Chapter 921

The carriage stopped slowly. Murong nishang, dressed in a Dragon Robe, rolled down from the horse and walked to meet song Ningyu.

She frowned and looked at Song Ningyu: "sister, can I take back the capital without hurting one soldier!"

Gong Zilin glanced around and frowned slightly: "Your Majesty, if you want to be powerful, you must dye the palace with blood!"

Murong nishang's eyebrows gradually became cold and stiff. She said to song Ningyu rigorously, "I know my sister and brother-in-law's martial arts are unfathomable, so I have an unkind request."

"I can help you, but I also have a condition." a light flashed in Gong Zilin's eyes. It would be a good thing if he could win the western country without a single soldier.

"As long as I can kill the rebellious minister, I am willing to surrender to Tangguo!" Murong nishang's tone is quiet. She has received the news that Su Heyun, the generation God of war of Tangguo, is about to kill. Instead of struggling and making sacrifices, she might as well surrender first and seek what she wants!

Song Ningyu's legs are almost better, but if she steps into the land of bullets alone, there is still a problem. Gong Zilin stands beside song Ningyu and smiles like a cunning fox. A signal bomb rises from Gong Zilin's hand. The person who used to bow and arrow suddenly changes shape!

There was civil strife in the city, and there was a sound of fighting everywhere. Murong nishang looked at Gong Zilin and almost worshipped: "brother-in-law, when did you prepare..."

Gong Zilin picked his eyebrows: "it starts from when the wind building was established in the northern region."

At the beginning of the speech, the huge copper door has been slowly opened. Countless royal guards hold weapons in their hands and follow the eight dark guards step by step.

The little empress turned over and got on her horse and said, "Mu Yingtang! You are the leader of my imperial army. Do you really want to help the rebellious minister rebel against our western country!"

With a clear voice, the leader of the imperial forest army sneered: "shameless child, your majesty has already been buried for a long time. You can't cheat me! General Xuanwu, I'm going to kill you traitor for your majesty today!"

Song Ningyu noticed the fierce and domineering general Xuanwu sitting on the horse with a long gun.

He glanced at Song Ningyu with a cold and solemn tone: "thank you for protecting your majesty!"

He rushed into the gate of the palace with his gun and horse. Countless soldiers rushed in with general Xuanwu. His fierce posture attracted countless people to give way.

Song Ningyu and Gong Zilin protect the little empress behind them. They chase the army towards the main hall.

There was no one in the main hall. Only one Wens sat firmly on the throne. His handsome look was very calm. Sitting on the throne, he seemed to be waiting for them.

The little lady threw the blood on the long sword and became bloodstained in her Dragon Robe. She sneered at the people sitting in the big seat: "Wens, do you do it yourself or I will do it!"

Murong nishang's eyes were stained with cold killing intention. She came out of the extremely cautious soldiers and stood straight in front of Wensi, who was also wearing a Dragon Robe, and the sword in her hand was still slowly dripping blood.

Wensi stretched out his hand to Murong nishang and smiled: "come and sit with me."

General Xuanwu clenched the long gun in his hand and whispered a warning: "if you become a king and defeat an enemy, what qualifications do you have to speak!"

Murong nishang looked very calm. She slowly stood in front of Wensi. Winston reached out and took her in his arms.

A dagger passed through Wensi's chest, Murong nishang bit her lips, her eyes were slightly red, and her fingertips were constantly shaking.

WENCE stroked her hair with a big hand and said with a low smile, "nishang, you should... Remember, Xuanwu... Can't be trusted!"

Murong nishang was stunned in his arms and said in a cold voice: "you... Rebellious, as the Regent, unexpectedly... Seek power and usurp the throne!"

WENCE held Murong nishang's face and smiled: "I wanted to wait... After killing general Xuanwu... Welcome you back with the throne... Unfortunately, you should remember not to believe Xuanwu..."

WENCE's hand slipped from her face and he fell on the throne belonging to Murong nishang. Murong nishang stood in front of the throne, looked at Wensi's lips with a smile and closed his eyes, and sighed for a long time.

When general Xuanwu stepped on the golden throne, the long gun in his hand suddenly drew out. Song Ningyu blocked Murong nishang at the moment he drew out. A long sword drawn by Gong Zilin penetrated general Xuanwu's chest.

General Xuanwu bowed his head and looked at the long sword in his heart. With a bang, he fell on the Golden Dragon platform and rolled down with the steps.

Murong nishang's eyes were almost sad and cold. She knelt down in the chair where WENCE was lying and looked down at the hand stained with the blood of the Regent. Two lines of tears fell down like rain. She sneered at herself: "it's me... Deserve it!" it was hard to distinguish right from wrong in the court!

Song Ningyu explored Wensi's pulse, twisted her eyebrows, and said to Murong nishang, "send someone to the capital of the Eastern Emperor immediately, invite King Helian, and then go to the holy snow book to invite the master of the holy medical Pavilion. He... May be saved."

Murong nishang shook her head. She looked almost desperate: "it's no use. I... I put poison on the dagger and seal my throat with blood."

Song Ningyu frowned and looked down at the dagger. There was a trace of cyan on the dagger. All her money had been used up

"Nishang, calm down. What you put on is not poison, but cyan powder!"

Song Ningyu carefully opened Wensi's clothes, and the silver needle in his hand kept falling. Murong nishang hurriedly climbed up from the ground and gave orders to the soldiers outside the door. Now Murong nishang is the king, and all the people scattered one after another.

All the doctors in the imperial hospital came and sent a lot of wound medicine, silver needles and needles.

The whole palace fell into empty tension. A few drops of sweat flashed on song Ningyu's face. Gong Zilin stood aside and wiped her with his hand.

Murong nishang sat by the bed, his eyes blankly without emotion.

After song Ningyu finished her work, her clothes were wet. She took the handkerchief handed by Gong Zilin and said to Murong nishang, "he can last up to two days. Nishang, we can only do our best and listen to heaven."

Murong nishang sat on the big dragon seat and nodded. The mottled blood on her body reflected like plum blossoms. The golden dragon eyes were stained with blood, like a fierce beast!

All the ministers were tortured and killed in this war. The whole western country was in turmoil, which also attracted the prying eyes of people from other countries.

Murong nishang sat on the throne with a cold look in her eyes: "what I want to be is never an emperor, sister. In fact, I just want to be a carefree and livable woman, but I am the king of the western country. The western country has lived for thousands of years, how can it be destroyed in my hands..."

Song Ningyu rubbed her long hair and sighed silently.

Everyone, how much power and glory she carries, how heavy her back is.

The whole western imperial palace was silent. Even walking was quiet. At night, song Ningyu stood in a brightly lit Pavilion. She could clearly hear the sound of the water.