Sheng Chong and Abandoned Concubine: The Sixth Miss Doctor

Chapter 1846 Ending [Four]

Of course, if you don't want to, let the father and son kill each other, and you don't need to bring them if they are both dead.

"The king of Xichang wants to help our father and son to rebel, why do you want to be at ease?" Xuan Hao looked desperate.

Chang Dong raised his eyebrows, "Didn't your father tell you?" He probed into the depths of the hall, Xuan Hao fell to the ground on his back, with a knife in his chest, he was dead.

Xuan Hao coughed and spit out another mouthful of blood.

Regarding the identity of the King of Xichang, he knew that there must be some secret, but unfortunately his father and grandfather never said anything about it. He asked him, but told him not to ask.

Chang Dong said impatiently: "Are you going or not? When you get to the door, I'll heal your wounds. Let's leave."

Of course, he won't turn his back on it.

Xuan Hao didn't believe it, "Your master has no good intentions in helping us. It's clearly for revenge, deliberately making us rebel, and then driving us to death."

If they don't rebel, even if they are rejected by the emperor, they are still the sons and grandsons of the princes, and they are not so desperate at all.

Chang Dong sneered, "If you think so, I have nothing to say."

The revenge for their assassination is clearly here, so how could it have something to do with the rebellion?
Rebellion is obviously something else.

Seeing that Xuan Hao refused to crawl over, he didn't wait any longer, turned around and left the palace to the courtyard.

The sun was shining outside, and the crape myrtle flowers were in full bloom. Wei Xuan stood there with a smile on his face.

Chang Dong stepped forward quickly, cupped his hands, "Master, everything is done."

Wei Xuan nodded and looked at the sky, "Let's go, hurry up and meet them in time."

Chang Dong asked in a low voice: "Master, if he crawls out, will the subordinates have to heal his wounds and take him away?"

Wei Xuan said indifferently: "Of course, am I a person who doesn't count his words?"

During the conversation, the two went out of the limbo.

Chang Dong closed the door and heard his master say, "Anyway, the sea is very stormy and there are many sharks, so it's easy to die."

Chang Dong: "..."

The two walked away.

But at this time, Xuan Hao in the hall suddenly crawled to the door like a chicken blood, "Help me, save me, I don't want to die, I don't want to die..."

He only heard Wei Xuan say of course, so he hated himself for not believing in Chang Dong, thinking that he would be killed if he crawled over.

But now that they are gone, there is no one who can save him.

From his chest, he took out the thing that blocked the knife and prevented him from dying immediately. It was a pouch with exquisite embroidery, and there was a note in the pouch, which was completely stained red with blood.

He smiled miserably, feeling that his life had passed away and would never come back.

Although it was scorching sun, he felt the bone-chilling cold, so cold that he felt like his whole body was going to freeze.

"Xiao Linzi..." There were tears in the corner of his eyes, and finally fell with his life.

He fell on the stone steps, his eyes wide open, staring at the closed door of the Leng Palace, as if hoping that someone would push the door open and rush over to rescue him.

Unfortunately, no one came until his vision was blurred and frozen.

The wind picked up, and dark clouds came up from the sky, blocking the sun.

It was dark all around, and the Golden Crow hid in the clouds.

There is rain, brewing.

Click!

Thunder roared, and lightning flew.

The strong wind rolled the dark clouds, and the sky and the earth were like chaos.

Lightning tore through the darkness, the wind came, and the rain poured down.

Wei Xuan walked very fast, like a shooting star, with the heavy rain pouring down on his head, but he seemed to avoid him as if he was afraid of him.

The highest state of internal strength is indeed that the wind does not move, and the rain does not stain the clothes.

(End of this chapter)