Four hundred and fortieth chapters original appearance
Chapter 446 The original appearance
"How is it possible, Your Majesty, he, he is your brother!" Wang Baoyi looked at the calm Princess Qinglan in horror and said in disbelief. The latest chapter of the Holy Temple
The cold wind blew by, and the rolling snow swept over his face. It was as cold as ice. But Wang Baoyi's heart was even colder than the winter snow in the wilderness.
Although he didn't believe what he said, he was once King Jin's personal guard after all. He understood King Jin's character better than anyone else.
"Ha..., brother?" Princess Qinglan smiled, a look of determination flashed in her beautiful eyes, she raised her little finger with her hand, and lifted her wind-blown hair to her ears. She shook her head and sighed softly.
Said: "Maybe!"
Brother, hehe...
Princess Qinglan glanced at the leader of the Imperial Guard who was lying on the ground with a bloody face. He smiled sadly and shook his head.
Brother, what should it be like?
He should be caring for his sister in every possible way. He is afraid that her sister will be hurt in the slightest. He should care, help, and bless his sister. It’s like, like...
Thinking, thinking, the scholar's appearance appeared in my mind.
That humble smile, the eyes that make people's hearts beat, and the occasional greetings always make people feel hot on their face.
he……
Yushu Linfeng should be like him!
As she thought about it, a shy smile gradually appeared on Princess Qinglan's face. The moment she raised her head, the sun shone on her beautiful face, reflecting the bright sunlight.
This dignified beauty made everyone stunned.
However, when I thought about it, the scene of bloodshed on the bank of the Yellow River appeared again in my mind.
Before Qing'er died, her pale face, dull eyes, and the black-red bloodshot eyes at the corners of her mouth had always lingered in the heart of Princess Qinglan.
"Your Highness, be careful!"
That exclamation, that desperate effort to cover up. (《》7*
Before my eyes, it seemed that I was back to that bloody night on the bank of the Yellow River.
Inadvertently, Princess Qinglan's eyes were stained with tears. She raised her head and let the winter sunshine shine on her beautiful face. She let the cold wind blow by, taking away the tears on her face.
"Your Highness!" Wang Baoyi hesitated for a moment, cupped his fists and raised his hands, and asked in a deep voice: "What should they do?"
Wang Baoyi's voice brought Princess Qinglan back from her thoughts.
Princess Qinglan took a deep breath, raised her sleeves, and wiped away the tears on her face. She turned her head and glanced expressionlessly at the imperial guard who was crying for mercy. Then she turned her horse's head and raised her head gently.
He whipped up his whip and left in a whirlwind.
"kill him!"
A voice that was cold to the core came faintly, like a voice coming from the Nine Netherworld underground. It was cold, cold, and contained no emotion.
"Yes!" After Wang Baoyi cooled down briefly, his face was solemn, and he accepted the order with his hands raised. He waved his hand behind him.
After receiving the order, Iron Guard raised the gleaming steel sword in his hand and swung it down violently.
Phew...
The hot red blood flew up across the sky and splashed on the white snow, like bright red plum blossoms blooming.
With a few splashes, the decapitated body fell to the ground. The blood flowing out from the severed head instantly dyed the snow on the ground red.
The warrior raised his whip again, with high fighting spirit, and marched forward again in the face of the wind and snow. Surrounded by the warrior, a woman in a purple dress shook the horse's reins vigorously, and gave a coquettish cry. The white horse under the seat neighed and galloped.
And go.
"Your Highness, where are we going?"
The voice of the maid Hong'er was a little excited and a little confused.
"..."
"grassland!"
The rumble of the galloping horses gradually faded away. (《》)
Behind him, the swirling snow fell.
In the frozen blood, a golden embroidered brocade bag stood out in the bright red blood.
…
In the main hall, the light became darker.
The charcoal in the brazier had long been extinguished, and now it was completely cold.
Although the door was closed, the coldness of early winter penetrated into the hall as if there was no barrier. After standing for a while, I felt my whole body shivering with cold.
"Your Majesty, this is left for you by His Highness!" The Minister of War lowered his head, fearing that King Jin would see his evasive eyes. He held the bloody brocade bag in his hands and said tremblingly.
Prince Jin, who was sitting on the dragon chair, slowly opened his eyes after hearing the words. His indifferent eyes swept over the brocade bag. After seeing the blood stains on it, his eyes narrowed slightly.
His eyes moved to the Minister of War, and King Jin saw him keenly, his slightly trembling body, and the slight beads of sweat on his forehead.
"She's gone?" King Jin's voice was colder than ice. He raised his head, his eyes did not contain any emotion, nor joy, anger, sorrow, or joy. He looked straight at the Minister of War and asked calmly.
"Yes, yes!" The Minister of War swallowed his saliva, raised his sleeves, and wiped the sweat from his forehead. He replied tremblingly.
When King Jin heard this, a look of sadness flashed across his face. He raised his head, with a hint of disappointment in his eyes, tilted his head, looked at the Minister of War and said, "Did you let her go on purpose?"
