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Xia Yunshen episode 2

Xia Yun looked deeply at the still bright fireworks over there, smiled coldly, and said quietly: "Yes, what does she want?"

If she wanted his life, she could kill His Highness Shouyan that day. If she wanted to force the master and the others to compromise, she should not let him go at all.

People in the world always use the most superficial thoughts to speculate about her, a witch and a troublemaker. In fact, she is just a simple, gentle and kind woman.

In this world, he would never find a person with a pure mind like her.

"Shen'er!"

Qingshan layman shouted loudly.

Xia Yunshen turned around, his pupils were black and bright, and there was a deep whirlpool inside, hiding all the sorrow and death.

He trembled his lips and smiled. Fireworks exploded in the sky above the tower opposite. The firelight reflected in his eyes, and he went crazy with pain.

"She doesn't want anything, because I can't give her anything."

"Shen'er."

Xia Yun held her chest deeply and pressed down desperately, as if this could relieve the pain.

He stared blankly at the bright spot in his tent in front of him and staggered forward. People around him kept coming over to help him, but he waved them away.

He opened the tent's linoleum and sat on the ground. With trembling hands, Xia Yunshen took down a bottle of wine from the table. He raised his hand high, and the wine kept pouring into his throat. It was so hot that it stung his heart even more.

It hurts!

With a bang, Xia Yunshen smashed the wine bottle out, covering his head as if it was about to explode. The Golden House song from back then was constantly echoing in his ears, and it was as if the cheering voices from the opposite side were all before his eyes.

"Xia Jie, Xia Jie!"

Xia Yunshen rolled around and waved away the things in front of him, including military plans and candlesticks. They all rolled to the ground. The tent was in a mess.

Xia Yunshen's shrill cry like that of a trapped animal was heard. The soldiers outside looked at each other in twos and threes, and no one dared to go in to dissuade him.

The prince has been ill for half a year.

I don’t know why, but every time I feel sick, I always yell out Emperor Ru’s name.

Moreover, the prince's behavior at this time was extremely violent and he would not listen to anyone's dissuasion at all.

"Your Highness."

The young general in charge of delivering the message felt that something was wrong as soon as he heard Xia Yunshen's cry, but he could not make the decision on such a matter. Even the military advisor had a headache and said he wanted to ask the prince for instructions.

Xia Yun took a deep breath, forced to hold back his pain, and said calmly: "What's the matter!"

"Report to the Crown Prince, Emperor Ru, sent someone to bring the Crown Princess here. He said that today is the birthday of the eldest son, spare him, spare the Crown Princess's life."

Because Hua Yunqing's position has not been abolished, the young general has not changed his tune.

"What kind of princess is she?"

Xia Yunshen roared, his whole body shaking with anger. He was so tormented by anger and pain that he almost went crazy!

Xia Jie, who hadn't killed Hua Yunqing yet, actually chose this time to send Hua Yunqing back!

That bitch had done so many things to her. Why didn't Xia Jie get rid of her? It was because this bitch still had a use.

If he doesn't take it back, the Hua family, which he still needs to rely on at this time, will be dissatisfied and shake the morale of the army. If he takes it, it will be confirmed that he was the one who sent Hua Yunqing to attack Long Yi!

Even though the proclamation he published said that she was a witch and Xia Jie was a ruthless emperor, he attacked the prince first before he published the proclamation!

Xia Jie, you are really good at calculating. No matter what I choose, you can succeed!

Good, good, good!

Since you want to use Hua Yunqing, this bitch, and you are not willing to say this for her, it doesn't matter if I let you plot it once. I will kill Hua Yunqing, this bitch. I want to see what the Hua family dares to do.

Don’t dare to rebel!

Xia Yunshen held his sword and rushed out of the tent. He grabbed the collar of the messenger and asked fiercely, "Where is the person?"

The young general's legs were trembling and he timidly said: "Outside the camp."

There was a deep coldness on Xia Yunshen's face. He sneered and rushed out. When he saw the carriage outside, his sword had already condensed full sword energy. With just one stroke, he could completely end that carriage.

It brought countless humiliations to his life, and finally the life of a woman who took it upon herself to ruin his major affairs.

Before the sword fell, a figure was already blocking his sword.

Xia Yunshen didn't raise his eyebrows, as if he were a murderous god emerging from the underworld.

"Master, get out of the way!"

Qingshan layman's face was filled with gloom.

"Shen'er, you are crazy. Whether you send her to the Hua family, stay temporarily, or place her far away, you can never kill her in front of everyone!"

Qingshan layman deliberately lowered his voice, his hand was already on Xia Yunshen's sword hilt, his face was full of anger!

How could a child who has been brought up by him single-handedly act so emotionally before he has achieved great things?

"Why can't I kill her!"

"Kill her, how will you explain it to the Hua family!"

"To shake the morale of the army at this time, you have to make your mother rest in peace underground!"

"You are the one who wants to be the emperor, so you must not act emotionally. She can no longer be the princess. Don't you know why Emperor Ru sent her here? He wants to keep her alive for the time being and make plans later. What does it mean to endure the humiliation and bear the burden?

understand!"

"I don't understand!"

Xia Yunshen dropped his sword after all, but his face felt like frost.

His sharp, ruthless and cold eyes penetrated the carriage and passed over the face of layman Qingshan. His voice was low and weak, and he was in extreme pain.

He opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but his throat was dry and painful, and he couldn't say a word.

He could only stumble back and forth again. He was very angry when he came, and every step he took when he came back was painful. He had a headache and his heart ached even more.

He caught the fearful looks around him and couldn't help but find it funny.

These people are afraid of him. Why are they afraid of him?

Afraid of his identity, he, the prince, is so cowardly.

First, he had to swallow his anger for more than ten years, starting when his father was still alive.

His father didn't really love him, but he had to appoint him because of the ancestral rules, the imperial grandfather's edict, and to prevent the throne from passing to Xia Jie.

All the love of the father was given to his younger brother.

When Xia Jie arrived, his imperial uncle became the emperor.

He couldn't help but become more fearful and scheming every day, and he had to miss his most beloved woman and suffer a lifetime of pain.

He has a high position, but he has to find ways to appease his subordinates day and night. Even though he knows that Hua Yunqing is in love with Xia Jie, he can only endure it. Even though he knows that his heir is being harmed by Hua Yunqing, he can only endure it.

Until now, even if he has declared war with Xia Jie, he still can't kill this woman Hua Yunqing!

The so-called prince, that’s what it is, that’s it!

Speaking of which, what kind of prince is he? In his nearly thirty years of life, except for that time at the foot of Wanglong Mountain, he almost never lived according to his own will and for himself.

If he had not been this prince, his life would have been much happier.

Mother, when you tried so hard to keep my position as the crown prince, have you ever thought that your son has never been truly happy to this day?

Falling in the tent, the sharp pain in his head plunged Xia Yunshen's consciousness into darkness.

He only remembered that the whistling cold wind outside flowed in through the cracks and poured into his heart, making his people so cold, cold, endless.

I have always wanted to update the extras, but the editor urged new articles and had to organize a club. Sorry, I will update it every other day. If there is no update, you can go to the new article and leave a message to beat me!


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