Chapter 660

"More years, why don't we go in and have a look!" Leng Qingyan asked tentatively.

After thinking for years, he wanted to nod. He stretched out his hand to grasp Leng Qingyan's hand. Leng Qingyan avoided his hand and walked in.

There are broken chairs and tables cut by knives everywhere in the post station, as well as some fragmented wine jars. The scene is very messy. There are traces of blood on the ground. You can see that there has also been a bloody storm here. Looking at the fighting traces inside, it is not difficult to see that there are a lot of people in each other.

Wu Yuexi knelt on the ground. At her feet lay a corpse, a corpse charred by the fire. Her body trembled gently and seemed to hold something in her hand. Leng Qingyan walked over and shouted her name.

"Yuexi!" she patted Wu Yuexi on the shoulder. Her back was tight. She felt the touch of Leng Qingyan slowly relax. She raised her scarlet eyes and looked at Leng Qingyan. Big tears fell down in the blink of her big eyes.

"Sister Qingyan, my father... My father..." Wu Yuexi fiercely hugged lengqingyan's thigh, tears wet her train, and her body jerked. She couldn't say a complete word.

Leng Qingyan reached out and gently touched Wu Yuexi's hair. His sight fell on the charred body on Wu Yuexi's knees just now. There was no good meat all over the body. He had a short body. His face could not see this person's face. His body looked a little like Wu Jiang.

As the Minister of rites, how did Wu Jiang come here?

"Yuexi, how do you know this is your father?" Leng Qingyan asked.

Wu Yuexi raised her weeping face and held out her hand. In the palm of her hand was a waist token with Wujiang written on it. She looked at Leng Qingyan with tears in her eyes and said, "this waist token belongs to my father. I saw the name engraved on it with my own eyes. My father has carried it for so many years. My father can't be wrong. I just saw the mark on my father..."

Wu Yuexi said that she could not cry behind her. Tears fell down like broken pearls. Her body trembled gently and her mood was very excited.

"Some things can be imitated. All you have to do now is calm down, write a letter to your family, ask about the situation, and then make a conclusion."

"Calm down! Sister Qingyan, how can you calm me down? Can you calm down if your father dies now? Yes! It's not your father, not your father, of course you can calm down!!!"

"I will burn incense to celebrate Yun Yaotian's death!" the cold voice could not hear any emotion.

Wu Yuexi slowly stood up, looked at Leng Qingyan with red eyes and continued: "Leng Qingyan, if you don't care about this father, why do you escape from the palace? Don't talk too early now. Your father may be dying now. I'd like to see how you calm down at that time!"

While talking, Wu Yuexi's eyes glared round, looked at Leng Qingyan, stepped back a lot, and a sarcastic smile hung at the corners of his mouth.

Wu Yuexi suddenly changed her face, which surprised Leng Qingyan. She just wanted to comfort Wu Yuexi. She didn't know what she said was not good enough to provoke her. Leng Qingyan approached Wu Yuexi a few steps and wanted to hold her hand and comfort her again.

"Yuexi..."

"Over the years, didn't you say that as long as you leave the palace, you will..."

Wu Yuexi looked at Yu Nian with tears in her eyes. She was more excited. She was interrupted by Yu Nian before she finished her words.

Yu said coldly, "Wu Yuexi, you'd better think clearly before you speak. Once you say something, you should know what the consequences will be."