Flower fell to knead to knead her head, very doting.

Wherever she wants to go, he must go with her.

It's a long way from Dongling to Xiling. Su Yuetong and Hua Qingluo, two people without customs clearance documents, rely on Hua Qingluo's lightness skills to fly through the city gate at night. On the third day of their departure, the Dongling palace changed. Chu Yihan issued an imperial edict to make Chu Jinling the prince of Fujun, to take over his throne.

In the Yangxin hall, Chu Yihan lies on the bed, only a weak breath left. Chu Jinling kneels beside his bed, holding the biography zhaoshu and the jade seal, sobbing, "Uncle Huang, I Jinling will live up to Uncle Huang's expectation

Chu Yi Han looked at the top of the tent and said, "don't take responsibility for yourself. Don't take responsibility for Dongling."

Tired, he closed his eyes and ordered Wei Zeyan and others to help him hold the grand ceremony for his accession to the throne. With the last spirit, he asked Mu Xiu, "where has she gone?"

Mu Xiu knelt beside the bed, his eyes were red. "The empress and the flowers fell down and went to the direction of Xiling."

"Xiling..." Chu Yi Han closed his eyes, "good."

When Chu Yihan closed his eyes, Mu Xiu said: "emperor, Yu Wenshu has been waiting on her knees for three days. She wants to see the emperor for the last time, Emperor Do you want to see her? "

It's not that he wants to block Chu Yihan, but that someone like Yu Wenshu will do it for a reason.

Chu Yihan sighed, "let her in."

This life entanglement, it's time to end.

Hua Qingluo accompanies Su Yuetong all the way to Xiling. She looks at her strong way in the daytime and tears secretly in the quilt at night. He is angry and helpless. He wants to turn around and kill Chu Yihan too many times.

But every time Su Yuetong felt sick, he hated that he could not replace her. He threw all his hatred out of the sky.

As soon as she got to the gate of Xiling capital, Su Yuetong couldn't even straighten her waist. The flowers fell down, so she could only be carried into the carriage, where she was covered with a thick blanket, and then let the coachman drive steadily.

Already can hear the voices, Su Yuetong lean on the pillow, face weak open eyes, "we arrived?"

The flower tilted down and lifted the curtain to have a look. "I'm at the gate of the city. I'll find a place to have a rest in the city. Tomorrow I'll go to the imperial palace to find Murong Huan. Anyway, he's not afraid of running away in this city."

Hua Qingluo always tells jokes to make her happy. Su Yuetong seldom smiles and pokes his knee. "You're coming to Xiling. Don't rush into other people's palace."

It's a state-owned law. It's a family rule. It's like a flower falling down. It's a matter of time for people to encircle and suppress people because they don't talk about any rules and etiquette because of their excellent martial arts.

The flower tilted up her legs, and the old God was there. "It depends on Murong Huan's ability."

"Xu --"

the driver stopped suddenly and said to the car nervously, "young master, miss, someone Someone wants to see you

Flower falls subconsciously alert, protect Su Yuetong behind, "who?"

A gentle male voice said, "Miss Su, I'm very tired. I'm here to welcome you."

The flowers fell and lifted the curtain. Su Yuetong saw a gentle and handsome face. Her facial features were more profound and her eyes were more mature. She was gentle with the domineering power of the king.

Murong Huan, who became the emperor, actually came to the gate to meet her.

Flower tilts to fall to embrace Su Yue Tong to get off, still firmly protect her, look up and down Murong Huan, "dare feeling, this is to wait for a rabbit? The timing is so accurate? "