wine, white silk and a dagger.

Qi Yang's letter was very straightforward.

Babur died, and the eldest son Ari lived.

Babur sat quietly, his whole body filled with a terrifying dead air.

The great revenge has not been avenged, and he has no face to see the Changshengtian, and he is unwilling!

But he had no choice.

After an unknown amount of time, Babur finally let out a long sigh, straightened up tremblingly, and walked slowly towards the crazily rolling quicksand river outside the house.

The messenger stood quietly, and when the quicksand returned to calm, Wei Su took off his mask.

-

Qian Zuisheng stood alone on the majestic tower of Huaigu City.

Lei Xiaodong was escorted over trembling.

Qian Zuisheng didn't even frown, and resolutely cut off Qi Lu's palm, and in exchange for Mo Zhuang who was tied up by five flowers.

A rag was stuffed in Mo Zhuang's mouth, his neck was stuck all the way, and his veins were bulging.

As soon as the rag opened Mo Zhuang, he cursed at Qi Yang, saying that Qi Yang was a scourge, and he shouldn't have softened his heart and left him.

Qian Zuisheng wanted to ask about the situation over there, but he couldn't help it.

Mo Zhuang was tired of cursing, so he looked at Qian Zuisheng with a puzzled face: "Where is Xian Jing?"

Qian Zuisheng touched the tip of his nose: "Xian Jing...he's not feeling well...I'll take care of this matter for now..."

Qian Zuisheng was still thinking about how to prevaricate Mo Zhuang, but Mo Zhuang raised his palm first:

"We don't want such a thing to happen. We only blame Qi Yang for being vicious... You tell Xian Jing to let him feel sorry..."

condolences?

What's the matter?

Qian Zuisheng's brain was rumbling.

Mo Zhuang was still babbling: "It's too miserable, it's too miserable... This old man has been in the army all these years, and I've never seen such torture... That Qi Yang who suffered a thousand knives will die... And that Mr. Wen, I really didn't see it..."

Mo Zhuang walked forward while cursing, Qian Zuisheng was stunned and didn't follow, he turned his head and gave Qian Zuisheng a gentle tug, which actually dragged Sheng Sheng back.

Mo Zhuang was startled: "What's wrong with you?"

"Who?"

"Who what?"

"Who was killed?"

"Your Majesty is gone, don't you know?"

Mo Zhuang really didn't know that it was Qian Zuisheng who was in contact with him during this time, and thought that Jiang Xianjing didn't want to make Qian Zuisheng sad, so he deliberately kept it secret.

After he finished speaking, he touched the back of his head somewhat annoyedly: "That...Xian Jing's side... Oh, what's wrong with you, Your Majesty?"

Qian Zuisheng was in a daze, he was only thinking about Jiang Xianjing's reputation.

Thinking about not letting him suffer the slightest grievance.

Qi Huai is Qi Yang's only relative in this world, he wanted to use it to constrain Qi Yang, but he never thought that he would indirectly kill Emperor Dajiang.

Qian Zuisheng gave Jiang Xian a shock drug, which made him unable to move for a while.

At this moment, Jiang Xianjing was behind the screen, Qian Zui could almost hear his steady and quiet breathing.

With soldiers approaching the city, Qi Lu was in hand, Qian Zuisheng should have won the battle, but he faltered and didn't even have the strength to move his legs.

Knowing that Mo Zhuang thought he had caused trouble, he hid far away and went to talk to Wei Cang.

-

There was a scent of tea on the small case, and a bloody palm and half of a phalanx were placed on the tray in front of Qi Yang.

Mr. Wen walked over cautiously, knelt down beside him, and placed his forehead lightly on his knee.

Qi Yang squeezed Mr. Wen's chin, and flipped through Emperor Dajiang's imperial edict.

The more he looked at Qi Yang, his frown became deeper, and he finally threw the paper on the table impatiently: "Isn't this the handwriting of Emperor Dajiang?"

Mr. Wen didn't expect him to know so soon, and his tone was a bit dull: "I didn't expect this old thing to be tough, he refused to cooperate, so I had to do it for him, I have imitated his notes for many years, how can you still recognize it? "

Hearing this, Qi Yang's face instantly darkened.

Mr. Wen buried his head and didn't notice it. He acted like a baby intermittently between movements: "Don't worry, few people in this world can recognize his handwriting..."

Before Mr. Wen could finish speaking, he had already received a heavy kick on the shoulder, and he rolled away with his face flushed before stopping, looking at Qi Yang in disbelief.

Qi Yang's tone was cold: "In this world, there is really no one as stupid as you. You want to fool the civil and military of the court with such a thing?"

"But... now there is no one from Emperor Dajiang in the court..." Mr. Wen was still defending himself with tears in his eyes.

Qi Yang raised his head suddenly, met his watery eyes, dazed for a moment, as if waking up from a dream, hurriedly walked over to help him up: "I'm too anxious, it doesn't matter how serious it is, are you okay?"

Two drops of hot tears flowed down Mr. Wen's eyes, and in the blink of an eye, they sank into the white neckline.

Qi Yang sighed: "Forget it, you have a bodhisattva heart, I shouldn't count on you, where is the person? I will go there myself."

Mr. Wen did not move.

Qi Yang finally smiled: "Can I make amends to you? Don't be petty, take me where he is, and I have something to say to him."

Mr. Wen wiped his cheek with the back of his hand: "Dead!"

The room was extremely quiet, Qi Yang's face was livid: "Are you kidding me?"

Mr. Wen raised his head: "No, I hate him, I will not live in peace if he is alive."

"If he dies, you can live in peace? What about Qi Lu if he dies? Tell me what Qi Lu should do?"

Mr. Wen's body was shaken violently: "Don't we still have Li Qiao? As long as Li Qiao is here, I won't be afraid of Jiang Xian's surprise..."

"Where is Li Qiao?"

Qi Yang's teeth trembled with hatred.

-

Jiang Xian had a bad appetite, so he ate very little for dinner.

Qian Zuisheng hardly moved. Ever since he learned of the death of Emperor Dajiang, he has been like this, staying by Jiang Xianjing's side every step of the way.

Jiang Xian was shocked to know that he couldn't control Qian Zuisheng, but instead became docile, and let Qian Zuisheng manipulate him like a puppet without saying a word.

"Would you like to have another sip?"

Qian Zuisheng held up the spoon, Jiang Xianjing only drank half a bowl of medicine, then refused to open his mouth, quietly leaned back on the couch, and closed his eyes.

Qian Zuisheng thought about it, but still took a candied fruit and moved over.

Jiang Xianjing didn't have much energy and didn't want to kiss him very much, so she frowned slightly.

Unexpectedly, this small gesture annoyed Qian Zuisheng, he pulled Jiang Xianjing's face, and kissed him regardless.

Jiang Xianjing was so angry all the way, and now she didn't want to spoil him anymore, her teeth were chattering, but she just refused to open her mouth.

The two were in a stalemate, Jiang Xianjing's clothes were mostly back, and the smell of blood was on the lips and teeth of the two.

At this moment, the door was knocked lightly three times, Wei Su said with red eyes, "Your Majesty, there is a letter from Jiangling."

Qi Yang was completely frightened by Qian Zuisheng's madness, and he restrained himself from writing, not mentioning the death of Emperor Dajiang.

He only said that as long as Qilu can return to Jiangling Kingdom safely, everything is easy to talk about.

Qian Zuisheng read the letter quietly, then threw it on the candle and burned it.

Wei Su opened his mouth, but he didn't dare to say a word.