The Marquis Is Innocent

The mountain and rain in Shu were about to come, and the window was suddenly slapped open by the strong wind, which violently hit the window lattice, making a harsh sound of "pop". The inkstone paperweights on the desk have been swept to the ground. The wind blew up the lost paper and scattered it. The table was in a mess, and several memorials that had been torn in half were scattered.

There was a strong smell of blood in the air. In the pool of blood on the ground, four or five young women in palace attire collapsed. One of them was not completely dead. Her originally beautiful eyes were half-open and half-closed, her lips were weakly open, and a string of pans spewed from the corners of her mouth. The blood foam looks like a dying fish struggling in the blood.

They were all concubines of the Empress Liu Yan. The youngest Concubine Liu was only thirteen years old. Her father was the prefect of Tianshui. She was hurried to accept it when the Empress retreated to Chencang. It took less than half a year for Chencang to fall. The emperor fled all the way to here, Baocheng in the middle of Shu.

But now, these beauties of their youth are all dead.

Just a moment ago, Liu Yan called these women over and watched his **** Liu Shan kill them.

"Your Majesty! Your Majesty! Forgive me, forgive me! My father will **** me with rescuers! Your Majesty—"

Concubine Liu's face was stained with blood, tears like broken pearls falling down her terrified face that was still childish. The pale yellow palace dress on the chest was soaked into a bright and dazzling orange red by the blood flowing from the side of the neck.

Liu Shan had already slashed her neck just now. Perhaps the blade had killed too many people, and it was blunt and rolled, but she managed to avoid it. The wound on her neck was not yet fatal. She fell to the ground, her head tilted, and her neck was gurgling with blood, while she crawled forward with her hands and feet, trying to escape this room full of blood and death.

Behind her, there was a meandering bloodstain that was dragged out after crawling over.

The Empress Liu Yan had a handsome face, but his expression was as blank as a lifeless wooden clay sculpture. His eyes did not look at Concubine Liu, who was begging for mercy. He passed over Concubine Liu's head and stared blankly at the city gate that he couldn't actually see in the distance.

Baocheng couldn't hold it any longer, it was broken.

In his ears, he seemed to have heard the thunderous cheers and roars of Ni Yan's soldiers after they broke the city. It won't be long before they rush here.

Two years ago, Wei Shao, a warlord who lived in Yanyou in the north of the Han Dynasty, destroyed Xing Xun, who had established himself as emperor in Luoyang. With Luoyang falling into his hands, the world's nine states, eight out of ten, nine also came into his account. At the end, the general situation was set, Wei Ni immediately became the emperor in Youzhou, and the country was named Yan, and then the emperor Liu Yan was forced to start all the way westward.

This long road westward retreat, beside him, the civil officials fled one after another, scattered and scattered, military generals died, and descended, and when they reached Baocheng, there were only a dozen or so loyal to the Han Dynasty who still died to protect him. Old minister.

Now, the last two thousand soldiers are gone.

He had nowhere to go.

Liu Fan's face was already splattered with blood, and he looked like a ghost. He gritted his teeth and forced Concubine Liu, who was still pleading, to the door, and slashed down from the back.

With a dull "puff", the girl didn't even make a sound. The whole head hung weakly to the side from the original position of the neck, twisted into a strange posture, the soft body was like a noodle bag, and there was no sound. fell to the ground.

Warm blood spurted out of his neck uncontrollably, splashing half of the wall. Concubine Liu's limbs were still twitching at first, but slowly, they stopped, and they didn't move at all. Only the eye that emerged from the clump of hair was still staring at the opposite side. The freshness in the eyes quickly faded. Exudes a deep dark blue death.

"Your Majesty, Queen..."

Liu Shan dragged the blade and rolled up, standing still from the **** knife, looking at Xiao Qiao, who was trembling slightly on the couch.

Liu Yan turned around slowly, his out-of-focus eyes fell on Xiao Qiao, staring at her, his eyes finally no longer blank, and slowly condensed sadness, reluctance and heavy pain.

He walked towards Xiao Qiao step by step, and finally walked in front of her, his cold fingers caressed her face lightly, and suddenly hugged her tightly in his arms, with such great strength, It seemed that he wanted to smash her into pieces and embed it into his own flesh and blood inch by inch.

"Manman! Manman! Your family was killed by Wei Ni, and your sister was deposed and killed by Wei Ni. I know you hate that Wei Ni to the bones. I wanted to take revenge for you and send troops to retaliate, but I am so angry. It's over, I can't go back to heaven! I can't bear to let you fall into the hands of thieves and suffer humiliation. Manman, I will kill you first, then I will follow you, you and I will be husband and wife in the next life!"

"Your Majesty, the 15th concubine is your wife. Your Majesty treats your concubine with deep love and righteousness. If Your Majesty goes, how can a concubine live alone? My concubine is willing to be with you, forever and ever, and never be separated!"

The girl whose nickname was Manman, with a snow-skinned and flowery appearance, was born with a flawless beauty like jade. At this moment, although her face was completely bloodless, her face was also stained with tears, but her eyes were full of eyes when she looked at the Empress. Perseverance and determination.

She pushed Liu Yan away, stood up by herself, closed her eyes slowly, and raised her chin slightly. At that time, the wind was blowing through the clothes, and the robes were dancing wildly, and the whole person seemed to be fluttering.

Liu Yan burst into tears, let go of her, stood up abruptly, and pulled out his long sword with a loud noise.

"what-"

Accompanied by Liu Yan's piercing roar, the icy sharp blade pierced deeply into her warm and soft heart.