Chapter 152

It seems that some things can't be chosen and avoided after all.

"What are you thinking?"

"Nothing's wrong. Let's go. Nanmen Kairui should go to Fulin palace."

South Gate Kerry's target should be south gate.

Xiyuer put away her confused thoughts and began to remind her.

But originally she thought Huo Yanchen would act after hearing her words, but he didn't even change his expression, still a light look.

"You know that for a long time, don't you?"

Yes, he is Huo Yanchen. He doesn't know what Nanmen Kairui wants to do.

"It's time to put an end to his previous feud with his father."

Huo Yanchen holds Xi yue'er's hand and pulls her to the door. Her tone is indifferent. Through the moonlight, the light and shade change in his face.

Xi yue'er instantly understood his mind, and felt a pain in his heart.

It's clear that it's the gratitude and resentment of the predecessors, but the present people bear too much.

"You will regret it in the future."

Huo Yanchen stopped and turned to look into the cold and rational eyes of Xi Yueer.

"No

Will not regret, even if there is pain, it doesn't matter, just for all the enmity.

"That's good."

She gave a smile and clenched his hand.

She is most afraid that Huo Yanchen's decision will hurt himself in the end. Now he says he doesn't regret it, so she believes that she just needs to stand beside him.

As soon as they got to the door, there was a rush of footsteps outside the yard. Huo Yanchen took xiyue'er to his arms and flashed behind the door.

In the moonlight, a woman rushed into the hospital.

"Little master can be here."

She stopped in the courtyard and looked at the wide open door. She seemed suspicious and didn't move forward. She just called inside.

After two calls, no one answered, she realized that it was wrong. Her face changed and she turned around in a hurry.

But before she left, a shadow came down from the wall and blocked her way.

"You, you are not by me..."

The woman saw Mo Fei standing in front of her safe and sound with her sword. Her expression was like seeing a ghost. How could the person who was stabbed by her be safe and sound.

Mo Fei sneered at the woman and did not speak. He just murmured:

"It seems that the Lord has already died."

"You did it on purpose, you did it on purpose, you rescued me on purpose, in order to follow me here."

The woman indignant way, complexion ruthless fierce, drew out the weapon.

"Ha ha, you are not stupid. After I got out of prison, I deliberately left my back to you, just to give you a chance to escape."

It was originally his plan with Huo Yanchen, but also a bet that she would come to find her master after she fled, and take this opportunity to find Nanmen Kairui and Xi Yueer.

And he was wearing that gold armor, so he was safe.

When the woman heard that she had been fooled, she trembled with anger and looked at the empty room behind her

"Unfortunately, there is no one here. I'm afraid you will be disappointed."

Hearing what she said, Mo Fei was surprised. He thought he was wrong. He thought Xi yue'er was taken away by Nanmen Kairui.

Think of this, some face with some anxiety, the next second has become a shallow smile.

"Who said that? I'm afraid it's you who are disappointed."

Huo Yanchen and Xi yue'er come out from behind the door. They don't wait for the woman to open her mouth. The stones that fly out of the door have already touched her acupoints and set her in the same place.

Mo Fei took the opportunity to pull off the mask on her face, but it was an extremely ordinary face.

"Miss four is safe."

Mo Fei bows to Xi yue'er, who is walking down the steps. His tone is respectful with a trace of concern, and his cold eyes are soft.

Looking at the two people who came together under the moon, he thought that maybe he was really wrong before.

Huo Yanchen only in front of Xiao ran will show a juvenile smile, and Xiao ran also only in front of Huo Yanchen is not like other people's eyes so cold.

If Huo Yanchen is the cold snow on junyang mountain for thousands of years, Xiao Ran is the proud snow lotus growing quietly on the snowy mountain.

Not to mention the warm and cold, in one place, it is a painting, a perfect match.

On the bed, the drugged nanmenyu is taking a nap.

"Tell the emperor, the king of Henan will see you."

Outside the hall, Fuhai's voice trembled a little.

In the middle of the night, the king of Henan asked to see him? Nanmenyu opened his eyes and helped himself up by the palace maid who was waiting on him.

The door of the hall opened, and a touch of luxurious purple stepped into the hall. His face was condensed, and he was holding a bloody sword in his hand. Fuhai bowed and followed him in panic.

The purple figure walks slowly towards the couch. The blood drops from the tip of the sword are on the marble floor in front of the hall, strangely silent.

Nanmenyu was suddenly shocked and trembled.

"What's the matter when you come late at night?"

His face, which was already ill, was even worse.

"My son wants the throne."

The purple color stood still in front of the couch in the south gate, with a calm look, but with a very observable coldness in his eyes.

It's just that he didn't see the dense fog in the hall. He was just surprised that Huo Yanchen, who was still indifferent in the daytime, came late at night for the throne.

The tension on his face relaxed, and nanmenyu held back the palace maid beside him, leaving only a sea of happiness.

"You have done what you promised me."

The throne will be replaced by Xiao Ran's life.

"Here it is."

The sword with blood was thrown in front of nanmenyu in a indifferent tone.

Nanmenyu was stunned. It took a long time to reflect that the person in front of him meant that Xiao ran had been killed by him.

Obviously, nanmenyu didn't believe it. He took a deep look at Huo Yanchen and waved to let Fuhai pass.

"Send someone to the prison as soon as possible."

Fuhai lowered his eyes, and his face became more and more frightened. He answered and ran out of the hall.

There was a night wind outside, and the door of the hall was closed by Fuhai. There were only three of them in the hall. He bowed his body and hung his head to one side.

For a moment, the room was quiet. Maybe the wind from the window made nanmenyu uncomfortable. Suddenly, he coughed violently and coughed up some blood.

His hair was gray, his face was haggard and tired, and the emperor was dying and in a mess.

Fuhai couldn't bear to walk in his eyes. He wanted to go forward for the south gate, but when the cool eyes of the people standing by the window came, he stopped and lowered his head.

"Sui'er... Go... Close the window."

Nanmenyu gasped, one hand stroked his chest, his face was in pain, and the other hand held the sleeve of the person beside the bed.

The fist in the sleeve clenched slowly, nanmenyu's hand was whisked away slowly, and the purple stepped back.

He is not Huo Yanchen. Why does Kairui want to kill his father and kill his family to close the window.

With a look of unusual indifference, nanmenyu was a little stunned for a moment.

"Sui'er... You..."

"I'll close the window. The servant who went to the prison to check has not come back yet. I can't let the damned night wind hurt the emperor's body. Do you want me to send someone to see the imperial doctor?"

On one side, Fuhai saw that the south gate was not looking right. He quickly opened his mouth, walked to the window and closed the window. It was like a reminder that the servant who was going to check in the prison had not come back. He bit a few words heavily.