Fierce Concubine: Reborn as a Vicious Queen

Seeing the gaze in Su Yueming's eyes, he smiled bitterly and said, "I didn't expect that the people from our Zuo Prime Minister's Mansion would come with the Seventh Prince and you, either."

She suddenly felt a lot of emotion in her heart. Fate was like a rope, and she actually tied up the people who were originally their own masters and even their enemies together.

She suddenly felt a lot of emotion in her heart. Fate was like a rope, and she actually tied up the people who were originally their own masters and even their enemies together.

She raised her foot and walked into the room, the door was closed.

"Yue'er!"

As soon as she walked into the center of the room, she heard a familiar voice. She looked up and looked over—

I saw Xuanyuan Qilin standing there with a smile on his face. This smile was still elegant and elegant, with the eyebrows that towered into his temples and the thin lips that were ruthlessly pursed, still the same.

However, his luxurious robe was replaced with inconspicuous coarse cloth clothes, and his feet were wearing ordinary cloth shoes.

This is the former dignified seventh prince. He was the emperor's son. He was arrogant. He was handsome and handsome, with a name outside, which fascinated countless women in the capital.

But now, he has lost his country, his title, and everything, and he is even worse than an ordinary civilian.

Ordinary people still have a place to settle down, but he can only live a life of running around. It is unimaginable that he suffered and swallowed a lot of bitterness on the way to find her.

Su Yueming also smiled and called out, "Seventh Prince." As he spoke, his eyes were filled with mist and his voice was choked.

Xuanyuan Qilin walked to her step by step, locking his eyes on him-

"I thought I would never see you anymore. It's great that you stand in front of me now." He was the same, his voice choked, his eyes turned red, his mouth trembled faintly, and his hands tightly held them with restraint.

Let's go.

Listening to such flowers, tears could no longer be stopped, and the tears fell with my face.

Xuanyuan Qilin could no longer control himself. He quickly moved forward, hugged Su Yueming into his arms, hugged him tightly, and he murmured—

"Murong Canghai is so cruel. I thought I would die, but I told myself that I must see you again while alive and see you again."

"Seventh Prince..." Su Yueming raised his hand, patted his back emotionally, and said softly, "You're suffering."

After the national crisis, the two hugged each other, and Su Yueming felt particularly touched.

"Prince, the time for anesthetics is limited, please tell the princess about our plans quickly." Outside the door, Song Siyuan's low voice came, and he was so alert that he was guarding outside the door.

Xuanyuan Qilin came back from the sadness and asked Su Yueming to sit down on the chair beside him.

"What are you going to do when you come to Daqin?" Su Yueming asked.

A deep look of sadness appeared on Xuanyuan Qilin's face, and he said—

"You can't imagine how cruel Murong Canghai was to the Great Zhou Dynasty! After the capital was captured, all the male strength was arrested and killed one by one, without leaving one. The smelly blood stained the whole thing red

In the capital, the crying of women, children, elderly and weak resounded all day and night in the sky, and the entire capital was covered with blood and darkness; what happened in the palace was even more terrible, and it was washed away for three days and three nights! All the concubines, guards, palace maids, and guards were all

Kill, the corpse piled up into a mountain! The father watched the disaster happen but was powerless. He was imprisoned. In the end, except me, no prince could survive. The dead ones were killed, the ones were exiled, the ones were imposed, the ones were imprisoned,

Incarceration, none of them will have good results.”