Jian Yao nodded, the black general's words were reasonable, but it seemed that King Yan was a serious problem, so why not get rid of it?

"The King of Yan is considered a direct descendant. His mother was originally a maid in the palace and was later taken by the late king. But unexpectedly, at a banquet, the late king gave her to his younger brother, who was the governor king at that time, and gave birth to a son.

According to the calculation of time, it is the flesh and blood of the late king. This is a scandal for the royal family. Everyone tacitly agrees, but the blood of the royal family does remain in King Yan's body. "

The black general's words naturally explained Jian Yao's doubts, and she finally understood why King Yan could be so arrogant.

"What about you? Why did you stay? I thought you would go back to Dongyin, especially after what happened to Jian Mucheng!"

Jian Yao smiled faintly: "So many people can't find him, how can I, a woman, find him? Besides, Dongyin is not the same as it was then, so what's the use of going back?"

Hei Jiang looked at her lonely expression, and his heart ached slightly. He knew what happened to Jian Yao. For a woman who couldn't help herself, would she have lost all hope in life after several marriages?

"Black General...I..."

Jian Yao's hesitant expression interrupted Hei Jiang's contemplation, and he whispered: "Say it!"

Jian Yao took a deep breath and said, "I want to enter the underground palace!"

The black general's eyes instantly darkened. Jian Yao felt his change. He paused and continued: "I want to read "The Record of God's Punishment"."

After saying that, Jian Yao raised her head and looked directly at him. The suffocation in her heart urgently needed to be let out. In fact, Jian Yao didn't know why she should trust such a person whom she had only known for a short time. Maybe it was because the black general gave her

The sense of security may be due to his repeated protection.

"I want to know the truth about my past life and whether the so-called fate is true..."

"That's it?"

Jian Yao shook his head and hesitated: "No, there is more..."

Black General sat silently, his eyes guiding her to continue speaking.

"The year I was born, the Suozi Army sent by Tiandu killed almost all my clan members. At that time, only my brother Mu Cheng and I escaped. Over the years, we have been looking for the murderer who gave the order."

chishan

"Master, the wind is blowing!"

A Hong was holding a heavy fox fur cloak and stood by the railing of the turret. Jian Mucheng smiled lowly and leaned half of his body out of the turret to feel the cold wind blowing against his face.

"No, it's going to snow. It's the first snow this year. My Jian Yao was born in the snow. How many years has it been... cough... cough..."

"master!"

A Hong pulled him back eagerly, and put a fox fur on him a little arrogantly. Jian Mucheng was still smiling, but the smile was visibly bitter. With a sinking of her elbow, Ahong felt Jian Mucheng's body.

After softening, she couldn't bear his heavy body, so she let him sit down beside the pillars of the turret. At this time, there was a faint sound of harps, and Jian Muchen listened intently. He sighed and leaned against the pillars.

"Where's Liyou?"

"He's very good, but you, your body is like this, and you still have to blow the cold wind."

"Ahong, I just miss someone..."

"I know!"

Ah Hong has a bit of a sore nose. She is used to seeing him domineering and domineering, and his current decadence is even more heartbreaking.

"That huqin plays so well, it reminds me of her piano sound..."

A Hong couldn't help shouting: "Then go find her. What can you do if you hide here? Lead your soldiers into Tiandu and snatch her back. You have to see her even if you die, right?"

Jian Yao nodded, the black general's words were reasonable, but it seemed that King Yan was a serious problem, so why not get rid of it?

"The King of Yan is considered a direct descendant. His mother was originally a maid in the palace and was later taken by the late king. But unexpectedly, at a banquet, the late king gave her to his younger brother, who was the governor king at that time, and gave birth to a son.

According to the calculation of time, it is the flesh and blood of the late king. This is a scandal for the royal family. Everyone tacitly agrees, but the blood of the royal family does remain in King Yan's body. "

The black general's words naturally explained Jian Yao's doubts, and she finally understood why King Yan could be so arrogant.

"What about you? Why did you stay? I thought you would go back to Dongyin, especially after what happened to Jian Mucheng!"

Jian Yao smiled faintly: "So many people can't find him, how can I, a woman, find him? Besides, Dongyin is not the same as it was then, so what's the use of going back?"

Hei Jiang looked at her lonely expression, and his heart ached slightly. He knew what happened to Jian Yao. For a woman who couldn't help herself, would she have lost all hope in life after several marriages?

"Black General...I..."

Jian Yao's hesitant expression interrupted Hei Jiang's contemplation, and he whispered: "Say it!"

Jian Yao took a deep breath and said, "I want to enter the underground palace!"

The black general's eyes instantly darkened. Jian Yao felt his change. He paused and continued: "I want to read "The Record of God's Punishment"."

After saying that, Jian Yao raised her head and looked directly at him. The suffocation in her heart urgently needed to be let out. In fact, Jian Yao didn't know why she should trust such a person whom she had only known for a short time. Maybe it was because the black general gave her

The sense of security may be due to his repeated protection.

"I want to know the truth about my past life and whether the so-called fate is true..."

"That's it?"

Jian Yao shook his head and hesitated: "No, there is more..."

Black General sat silently, his eyes guiding her to continue speaking.

"The year I was born, the Suozi Army sent by Tiandu killed almost all my clan members. At that time, only my brother Mu Cheng and I escaped. Over the years, we have been looking for the murderer who gave the order."

chishan

"Master, the wind is blowing!"

A Hong was holding a heavy fox fur cloak and stood by the railing of the turret. Jian Mucheng smiled lowly and leaned half of his body out of the turret to feel the cold wind blowing against his face.

"No, it's going to snow. It's the first snow this year. My Jian Yao was born in the snow. How many years has it been... cough... cough..."

"master!"

A Hong pulled him back eagerly, and put a fox fur on him a little arrogantly. Jian Mucheng was still smiling, but the smile was visibly bitter. With a sinking of her elbow, Ahong felt Jian Mucheng's body.

After softening, she couldn't bear his heavy body, so she let him sit down beside the pillars of the turret. At this time, there was a faint sound of harps, and Jian Muchen listened intently. He sighed and leaned against the pillars.

"Where's Liyou?"

"He's very good, but you, your body is like this, and you still have to blow the cold wind."

"Ahong, I just miss someone..."

"I know!"

Ah Hong has a bit of a sore nose. She is used to seeing him domineering and domineering, and his current decadence is even more heartbreaking.

"That huqin plays so well, it reminds me of her piano sound..."
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