Disgraced Consort

Only this press, Xi Yan contained a very strong force, but the focus of this force is the chest.

The wound healed on the chest cracked again, and a sweet rush came up, and her throat seemed to have something to gush. She closed her lips tightly and only lowered her head. Nalan Jingde saw this situation and knew it. Not good, immediately release the hand covering Yu Yan:

"Xiao Yan, what's wrong? It's not good to be a father, and it makes you angry and attacked again."

While holding his hand to Yu Yan, Yu Yan's hand holding the switch slid softly, and his body slumped on the chair.

Pale face, no trace of anger, Rao is so, her lips are still closed.

Even though the eyes are in darkness, his thoughts are clear.

Yin Qi Cang, she wants him to be good.

This is the only thing she can do for him, compared to what he does for her, which is nothing.

Because, Nalan Jingde can make Yin Qi Cang hear these words, and will not let him go out alive.

And she didn't know what else to do for Yinqi Cang to keep him alive.

It can only be delayed for a while.

Nalan Jingde hugged Xi Yan and turned back out of the stone chamber. The moment he emerged from the stone chamber, Xi Yan's lips overflowed with a mouthful of blood, which was so red, just like, a few years ago, the woman's chest Like the blood splattered, his eyes were burning red.

This was not his daughter. He didn't need pain. The soft lines on his face instantly became hard again.

Yinqi Cang watched as Xi Yan's figure disappeared. He knew that this woman, for him, must have hurt herself.

Only in this way, Fang joined the old man's temptation, and temporarily left his life.

In fact, this life remains, and death is almost the same.

If it weren't for her, he would rather die than suffer such humiliation and humiliation.

Just being alive means that there may be a chance to look at her.

It was nice to see her with a curvy smile.

But, see you today. What he saw was only his Yan Yan, who was so seriously injured. Who hurt her?

He silently hung his unwilling face, his heart, and pain.

These pains, grasping his persevering thoughts, finally let him burst out from his throat, and growled in depression.

Of course, no one will hear.

Xi Yan woke up again and heard only Nalanfu's voice of concern:

"Sister, are you better?"

She nodded and felt numb in front of her chest. It seemed that she walked in front of the ghost door and her bones were more and more tossing.

Naranfu picked up a celadon bowl:

"Come on, this is Xueyan porridge, it is for qi and blood."

By scooping a spoonful of porridge, and approaching Xi Yan, his voice sounded low:

"I know that the father's approach is really unacceptable, little girl, don't go to your heart, over there, the elder brother will take care of him."

Xi Yan's lips swallowed a mouthful of porridge. With this sentence, the porridge was contained in his mouth.

Naranfu, but they all saw it.

"Don't talk, here, there are things monitoring people everywhere." Nalanfu picked up the veil and wiped the stain on her lips, and her voice returned to normal. "Look at you, it's still like an hour."

She swallowed the porridge, and Nalanfu scooped up a spoonful of porridge and brought it to her lips:

"Yinqi Cang is a man. Originally, his father relied on him, let him less interfere in the battle between the two countries, only to take you to Miaoshui, but did not expect that he was contrary to his father's intention, so, in his rate 100,000 When the soldiers made the siege, he followed his father's words. The father ordered the woman to pretend to be you, and sent another dark man to pretend to be a small group of night soldiers, creating the illusion of capturing you. The woman locked her pipa bones with iron claws. The 100,000 soldiers also got poisoned by her father ’s poisonous bombs and were all captured. "

This poison fog bomb is a weapon developed by Nalan Jingde in the past ten years. It was launched by a catapult. At the range, people inhaled poison gas, and they were all unconscious and extremely domineering.

In a word, she couldn't swallow the porridge anymore, but if she didn't swallow it, it was suspicious, and she could only swallow it like chewing wax.

"Drink slowly, and there is." Nalanfu said this in a louder voice, and then lowered his voice again. "This poison fog bomb is also a weapon to conquer Hangjing. Right now, the emperors of both countries are poisoned Captured. In Hangjing City, except for the hundreds of thousands of Miaoshui soldiers, the rest of the troops are buried alive by his father. "

Buried alive? !

That was hundreds of thousands of lives!

Xi Yan wanted to say something, choked in a breath, only coughed violently.

"It also includes the two teams of troops stalemate with artillery on Mule Hill."

Nalanfu said this secretly. When he knew all this, his heart was also impatient.

Even though the Sunda army forcibly opened the city gate, when the two countries' armies met in the city with short soldiers, there were countless deaths and injuries. However, many people were lucky to survive.

His father's fierceness, he can't be said to be wrong, but, he can't completely agree.

Therefore, he chose to tell Xi Yan that he thought she had the right to know this. It also made her understand the fierceness of Nalan Jingde.

Xi Yanning turned to Nalanfu. At this point, Nalanfu understood what she meant:

"Sister, my father's blood lotus religion has indeed grown rapidly in the past few decades. It was Sundi who was aware of it, and then there was the change of Taiyuan Building. The remnant of Jiaoxuelian is just a play where his father let Xun Emperor feel at ease temporarily. It also fulfills his father's mind to go underground. "

He paused and said:

"Sister, don't try to fight against your father. I don't even know how powerful the blood lotus religion is."

In the past, in addition to calming the chaos of the Miaoshui, Nalan Jingde was also effective in rebelling against the blood lotus religion.

