The eunuch who reported the news passed through the inspections one by one and knelt in front of the square: "Your Majesty, Qiongguan is reporting urgently! At the time of reporting on the 23rd, Wang Hengzhi, the guard of Qiongguan, received 50,000 horses and 100,000 armors as tribute from the Huns.
, one hundred thousand loads of fine iron!”
In shock and anger, the edict in his hand fell to the ground!
This number, this number, is exactly the same as what was stated in the edict!
"Your Majesty, you..." Yun Lei stepped forward and tried to pull his sleeve, but was knocked to the ground by Yuan Xu's slap.
"Pa!——" A hard slap knocked her to the ground.
When she fell, Shui Xiu swept away everything on the tables. The water cup, as well as the pair of dragon and phoenix cups, smashed to the ground, causing a bright red stain.
It really hurt. Lan Aiqing felt that her whole face was in burning pain, and she seemed to be stunned. Tears suddenly flowed down - not because of anger, but because of pain, it was purely a physiological reaction. Look.
The cameraman and field staff next to me were very sharp.
This acting was so real! Such a hard slap didn’t even require post-production dubbing and synthesis. After all, it was so hard, didn’t it hurt?
"What's going on? What's going on? Where's Mo Zichu? Tell him to get up, tell him to come over!"
So many generals loyal to Yun Chen were killed, and the only one who escaped was Mo Zichu.
After all, he and Yuan Xu grew up together, and he didn't want him to die here - or in other words, he had already forced him into a prison, and was preparing to hold a grand beheading three days later as a warning to the world!
Yuan Xu's face was livid. The moment he brought Mo Zichu up, he cried loudly: "Your Majesty, Yun Chen is unjustly accused!"
In one word, send him to hell!
However, if he hadn't been afraid of Yun Chen's great achievements and the country he had obtained, how could he have made such a move?
Before she could express herself clearly, a glass of poisonous wine killed her?
When he turned around, Yun Chen was still there, lying there quietly, as if he had fallen asleep.
However, there was a dazzling and clear trace of blood hanging from the corner of her mouth!
Leng Yunting rushed towards her, but in a daze, he felt that the woman in the bright red palace dress was as light as blue smoke and as thin as morning mist, as if she was about to be blown away by the wind.
Why is there such an illusion?
Why does he think that maybe one day, Luo Qingxue will leave him like this, forever?
He rushed towards her, but the breeze blew the corners of her clothes——
It was as if her soul had flown into the sky without wanting to see this dirty world.
"Card--"
It was Zhang Xiaodong who called for a stop.
Originally there was a last scene, but Leng Yunting refused to act. Therefore, this can be regarded as the end of the play!
It's officially finished.
However, Leng Yunting's momentum had not eased yet. He seemed to rush into Luo Qingxue on purpose.
Luo Qingxue, who was pretending to be a corpse, was just about to get up when a huge object suddenly pressed down on her, causing her face to turn pale.
"Leng, Leng Yunting, get up quickly."
"I'm exhausted. The slap I just gave was so hard."
He lay on her, panting, and Luo Qingxue rolled her eyes.
"Really, look." He raised his hand, and the palm of his hand was indeed a little red. He winked and smiled, and said in a low voice: "Qingxue, do you feel good? That slap I just made made her
It was a heavy beating! She must be in great pain!"