Chapter 393 A Shrew Headed Home 91

  The forty-year-old King Heng was in a daze by the sudden smashing of the pie. He looked at Wen Yanqing in surprise, wondering why he should be called.

  "You, why are you..."

  "When did I say that I wanted this seat?" Wen Yanqing smiled lowly, "I just hope you can be a Mingjun, don't follow him."

  The foolish King Heng looked at Wen Yanqing, and then at Emperor Cheng De.

  All the dust settled.

  The ministers knelt down one after another and congratulated in unison, "See the emperor! Long live my emperor!"

   "Second!" Emperor Chengde placed hope on King Heng and stared at his eyes.

  Heng, who has always been used to being ignored and insulted, suddenly licked his lips and reacted. He squeezed his fist and looked at Emperor Chengde, and asked with a soft smile: "Father, do you remember how my mother died?"

   In a word, blocking all of Chengde's back road.

  He fell slumped, and he was sorry for everyone except himself.

  Mu Guifei fought for favor with the queen and framed the queen. Emperor Chengde deliberately suppressed the empress's mother family, so he took advantage of the trend, seized her phoenix seal, and restrained her in Weiyang Palace.

  The queen who has the name of a queen, but has no real power, lingers on under the power of Concubine Mu, and is finally depressed and unhappy.

  The corners of Wen Yanqing's clothes were blown by the wind, and the violent cold wind hit the human face like a knife.

  He didn't know which corner his mask was left in. He narrowed his narrow eyes, and the scar at the end of his eyes was not very clear in the dim light.

Wherever    passes, all soldiers will automatically make way for him.

  Blood and corpses all over the ground.

  His mother died on this day, and the body disappeared in the fire. He wanted to collect the remains, but he didn't know where to find it.

  However, Wen Yanqing is also glad that the snow is so heavy that it can make the pictures he touched by his eyes less dazzling.

  The blood was stepped on the boots, and the snow-white figure gradually merged with the snow in the sky.

  Step by step, walk through the vermilion palace wall.

  The thin back figure, in the vast snow, is like a lonely wandering soul, not knowing how to go home.

  ……

  Su Yan sits from noon until dusk sinks.

  Mo Tan has passed out of the pain, and the flesh of her entire arm is lost.

  Mo Yun, another great palace lady, walked in hurriedly and attached to Concubine Mu’s ear.

   "No news yet?" Mu Guifei frowned.

  Su Yan chuckled when she heard the words, which evoked Concubine Mu’s stern look.

"why are you laughing?!"

   "I laughed at you too naive, no need to wait, I can tell you clearly that your son can't come back. No matter whether he succeeds in pushing the palace, he will not be able to come back alive."

  From the moment Su Yan saw Concubine Mu, Su Yan knew that all her guesses were correct.

  The only thing she didn't expect was that her little son was so smart that he not only wanted the life of Mu Guifei and the Sixth Prince, but also made him bear an eternal infamy before he died.

   "Shut up!"

  Mu Guifei stood up suddenly and stared at Su Yan murderously. Feeling anxious and constantly looking out.

   "Mo Yun! Go and explore again!"

   "No need, let me tell you personally--"

  Outside the door, a man’s cold voice suddenly came.

  The man walking in slowly, dressed in white, has picturesque eyebrows.

  On that face, a scary scar quietly landed on his side face. Half banished and half Rakshasa, his smile is compassionate, his eyes are full of hostility.

  Until I saw the woman sitting on the chair intact and looking at him with a smile, all the disguise was tender in an instant.

  (End of this chapter)