Mrs. Hua Yi

Chapter 49
"Your Majesty!" Xiao Yao called softly.

"Yao'er!" A smile appeared on the emperor's lips.

After the anger passed, he still wanted to choose to believe that she was spotless.

The emperor walked towards Xiao Yao slowly, his eyes were firm.

The emperor himself would not give up on the woman he personally selected, even if there were five points of flaws. Maybe the beauty really seduced people's minds.

Even at this moment, when he clearly saw the sword approaching, the cold light flashed and hurt his eyes, the emperor still moved forward, because his hand was about to reach Xiao Yao.

"Your Majesty!" With an exclamation, Xiao Mian pushed Xiao Yao away, and rushed towards the emperor, where the blood spattered, Junhao's body fell to the ground.

The Changli man's eyes froze slightly, and the ruthless sword in his palm flew again, piercing the emperor's chest.

"Husband! Your Majesty!" Zhao Li followed closely, blocked the sword with her thin body, and fell down with Xiao Mian, holding hands tightly, smiling eyelashes, as if she was not going to die, but seeking reunion .

Xiao Yao was dumbfounded, everything happened so suddenly, suddenly there was no tears or pain, nothing in her mind, as if everything was just in a dream, wandering through the pain for a while in the dream, maybe she would laugh when she wakes up, and she made a ridiculous and boring thing It's just a dream.

The left and right Qimen flew forward, holding the wild flower with his sword, and wrestled with the Changli people.

Chang Beizhu flew in through the window, and the long sword in his hand forced into the emperor's pupils.

"You? Ivole?" The emperor was stunned.

"Barbarian, I'm Juci Yiledo, the Hun!" Chang Bei's pearly eyebrows were covered with frost, as if a series of sword lights were pressing forward.

"Yileduo? The younger sister of the military minister Shanyu!" The emperor's eyes burst into flames. She turned out to be the most honorable second of the Huns. Come out of the palace.

What a shame!The emperor's brows were furious: "Who are the Changli people?"

"Prisoner under the rank, let you die without regret! My second aunt, Shan Yu's younger sister, Yi Cai'er is second!" Chang Beizhu sneered, and the draft blew her long hair, and the silver on her hair The bell rang in a hurry, and a group of Xiongnu dead soldiers rushed in like frost and snow outside the door.

Xiuyu Wanyue was startled.

When did they come in?Why didn't she and Jiang Ye know anything about it?
The emperor was tightly grouped in the center by the Qimen army. One batch fell, and the other went up again.

The atmosphere froze and stagnated like a mountain, and in an instant only the emperor was left alone.

Xiao Yao and him looked at each other across the sword, their eyes were full of frost and snow.

Yilduo rolled up his sword and flew up, sneering loudly: "Emperor, you two are so in love, this second residence will fulfill all of you!"

The black iron cold light is a ruthless thing, and it is the cruelest thing to use against a lover.

The sword energy envelops people, as if the next moment is full of blood.

Xiuyu Wanyue leaned over to draw the long sword from the soldier on the ground, and rolled it against the light.

Iledo was swung a few steps away by her.

"Xiuyu Wanyue, you really have some skills!" Yi Cai'er's cool face froze, and he pushed Yiledo away, the tip of his sword trembling angrily.

"No matter how I guessed, I never expected that you are the second place of the Huns! You are in vain to seek inferiority and demeanor, and I am not worth it for you!" Xiuyu Wanyue gave her a gouging look, and the power of the sword gradually weakened.

I haven't practiced sword for many years, but my hands are born.

Jiang Ye jumped in, and the air-conditioning was overwhelming: "Miss, take care of Qing'er!"

Qing'er huddled in her nurse's arms, already too terrified to open her eyes.

Xiuyu Wanyue went to see Xiao Yao, her black pupils were dazed, and only her parents who had fallen to the ground were in her pupils.

Xiao Mian and Zhao Li cling to their hands tightly, the two are dependent on each other for life and death, with a smile on their lips, as if they are just sleeping for a long time.

Only by sleeping for a long time can there be no sorrow.

The disputes in the world have nothing to do with them.

As for their beloved daughter, they seem to firmly believe that she will go on in peace, to the end of time.

Xiao Yao has no tears.

Just silent heart failure.

The pain is so painful that it cannot be hurt, and the hatred is so great that it cannot be hated, only numbness remains.

How the world turned before her eyes, how Xiangyi blocked the sword and died for her, how the Changli people fell under Jiang Ye's sword in anger, how Lou Li repelled the attack of the Huns, how Chang Beizhu died under the blood of the dead. He escaped from the sky and robbed Ah Ju and Xiao Yuhua.And how Jiang Ye was injured and how the emperor was rescued had nothing to do with her.

She just wants to take a good look at her parents, to see their life and death depend on each other, to see their lingering love, to see them holding hands and rejoicing, to see them rewarding each other with death, without complaint or regret, just like painting, even if swords, swords and shadows flow into rivers of blood, but they It is such a beautiful smile, and such a quiet time.

The blood flowers on the chests of the two are gorgeous, and they are more luxurious and prosperous because of love.

Xiao Yao seemed to have withdrawn from her soul and was floating with them in the clouds.

But outside the window and inside the window, the sword energy is hidden, and the sword is still on the edge.

Everything is silent.

The silence makes people's desires burn away.

The emperor instantly turned pale, and his handsome dragon face was already in pieces.

It was a day of joy and glory, but it turned into parting of life and death.

Can his Yao'er come back?
The emperor stared sadly, staring at his painstaking management for several years.

Xiao Yao walked towards her parents slowly, stretched out her arms and hugged their shoulders softly, leaning her face against her mother's slightly warm face, she smiled faintly and warmly in her eyes.

That smile seemed to ignore the world, it seemed to be as clear as the moon, and it also seemed to be the most unspeakable desolation in the heart of the people in the depths of the night, which suddenly burst the emperor's martial heart.

"Yao'er! Can I take you away?" The emperor said in the softest voice, fearing to frighten her.

Xiao Yao raised her eyes confusedly, with a slight wound: "Okay! Your Majesty wait for me!"

Xiao Yao got up slowly, the tipa in her palm was already soaked, but the pill was as red as blood.

The emperor made a mistake in front of his eyes, Xiao Yao raised her neck, and swallowed the crimson pill.

"Yao'er! What are you doing?" The emperor stretched out his hand to stop him, but it was too late, so he could only scream.

"Xiao Yao accepts the order!" A female voice came in lightly, piercing the eardrums with pain.

Xiao Yao turned her eyes lightly, neither knelt nor answered, just stared at her, as if staring at the vastness of the clouds.

(End of this chapter)