Playful and cute concubine

Chapter 821
It turned out to be the case.

In this way, everything can be explained clearly.

Maybe he didn't notice a trace of abnormality, but just ignored it subconsciously.

Who would have thought that His Highness Mo of Xiling and Princess Kejing are the same person?

He still remembered the first time he saw her in Xiangguo Temple, the young master was like jade, unique in the world, like a handful of snow, deserted and indifferent.

Lou Mingyue couldn't recover for a long time.

If she was Xiling Mo of Xiling, then how could she die so easily?Her sky is not in Fenghuan.

And in Xiling.

……

The setting sun in Beiyan is scarlet like blood, reflecting the barren desert and lush wilderness red.

The big tent of the king's court, and even all the tents within a few miles were blazing into the sky!

Screams and venomous cursing rose to the sky.

Not only the cavalry of Beiyan, but even the army that Muzi came to support has been turned into fertilizer for the endless grassland.

Tens of thousands of Feng Huan soldiers in armor looked indifferently at the screaming roar from a distance, Beiyan Royal Court... will be history now!

Beiyan in May is the peak season for vegetation growth, but at this moment, no one would think of this.

The general at the head of the army looked gloomy and indifferent, and the battle armor on his body was already stained red with blood. The shocking blood color complemented the setting sun in the sky and the flames of the burning tent.

"Your Majesty, this person is Helian Chun!"

"Xiao Yi is not in the tent."

The soldiers escorted He Lianchun, who was in a panic, to kneel on the ground. He Lianchun trembled all over, and his mind was a little blurred with fright, blood splashed on his face and clothes.

Feng Xie was holding a whip in his hand, his cold eyes were as sharp as a falcon.

Between his brows, there is a dazzling scarlet cinnabar that burns like a flame, and his thin red lips are evil and enchanting, but his voice is as cold as ice for a thousand years.

"I heard that you sent someone to hijack my queen's carriage?"

"Your Majesty, spare your life! Forgive me! Xiao Yi did this! It wasn't me! It wasn't me!" Helian Chun's face turned pale, he didn't want to die!He doesn't want to die!

Feng Xie sneered, but there was no trace of warmth in his charming facial features, and his blue pupils were as dead as stagnant water, only the coldness and cruelty could be seen.

For more than two months, he frantically searched all the places, but...no...there is no sign of Mo'er anywhere!
What they found were only a few corpses in the Luo River, no one could survive in such a situation, let alone his Mo'er was still pregnant with a child...

Feng Xie chuckled at Yao Si, he slowly walked up to He Lianchun, and kicked He Lianchun over with one kick!

"Forgive me!" He Lianchun fell to the ground all at once!
The toes of the boots lifted Helian Chun's chin, and his pupils were gloomy and cold.

Forgive me?

Did you think of Mo'er who spared him when you set the fire?
When kidnapping Mo'er, did you think that Mo'er was still pregnant? !

Forgive me?

Who spared Mo'er again?Who can spare him!

Feng Xie knelt down in front of He Lianchun, her voice full of bewitchment was low and alluring. "Tell me, where did Xiao Yi go?"

"I...I don't know...he escaped..."

"It seems that I really don't know." Feng Xie was a bit bored, he stood up straight, his eyes were indifferent as if he was looking at ants.

Click!

He Lianchun's neck was broken by stepping on it.

His eyes looked through the burning fire, and there was no ups and downs at the bottom of his eyes.

Xiao Yi, where can the subjugated slaves escape?

"Master, I found him." Jin Ye's voice was much colder than before, perhaps, everything in front of him had long been numb.

His master's heart is dead.

Jin Ye casually threw the captured person to the ground.

Feng Xie's slender and seductive eye tails were slightly raised, and her red lips curled up in a sarcastic arc. She coldly glanced at the young man who had collapsed on the ground like a puddle of mud, without even looking at him.

He Lianmin.

(End of this chapter)