But the achievement of this blind eye is the sacrifice of too many lives.

Perhaps, human life is nothing in Nalan Jingde's eyes.

"No matter what, my father always hurts you. Listen to him and don't act on him. I hope we all do well." Nalanfu scooped another spoonful of porridge and fed it to Xi Yan's lips.

Xi Yan shook her face, this shake, I do not know if this sentence to him, or she can no longer take a porridge.

Blood Yan Porridge, after all, is too fishy. Every swallow is bloody.

"Then sleep again." Nalanfu put the bowl down and helped her to lie down. With this help, she heard a low voice and asked:

"Yu, how are you?"

She was still thinking about the man.

Listening to my father's words, it was fortunate that the man penetrated her heart with a sword, and it was a blessing to be able to retrieve a life.

This is love. It's a pity that he really doesn't understand. His world only revolves around his father.

"After inhaling the poison gas, my body is weak and my father is imprisoned. As long as you listen to your father's words, nothing will happen for the time being."

Her hand gently covered Nalanfu's fingertips, and Nalanfu smiled gently:

"Relax, I will take care of the people you care about as much as possible."

In this way, she was relieved.

She doesn't hate Xuanyuanyu, not at all.

Who asked her to open the city gate first and ‘Ambiguous’ behind Bailinan?

Lie down, your chest, and I don't know when, it starts to hurt again.

It won't take long for Nalan Jingde to let her write letters to the elders. If Miao Shui's 200,000 troops cannot be used by him, he will die in the end.

So, this letter, she must send it, but how should it be sent, so that the elders of the soil can take some care?

He frowned, fell asleep, dreamless.

Sure enough, the next afternoon, Nalan Jingde not only came to visit her, but also brought ink and rice paper.

She obeyed the meaning of Nalan Jingde, wrote a letter, wrote a letter, and ordered the elders of the country to use the eagle symbol to call Miaoshui tribal leaders to regain their momentum and gather troops in Hangjing. .

After she finished writing, her face was pale and she couldn't hold her palms, and another spit of blood spurted out. She hurriedly covered it with her hand.

"Xiao Yan!"

Nalan Jingde called out, and Xi Yan held up her lip and wiped her lips.

"I-write it again-"

"Well, you hold it like this, just send it like this, but this blood stain--"

As the saying goes, Nalan Jingde frowned, but Xi Yan said:

"Daughter has a way."

She stretched out her thumb and only pressed her thumb belly down the unstained blood stain. With this press, she exerted a lot of force and pressed her finger up. A clear blood fingerprint appeared on the white On rice paper.

It seems that this is more important for correspondence.

Actually, there is a broken line in the fingerprints. That was formed last night when she plucked her fingertips quietly with praise tips.

Tu Elder is a very attentive person and will surely understand her intentions.

According to her order, the clan soldiers will go to Hangjing, but, after that, the elders of the soil do not have to issue clan soldiers with the contents of her subsequent letters.

The horizontal, taking the homonym of the Miao Shui language, means that the patriarch is in a predicament, the local elders know the specific situation, and the protection of the clan strength is the main strategy.

Nalan Jingde smiled when she saw her do this:

"So, very good."

Then the letter was sealed in wax with wax, and Xi Yan was caring with concern:

"Have a good rest. At least tomorrow, for the Father, please ask the world's first medical doctor to come and see you."

The world's first magician-Zhang Zhong?

Nalan Jingde said that when he did it, Zhang Zhong appeared in front of Xi Yan Couch, but it was the early morning of the next day.

She saw Zhang Zhong's face haggardly, as if they were judged to be two people before.

Nalan Jingde stood aside and opened his lips, with a little unspeakable taste in his voice:

"Zhang Zhong, Xiao Yan's injury is not light, it depends on how you rejuvenate with your wonderful hands, and within three days, let her stay in bed."

Zhang Zhong's expression solemnly:

"I will do my best."

"It's best."

Three days, just three days.

Except for the first night, Zhang Zhong's eyebrows were frowned when he diagnosed the pulse for Xi Yan. Later, he only brought the soup in silence every day, and Xi Yan could not ask him anything, including his inexplicable disappearance in Hangzhou, and why Submissive to Nalan Jingde.

Because, Naranfo said, everything here is under surveillance.

On the evening of the third day, when Nalan Jingde came to Xiyan's room, Xiyan happened to be supported by a maid in red. Nalan Jingde was very happy to see that she could go.

"Xiao Yan, do you know what day is tonight?"

Xi Yan shook her head.

"Today is April 26, your mother's birthday."

The mother's birthday is so strange to her.

Yeah, she didn't know her mother's birthday, it was today, and all she remembered was Chen Yuan's birthday.

Nalan Jingde looked, in a good mood, and held up Yan Yan's hand, but let her sit on the rolling chair and push it out all the way.

Xi Yan was puzzled, but he heard him say:

"Good boy, good daughter. Take your mother tonight with your mother for the father."

He said this, and Xi Yan saw that Zhang Zhong's face was clearly dark.

Of course, it was only dark, and with the gesture of Nalan Jingde, Zhang Zhong also followed.

However, the effort of half a cup of tea went to a palace that also had no Xuan windows.

In the middle, behind the large seat made of nine floating dragons, a lotus-blood lotus is carved, which is the symbol of blood lotus.

Nalan Jingde pushed Xi Yan back towards the blood lotus, where it was crystal clear, like ice and snow.

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