Princess Chang'an

With the change of dynasties, the imperial palace will undergo bloodbath. The defenders of the royal city have rebelled and took the lead in massacring unarmed palace people. There are heart-piercing screams everywhere...

A Wan was awakened by this scene like a purgatory on earth. She looked at the palace people panicking and unscrupulously searching for valuables in the palace, silently closed her eyes and pretended not to see.

Under such circumstances, she still kindly considered for others, but she never thought that even if she was awake, those people would not care about her as a princess of subjugation.

After rummaging through boxes and cabinets for a while, the last palace official left in a hurry, A Wan sat up silently, and took out the dagger from the pillow.

The dagger was given to her by Song Wan casually. It used to be bare. After she returned to the palace, she matched it with a scabbard.

Awan has never thought of running away, she wants to be a real princess, she would rather be a broken jade than a whole, live because of a hundred branches, and die with a hundred branches, this is the mission of a princess of a country.

Even if there is only one? The subjects are willing to shed blood for Baizhi, her persistence is not a joke...

A Wan pulled out the dagger, and the scabbard fell to the ground with a snap. The sharp blade was flowing with a cold light. It would be a lie to say that she was not afraid. She couldn't stop shaking, and the hands holding the handle were already turning white, but she was so sad Hopeless, he firmly raised his dagger.

"Yue'er, don't do anything stupid, as long as you are willing to marry me, I will ask the regent to keep you..."

A group of people rushed in with blood-stained swords. Shen Jing, the leader, threw a short blade. A Wan just had a miscarriage yesterday and was very weak. He easily knocked out the dagger in her hand.

She froze for a moment, then hurriedly picked up the dagger and pointed it at Shen Jing, with hatred in her eyes, and scolded Shen Jing, "You? Make me feel sick, Mr. Shen, my father brought you? It's not bad, but now you are with a traitor How can you face your ancestors if you are disloyal, unrighteous, benevolent, and filial? How can you face your ancestors?"

A Wan has always been gentle, her voice is gentle and soft like a gentle spring breeze, but at this moment she is hitting the ground? With a voice, the majesty that the royal family should have is vivid and cannot be ignored.

The body under the baggy clothes is thin and thin, but the back is straight, the expression is awe-inspiring and unyielding.

Her eyes are bright, and there is nowhere to hide any filthy darkness in those eyes. Shen Jing unconsciously took a few steps back, and when he reacted, he stepped forward angrily, "Princess Mingyue is so stubborn when she is about to die. Emperor Ming is fatuous and unreasonable? Is the subject just obedient? The public will support the new lord, but it is the princess who stubbornly resists that is the enemy of the world..."

As he spoke, he waved and pushed his subordinates back? Closed the palace door.

The room fell into darkness all of a sudden, and A Wan sensitively noticed that the incense on Shen Jing's body began to spread, and her heart suddenly felt disgusted, and no trace of nostalgia pierced into her abdomen, and the freshness flowed down the handle of the knife, staining red Plain white clothes.

A Wan fell down?

She looked at the panic and madness in Shen Jing's eyes, smiled contemptuously, and even her weak voice sounded like contemptuous contempt, "Baizhi is dead, I am the princess of Baizhi, and I have no face to live on, Shen Jing you? If you still have some humanity, then give me some dignity."

why?

Why are they all reduced to lower ranks? They look down on themselves so much after being imprisoned?Why are they all princesses of the subjugated country, but they still don't see themselves in their eyes?

Shen Jing fixedly stared at her face, stared at her blood-stained abdomen, the gentle mask was cracked layer by layer, and the face was filled with terrible paranoid madness.

A little bit of strength in her body was drained, and A Wan was unable to close her eyes. Tears slowly slipped into her temples from the corners of her eyes. She was not willing to die humiliated in this side hall...

Father, mother, and the unborn child?...

A Wan's consciousness became more and more chaotic, "Song Wan... I will never see you again... I will never see you again..."

