Chapter 673： The black-bellied Yueyue came to light (3)

Chapter 673 The black-bellied Yueyue comes to light (3)

Ning Yue spread her hands: "Your Majesty Zhongchang is not at a disadvantage. It can be seen that the emperor has begun to miss you again. I believe that it won't be long before your lord will be reused by the emperor again."

Sikong Shuo smiled disdainfully: "If you lose money, you will agree to you if you are my seat? This seat has not liked you to the point of being hot-headed, so don't take yourself too seriously, Ma Ningyue. If you want to win this seat's heart, you will have to do it all the time. Bowls of noodles are not enough.”

"Farewell, you should keep your heart well by yourself, I have no luck." Ning Yue then poured a cup of tea and raised it, "Happy cooperation."

"Who is cooperating with you? Obviously, this seat rewarded you with a favor!"

"Yes, yes, yes, it was you who gave the little girl a favor. The little girl is very grateful. The little girl is sleepy now, and wants to go home and rest. Let me say goodbye." What? This guy was so quick to talk to her, it made her speechless.

Ning Yue turned around and walked towards the door.

"Yueyue, come here."

Ning Yue was taken aback, wasn't she? Just now he told her not to take herself too seriously, but turned around and called her so affectionately, did he lose his mind?

Ning Yue frowned, and looked back at him: "Don't call me that!"

Sikong Shuo faintly raised his vermilion lips: "Who is calling you? Pretending to be passionate!"

Ning Yue looked around, and in the entire flower hall, apart from the two of them, there was only one little **** left. If she remembered correctly, the little eunuch's name was Xiao Lizi, right? He wasn't calling her, but who was he calling?

Just when Ning Yue was puzzled, a chubby little pink guinea pig ran out from the side hall.

It followed the familiar scent and ran to Sikong Shuo's feet.

Sikong Shuo stretched out his exquisite jade hand, screwed it on the table, and smiled all over the city.

…

In the camp with bonfires burning, on the half-meter-high Sifangtai, and on a wolf's head, there was a man in a state of distress lying on his stomach. It was the third master. A sharp guillotine hung above his neck, and the wolf opened its **** mouth, revealing sharp fangs, ferocious and terrifying.

On the opposite side of the Sifangtai, King Zhongshan led the soldiers to watch the punishment. He couldn’t remember how long it had been since he had dealt with prisoners in such a public manner. . Those who committed petty crimes were dealt with at the hands of the non-commissioned officers, and there were basically no ones who had to spare thousands of people to watch their sentences since entering Beijing.

King Zhongshan sternly said: "Our Xuan family's army vowed to fight to the death to defend Xiliang, you all have your eyes wide open to see clearly, what is the end of collaborating with the enemy, treason, and treachery!"

The night wind was blowing on the face, blowing the flames of the bonfire, making it roll and rise like a fire dragon, spitting out a tongue of flame that wanted to devour everything.

The third master gradually woke up from the coma, looked at the fire dragon with its teeth and claws in a daze, and the cold and disgusted faces. He opened his mouth and said in a hoarse voice: "Help... help... help... I am... three Brother...help..."

But no one will save him. Hurting King Zhongshan’s younger brother is an unforgivable crime! Collaborating with the enemy and treason is an unforgivable crime! Burning Xuanyin on fire is an unforgivable crime! Colluding with Nanjiang women to murder the princess is an unforgivable crime! One by one, one by one, they all violated the belief and bottom line of the Xuan family army. They watched him struggle indifferently, and the flames of excitement danced faintly in their eyes.

The third master felt a sense of despair.

King Zhongshan waved his palm: "Execution!"

Xuan Zhao pulled out his sword, cut off the rope without hesitation, the guillotine fell down, and cut off the head of the third master...

In a pitch-black dark room, oil lamps are like beans.

Ning Yue slowly pushed open the door of the dark room, and a ray of moonlight slipped in from behind her, spread out on the cold, dark floor, in the middle of the floor, Xuan Yin sat on the rattan chair, her slender legs crossed , resting on the hard stone table, the moonlight shrouded him, making his muscular figure more elegant and longer. He stared at the dark front lightly, with a leisurely and carefree expression, feeling the movement in the room, he didn't turn around, but stretched out his hand.

(end of this chapter)