Chapter 832

Yue Wen's eyes, who didn't care at all, sank and drank coldly at Murong nishang: "nishang, I didn't want to explain some things, but you disappointed me."

Yunshui stood beside Murong nishang and put out a graceful curve. He sneered at Yue Wen: "return me. You have the face to call yourself me in front of the orthodox emperor. Tut Tut, nishang, why didn't you tell me that shameless man is the sweetheart you love?"

Murong nishang's face flashed a little pale, raised her head and held her chest high. Only holding song Ningyu's hand did she feel that she had confidence and courage!

"As a mentor of my court, you usurped my throne now. Yue Wen, you are too hypocritical."

The hand holding song Ningyu trembled slightly, and a layer of cold and greasy cold sweat came out of the palm.

The moonlight tore the clouds and folded straight from the sky. The soft moonlight like weaving yarn fell on Murong's pale face, reflecting her face more and more pale.

She held song Ningyu's hand tightly, as if she were holding a life-saving straw, so helpless and so hard.

She took out the falling flower sword from the sailor, cut her robe and threw it on the ground. The snow-white robe folds out a cold white light in the moonlight. The white light enters the eyes and hurts whose eyes?

The wind blew on her and blew her plain yellow veil up. She hung down her slender eyelashes like a feather fan. In the cold air, there was a crisp but decisive voice: "sister, let's go. If they catch up again, they will be killed!"

Murong nishang walked back with song Ningyu. Yue Wen clenched his fist again and stood where he was. The blood in his hand fell to the ground drop by drop. He had no feeling. He watched the carriage restart and chased the moon on the other side of the mountain farther and farther until only a vague shadow disappeared in his sight.

He lowered his eyes and looked at the mottled blood on the ground. The old eunuch who followed him in the wind heard a low sigh. The emperor who had ascended the throne for four days said to him in a sad and helpless tone: "she's afraid she'll never forgive me again. Do you think it's really wrong for me to do so?"

The old eunuch quietly raised his hand, wiped the red corners of his eyes, muttered at the corners of his lips that could stand the skin, and gently comforted: "right or wrong, it's all over now."

Yue Wen looked at the blood on the ground. His blood was also reflected on his bright yellow dragon boots. A palace maid hurried forward to wrap up the wound for Yue Wen. He pushed the palace maid away and said in a disgusting voice: "it's past? Is it past? I thought she was dead, but now she's still alive!"

He hit the golden carriage with a hard blow, and a mottled blood mark flashed on the wall of the carriage. There were several bodies lying around the carriage, looking at the extraordinarily seeping people in the cold moonlight night.

Yue Wen scolded in a low voice, "what does she want? She doesn't want my queen's throne to her! Didn't she say she doesn't want to be an emperor! I leave her back palace vacant! Why doesn't she! She cut off her robe with me! Ha ha, cut off her Robe!"

Yue Wen stood in front of the golden carriage, gnashing his teeth for a long time, and finally set off. He bent down slightly to carefully put away the snow-white broken robe, and sat back in the carriage with a cold face.

Glancing at the mountain road that could not see the road ahead, Yue Wen said in a deep voice, "go back to the palace!"

The low-key carriage on the mountain road was running desperately. Murong was sitting beside song Ningyu in a correct and elegant way. A pale face reflected the night pearl in the carriage, looking more and more pale. She stopped crying, stopped making noise, and even had no fear. She just sat stunned and looked sad.

Yun Shui held out his hand and shook on Murong nishang's face several times. Murong nishang didn't have any expression. Tears filled the long eyelashes but didn't fall down. Yun Shui even wondered how many tears could the thick eyelashes like feather fans hold?

Murong nishang sat and fell asleep against song Ningyu. Yunshui and Lianqing were responsible for a section of the road. Yunshui glanced around vigilantly and slept with a pillow against the rickety car wall.

Murong nishang in Song Ning Yu's arms didn't sleep well. She whispered and talked nonsense all night. When it was slightly bright, she woke up suddenly, stared and scanned the inside of the carriage, sweating all over.

Song Ningyu was silent, took out her handkerchief and handed it to her. She took it with a pale face and wiped the sweat on her face. She was uneasy and grabbed the pure white cotton handkerchief in her hand and muttered, "sister, if I take back the throne, Yue Wen will die."

Yunshui woke up when Murong nishang whispered in her sleep. She stared and Murong nishang smiled coldly: "then why don't you go back and be his queen? Doting on the six palaces alone is much better than your puppet emperor? And no one will say anything about you. With him protecting you, no one wants to harm you again."

No matter what you look at, you seem to see it more thoroughly. This is the benefit of people who like interests. In their eyes, all things will be divided into two kinds in a moment, profitable and unprofitable.

Murong nishang lowered her eyes, tightly held the handkerchief in her hand and said in a cold voice, "rebellious minister, how can she marry me!" moreover, since she is the emperor, she can only marry the emperor's husband. However, the emperor's husband has written regulations in the state regulations of Xigu.

Every emperor's job in the world can only be followed by politics.

Song Ningyu rubbed her eyebrows. She leaned lazily against the soft woven pillow behind her, sleepy with the rising sun.

Yunshui and Murong nishang didn't quarrel with her any more. They became quiet all the way. Yunshui and Lianqing were there. Song Ningyu was also very relieved. He slept for a long time. The carriage went all the way into the border of the east country. This northern region is only half the size of today's Tang country, but its power is intertwined. It's impossible to uproot one power!

As soon as the four horses entered the border of the eastern Kingdom, some soldiers came up and stood in front of song Ningyu's four horses. Qi Qilang, who looked respectful and rigorous, said, "subordinates, please come to meet Mrs. Gong according to the order of our emperor."

Song Ningyu sat up with a gloomy face on her forehead. The carriage bumped all the way. Song Ningyu didn't sleep well. In addition, she was naturally vigilant from time to time. In fact, song Ningyu didn't sleep for so long. She just closed her eyes and didn't speak. It would be hard to fall asleep. What's the matter with the voice of startling birds outside the carriage!

Song Ningyu got out of the carriage and glanced at the crowd dressed by the imperial guards standing around the carriage. The imperial guards felt cold on their backs. They quickly pointed to song Ning respectfully and said with a smile, "please."

Before he finished, song Ningyu spontaneously walked into the carriage, closed his eyes and began to close his eyes.