"Song Wan?"

Shen Jing suddenly raised his head, his eyes were scarlet, "Why? Why do you? You? Look down on me? You? Would rather have sex with that trash? Not even a mark? Than marry me..."

He seemed to have gone crazy, pulled out the dagger in Awan's abdomen, and began to roughly tear at Awan's clothes. The bleeding wound brought back some of Awan's consciousness. breath, "Go away..."

"One? What kind of chastity are you pretending to be?"

Slap after slap on the face, gradually A Wan could no longer feel the pain. The indifference on her face made Shen Jing even more angry. His blood flowed endlessly, he laughed loudly, and his laughter echoed throughout the hall.

Mu Yao pushed the door open and came in. He kicked the blood-stained dagger under his feet. He paused and looked up. The princess who used to be bright and charming is now like a dirty rag in Shen Jing's hand and crazily threw it on the stone pillar. His body was covered in blood and he looked dead. His eyes were indifferent. After looking at it for a while, he turned around in disgust, "Okay, how long are you going to argue with a dead man?"

Hearing this, Shen Jing instinctively let go of his hand, and the moment he turned his head, he looked respectful and almost flattering, "Your Majesty, here? Just leave it to the minister, why don't you come here in person..."

Before Ming □□ was completely cold, Mu Yao calmly responded with the words "Your Majesty?", and turned around with a big smile, "Where is the imperial decree for the conferment of the princess? Don't lose it, it will be very useful for the king to keep it."

"Your Majesty? Please don't worry, the subject has been handed over to Xi'er? Keep it safe and it will never be lost."

"Xi'er?"

Mu Yao's smile turned cold. Seeing that his mood was obviously wrong, Shen Jing hurriedly said, "I rescued a Kunyin Lord from Shen Xing's private prison. He knows some kung fu..."

As he was talking, Lord Kunyin, named Xi'er, walked in waving a round fan, while Yan Yandongri was dressed in tulle, and bowed to the two of them, his eyes were full of charm.

With just one glance, Mu Yao looked at Shen Jing with a half-smile, "A prostitute too?"

Shen Jing understood what he meant, not only was he not angry, but he also took the opportunity to show his loyalty, "Yes, I saved her life, she is very loyal to me..."

His mother was not a singing girl, but a prostitute in a brothel. She met Shen Xing overnight and gave birth to him.

He grew up in a brothel, received customers at the age of 13, met Mu Yao at the [-]th, and has met a nobleman ever since.

"Is it okay to be obedient?" Mu Yao turned around, took two steps and then turned back, "Unlucky, let's throw her in a mass grave together with those palace people. It is unfortunate that she died in the palace chaos."

"Yes."

After Mu Yao left, Shen Jing wiped the blood from his hands. Before he could speak, the beautiful woman named Xi'er opened her mouth first and said, "Lord Shen, the shadow guards of Emperor Ming? Suddenly appeared? The queen is saved, I am invincible..."

Her face was full of worry and guilt. Shen Jing hesitated for a moment, then comforted me in a gentle voice: "It's okay, Your Majesty? I know better than you that Emperor Ming attaches great importance to the Empress. I will definitely not blame you."

Having seen his vicious side, no matter how gentle he is at the moment, he can't get in.

The glamorous woman nodded her head and said again: "Your Excellency, go and do your work. Just leave this place to me."

Shen Jing looked back at the bloody man on the ground, and became irritable in an instant, "Don't throw it away at the mass grave, or at the Hulang mountain, I want this? The bitch has no bones left after being eaten by wolves and tigers..."

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"Must? Be alive, master? Waiting for you..."

The pill was stuffed into his mouth, but he couldn't swallow it anyway. The man's tone was anxious, with a little vibrato that should not be noticed.

Awan fell into the darkness for a long time, and saw a glimmer of light in a trance, struggling to survive? Go...

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