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Chapter 230 Please Your Majesty Follow Your Minister 39
Sheng Jun'an stood at the entrance of the hall, his long and narrow eyes tightly fixed on the little emperor, and when he finally saw the wedding dress scattered on the ground, his pupils shrank slightly, and his hands hidden under the robe instantly formed fists.

On the surface, he just raised his eyes calmly, and said to Su Bianchen, "I'll let you go, let your majesty go."

But Su Bianchen laughed, neurotic, his facial features were distorted: "I see, I see!"

"I've always wondered why you suddenly backtracked. You had promised to leave the palace with me. Later, when I raised troops, you not only failed to support me, but instead made trouble. At first I thought you were threatened by Sheng Junan, but later you were trapped here. You have been here once, and your situation is different from what I imagined."

In the past two years, apart from thinking about how to leave the Xianyun Pavilion, Su Bianchen was also very puzzled by Qi Pa's inconsistent performance. He really couldn't understand why the stupid little emperor who didn't need to be coaxed suddenly became smart stand up.

But the truth turned out to be like this—she was still as stupid, but the person she liked changed from Su Bianchen to Sheng Junan, so the choice she made was completely opposite.

Su Bianchen laughed, with tears in his eyes: "Qi Pa, you are really right to say that you are stupid, what do you think Sheng Junan is good for? Your mother treats his father like that, do you think he will still be sincere to you?" ? Picking and picking, you actually picked the most unlikely one."

He knew Sheng Junan's methods, and he also knew that he would never let Qi Pai go because he really cared about his safety - it's over, he's done.

He didn't know that Sheng Jun'an had already returned to the court, and his relationship with Qi Pa was still the same. If he had known earlier, why would he choose to do it today?

If you had known earlier.

If you had known earlier.

Su Bianchen was on the verge of madness, and his laughter stopped abruptly. He stood up straight and stopped threatening to confront him. His eyes were filled with the madness and sickness of dying. With five fingers, he choked Qiao Xia by the throat: "Stay with me!" Let's go to hell together! With the emperor's company, my life is not a loss!"

Sheng Junan almost immediately snatched the bow and arrow, drew the bow to the full string, and shot at Su Bianchen. The sharp arrow brushed Qiao Xia's ear with a slight thrill, and sank into Su Bianchen's heart, but... still late.

He watched the little emperor's pupils dilate suddenly, and the vitality inside quickly faded away.

She opened her mouth, as if she wanted to call his name, but in the end, the beautifully shaped lips only had time to draw a very shallow arc, and then... She closed her eyes, like a little bird with its wings broken Son, fell powerlessly.

All the colors in Sheng Junan's world faded away, leaving only the desolate black and white.

He stood there without moving for a long time, as if he was waiting for his little emperor to open his eyes.

Obviously he moved so fast, and Su Bianchen looked like he was dying, how could he still have the strength to kill the little emperor?
It's all an illusion, just an illusion.

Sheng Junan just stood there until the evening glow dissipated, until night fell.

Why doesn't the little emperor stand up?

The auspicious time has long passed.

She doesn't want to get married, does she?

Until the commander of the Imperial Forest Army, who had been kneeling for a long time, bit the bullet and said, "General Sheng, Your Majesty, she..."

Sheng Junan seemed to have just come back to his senses. He was wearing the bridegroom's red robe when he got married. He walked towards the little emperor step by step. He hugged her already cold and stiff body, lowered his head, and kissed her on the forehead: "Didn't you agree to get married?" Is it? The auspicious hour has come."

"...Your Majesty, please go with me."

However, no one will respond to him again.

(End of this chapter)