"No!" The Minister of War plopped down on his knees and hurriedly explained: "No, Your Majesty. It was the Iron Guards who loyally protected His Highness. The more than thirty people sent by me could not stop the Iron Guards' attack! I tried my best, Sir.
!”
"My dear, don't panic, I know!" King Jin raised the corner of his mouth and revealed a mysterious smile. He stared at the Minister of War and said, "I also know that you once flattered my sister, hoping to win a smile from the beauty. But I
My sister rejected you, right?"
Seeing the Minister of War trembled all over, his eyes were full of fear. He was about to kneel down. King Jin smiled, raised his hand and waved: "Don't worry, I don't mean anything when I say this. I just want to say that with your
With his temperament and open mind, he must hold a grudge against this matter. So, hey, it may be possible to say that others let Qing Lan go on purpose, but you won’t, never will!"
"Your Majesty!" The Minister of War wiped his sweat, gratefully raised his hands and bowed to the King of Jin: "My lord, thank you, Your Majesty!"
King Jin shook his head, looking at the empty hall and the bright sunlight coming through the crack in the door with a lifeless gaze. A wry smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and he shook his head and said: "Qinglan is gone, alas, gone forever.
!”
He let out a long sigh, full of unwillingness and a hint of guilt.
After King Jin sighed, he lowered his head and thought of what he had done these days. Suddenly he felt very funny.
The more he thought about it, the more interesting it became. Under the confusion in his heart, he actually laughed. In the end, he couldn't stop laughing.
He raised his head and laughed as if he was crazy.
"Your Majesty!" When the Minister of War saw this, he was shocked and asked worriedly.
"I'm fine!" King Jin replied with a smile. After waving his hands, he looked at the Minister of War and said, "Tell me, am I betrayed by everyone now?"
When the Minister of War heard this, his heart trembled. He lowered his head and wiped the sweat from his forehead due to nervousness. His eyes flickered, not knowing how to answer.
"Forget it, I won't embarrass you anymore!" King Jin shook his head with a wry smile, and then cast his gaze again on the bloody brocade bag on the table.
"Come, let's see what clever tips my dear sister has left for me!" King Jin smiled, stretched out his hand to take the bag of tips, and casually pulled out the thread.
He took out a piece of soft silk. He opened it and took a look. The smile on King Jin's face became stronger and stronger.
"Haha, what a good plan!" After King Jin read it, the gray in his eyes suddenly disappeared. He patted the armrest of the dragon chair and praised it.
After stroking his beard and admiring, King Jin put the kit in front of his nose and took a deep breath of the faint scent of powder. Then, as if holding a treasure, he put the kit close to his body.
good.
"Pass an order, order Ouyang Ke's troops in central Jin Dynasty to move closer to Taiyuan immediately to protect the capital! In addition..." After the King of Jin announced this order, his tone suddenly stopped. He turned his head, looked at the Minister of War and said: "
In addition, Wang Aiqing, you should get up immediately, put on my token, go to the Turks, and ask the Turks Khan to send troops to Yanmen immediately. If you capture the Great Zhou Dynasty and Tokyo, I..."
King Jin hesitated for a moment, and after his eyes flickered for a moment, he finally made up his mind and gritted his teeth and said: "I am willing to serve as the Turkic Khan and become the emperor of Zhou Dynasty for me!"
Go to Turks?
Hearing this, the Minister of War named Wang suddenly trembled. He raised his head and looked at the high-spirited new Majesty on the stage with panic in his eyes.
Now, all the troops in the north are Lu Heng's troops. If you go out like this, aren't you throwing yourself into a trap and seeking death?
Could it be that this good-for-nothing prince has noticed something happened and wants to borrow a knife to kill someone?
The Minister of War, who was struggling in his heart and didn't know what to do, stayed there for a while, not knowing how to answer.
After not waiting for an answer for a long time, King Jin narrowed his eyes slightly, with a stern look in his eyes, staring at the Minister of War, leaning forward, and asked in a deep voice: "Why, the national crisis is extremely severe, Wang Aiqing, do you still have any worries?"
"minister……"
The Minister of War's heart skipped a beat. He glanced at the murderous Majesty and was shocked.
He lowered his head and thought for a while, and the desire for stability in his heart finally defeated the thought of taking risks. Gritting his teeth, the Minister of War bowed his hands in salute, bent down and accepted the order and said: "Yes!"
"In that case!" King Jin smiled happily, leaned on the chair and said, "In that case, it all depends on Wang Aiqing!"
"I don't dare!" The Minister of War smiled uglyly, then cupped his hands and said, "I, I will go down and make arrangements now!"
Having said that, the Minister of War saluted again, turned around and walked towards the outside of the hall.
"Wang Aiqing!" As he was about to go out, the voice of King Jin came from behind again.
"Your Majesty!" The Minister of War turned around and bowed to answer.
"You and I are on the same line now, and only people from my Wu family know where the jade seal of the country is. And the Turks really want this jade seal of the country. So..." King Jin smiled and picked up the jade seal of the country.
After taking a sip of the tea on the table next to him, he squinted his eyes, looked at the Minister of War and said calmly: "So, I believe you will do a good job!"