Fierce Concubine: Reborn as a Vicious Queen

Both of them—

One is handsome and the other is arrogant and frivolous;

One is independent of the world, the other is arrogant all over the sky.

"Your Highness..." Su Yueming looked at Xuanyuan Qihuang. What he gave up so easily was what Xuanyuan Qiche, a bastard, dreamed of, and encouraged Su Buqing to let her use female sex to attack Murong Canghai, and tried every means to get what he wanted

Treasure map.

For the Great Zhou Dynasty, which was suffering from internal and external troubles, as the prince, he would not know how important it is to have this treasure.

But he...

But I gave up.

Xuanyuan Qihuang's vision went beyond the many obstacles and fell on Su Yueming's body—

Su Yueming also looked at him. He was wearing white clothes and was as beautiful as snow. His gorgeous figure exuded a lifelong charm. When the wind blew, his white clothes flew over the evening breeze.

Even at this moment when the sword was tense, he still looked at her with an elegant smile.

The smile seemed to have forgotten everything around him, just like in his Eastern Palace and his study, looking at each other as if no one was watching him.

Murong Canghai's hands trembled slightly in his sleeves.

He had never seen such a look in this woman's eyes-

Touched, gentle, and love.

What she gave him was always indifference, and—

betray!

For the first time, he had tried his best to a woman, but she turned a deaf ear to him and hurt his heart.

"Give me the picture to you, people, give it to me." Xuanyuan Qihuang said to Murong Canghai.

"Kill." However, this is the only word he answered Xuanyuan Qihuang.

The word "kill" seemed to come from the bottom of hell, cold and gloomy, like the messenger of death officially verified a person's end.

Murong Canghai tried his best to make his hand, and Su Yueming felt that Xuanyuan Qihuang in front of him was gone, and Murong Canghai and her fell on the horse.

"Today, let you see in my arms how your beloved man dies." His voice was filled with bone-broken coldness and ruthlessness.

"Kill!" Xuanyuan Qihuang raised the flag in his hand high, and the yellow flag fluttered in the wind, making a rustling sound.

The two armies fought, and for a moment, the sky was gloomy, the black clouds were pressing on the top, and the dust was endless.

Among the sword and sword shadows, the sound of fighting and drum beats are deafening.

The soldiers fell one by one, and the bodies were built one by one. The air was filled with a strong smell of blood, which was disgusting.

Su Yueming clenched his fists and watched Xuanyuan Qihuang lead the soldiers to fight bloody battles! His white robe fluttered in the wind, and was unconsciously stained with blood, like the red plums in winter, blooming.

Murong Canghai embraced her and stood on the horse, expressionless from beginning to end, and his arrogant and cold eyes were almost numb to the bloody scene in front of him.

"Ah!" Only a scream was heard, and a soldier from the Great Zhou rushed towards Murong Canghai with a sharp sword in his hand.

Murong Canghai's eyes flashed, and a trace of murderous aura emanated from—

"ah!"

Su Yueming hardly saw how he used the sword, and the clamoring soldiers of the Great Zhou fell at their feet.

The tip of his knife dripped down, drop by drop, and fell to the ground.

Gradually, the momentum of the Great Zhou gradually weakened, a gap was opened, and the rest began to collapse like a flood and began to collapse.

Even though Prince Xuanyuan Qihuang himself is good at his skills and strategy, Dazhou has long been like a rotten fruit, and he can't resist the elite troops that Murong Canghaihua has trained for ten years. The two of them-

One is handsome and the other is arrogant and frivolous;

One is independent of the world, the other is arrogant all over the sky.

"Your Highness..." Su Yueming looked at Xuanyuan Qihuang. What he gave up so easily was what Xuanyuan Qiche, a bastard, dreamed of, and encouraged Su Buqing to let her use female sex to attack Murong Canghai, and tried every means to get what he wanted

Treasure map.

For the Great Zhou Dynasty, which was suffering from internal and external troubles, as the prince, he would not know how important it is to have this treasure.

But he...

But I gave up.

Xuanyuan Qihuang's vision went beyond the many obstacles and fell on Su Yueming's body—

Su Yueming also looked at him. He was wearing white clothes and was as beautiful as snow. His gorgeous figure exuded a lifelong charm. When the wind blew, his white clothes flew over the sleeves in the evening breeze.

Even at this moment when the sword was tense, he still looked at her with an elegant smile.

The smile seemed to have forgotten everything around him, just like in his Eastern Palace and his study, looking at each other as if no one was watching him.

Murong Canghai's hands trembled slightly in his sleeves.

He had never seen such a look in this woman's eyes-

Touched, gentle, and love.

What she gave him was always indifference, and—

betray!

For the first time, he had tried his best to a woman, but she turned a deaf ear to him and hurt his heart.

"Give me the picture to you, people, give it to me." Xuanyuan Qihuang said to Murong Canghai.

"Kill." However, this is the only word he answered Xuanyuan Qihuang.

The word "kill" seemed to come from the bottom of hell, cold and gloomy, like the messenger of death officially verified a person's end.

Murong Canghai tried his best to make his hand, and Su Yueming felt that Xuanyuan Qihuang in front of him was gone, and Murong Canghai and her fell on the horse.

"Today, let you see in my arms how your beloved man dies." His voice was filled with bone-broken coldness and ruthlessness.

"Kill!" Xuanyuan Qihuang raised the flag in his hand high, and the yellow flag fluttered in the wind, making a rustling sound.

The two armies fought, and for a moment, the sky was gloomy, the black clouds were pressing on the top, and the dust was endless.

Among the sword and sword shadows, the sound of fighting and drum beats are deafening.

The soldiers fell one by one, and the bodies were built one by one. The air was filled with a strong smell of blood, which was disgusting.

Su Yueming clenched his fists and watched Xuanyuan Qihuang lead the soldiers to fight bloody battles! His white robe fluttered in the wind, and was unconsciously stained with blood, like the red plums in winter, blooming.

Murong Canghai embraced her and stood on the horse, expressionless from beginning to end, and his arrogant and cold eyes were almost numb to the bloody scene in front of him.

"Ah!" Only a scream was heard, and a soldier from the Great Zhou rushed towards Murong Canghai with a sharp sword in his hand.

Murong Canghai's eyes flashed, and a trace of murderous aura emanated from the air—

"ah!"

Su Yueming hardly saw how he used the sword, and the clamoring soldiers of the Great Zhou fell at their feet.

The tip of his knife dripped down, drop by drop, and fell to the ground.

Gradually, the momentum of the Great Zhou gradually weakened, a gap was opened, and the rest began to collapse like a flood and began to collapse.

No matter how good the prince Xuanyuan Qihuang is and how good he is, Dazhou is already like a rotten fruit, and he can't resist the elite troops that Murong Canghaihua has trained for ten years.