"Are you going to marry Ruoxin and make her the queen of the Daxing Dynasty?" Mo Luyi stood aside and asked coldly.
"Haha." Sima Xichen smiled brightly and said, "Even if I become the ghost of Miss Shang's sword today, I, Sima Xichen, only have Fan'er in my heart. With her gone, life is boring, but there is someone to die.
My reasons, you can be considered as fulfilling me!"
Mo Luyi frowned and actually attacked too.
Mo Ziyi looked at her sister in astonishment, stretched out her hand to stop her daughter who was about to step forward, sighed softly and said, "Your aunt is crazy, are you going to be crazy with her?"
Shang Xiuli followed Sima Xichen with her moves, and Sima Xichen had to gather all her energy to deal with it. In addition, Mo Luyi, who was vicious in her moves, saw that her moves were limited and her steps were a little hurried, but his expression remained calm.
, not without causing Shang Xiuli's death, she carefully avoided Mo Luyi's moves. In the small space in the courtyard, a breeze sword was whistling by her ears, and the cold air was awe-inspiring.
Suddenly, Shang Xiuli attacked Sima Xichen with a move. Sima Xichen was about to dodge, but the tip of Mo Luyi's sword had already been handed over to him. Sima Xichen was attacked from both sides. No matter how powerful he was, it was difficult to escape at this time.
Mo Luyi laughed and said: "I may not be able to beat you, but you have to deal with another you and me, so naturally you will suffer some losses!"
Sima Xichen smiled slightly and said lightly: "I want to thank you for sending me to see Fan'er. I feel sorry for Fan'er to be alone and lonely. It's a blessing to be able to accompany her at this time! Jiaohe, I'm so lucky
Finally, I want you to do one thing. If I lose my life at this time, you must take the life of the little prince with your own hands and let him leave quietly without being bullied by others!"
"Go to hell, you asked for this!" Mo Luyi said bitterly, "You really don't know how to regret it until your death. I have already said that she is alizarin in disguise, but you believe that she is still a coquettish girl."
He, how pitiful and ridiculous!”
"Aunt!" Du Ruoxin shouted at a loss, "Aunt, if Ruo Xichen's brother is gone, what's the point of Ruoxin's life?"
Mo Luyi didn't look back and said, "How my aunt survived, you can survive too!"
While saying this, Shang Xiuli and Mo Luyi's moves had blocked all Sima Xichen's escape routes. Sima Xichen stood with a smile, no longer making any moves, and quietly looked at the little lady in Jiaohe's arms.
The kindness of the face has given birth to the intention to leave. Fan'er has passed away. What can I miss about the Daxing Dynasty? I don't know how to find a reason to die irresponsibly. Now, it is better!
It seemed that just for an instant, Jiao He's figure swayed slightly. It seemed that her dress was just blown by the wind, and it seemed that it was just the eyes of everyone. There was a crisp sound of swords and the sound of the breeze sword, in the courtyard.
There was a gentle echo. Mo Luyi felt a slight dampness on her neck. A drop of something like a red drop of water gently fell on her sword. A bright sword gently brushed against her and faced Shang Xiuli.
Prick the throat and gently tap on Shang Xiuli’s throat until it stops.
"Ye Fan!——" Mo Ziyi blurted out.
Jiaohe, who was just now, was standing behind Mo Luyi with a smile, looking at Shang Xiuli quietly. That smile was so familiar. With a slight shake, Jiaohe seemed to be just a dream, and Ye Fan's beautiful face was shining in the sun.
It has a touching tenderness and delicacy.
"How could Fan'er be willing to leave Xichen alone in this palace?" Ye Fan said gently, "If just anyone can kill the disciples of Liuyun Sword Technique, wouldn't it be a stain on the world where Qingfeng Liuyun is equally famous?
story!”
A year later, in the Royal Palace, Nuanyu Pavilion, Concubine He, who was about to give birth, put her hand on Sima Xichen's hand and smiled: "Xichen, what if she is a princess? How can Fan'er get the four people you want for you?
Prince."
Sima Xichen smiled and said softly: "Fan'er, I would really rather be named Jiaohe for the rest of my life."
"Why should you take this name seriously? Concubine He or the Empress, it is for outsiders to see. Fan'er is just Fan'er, it is the secret between the two of us." Concubine He smiled softly, "Fortunately, I have found the name for Jiao He.
Good family.”
The soft sedan was moving slowly on the street, and the wind blew the curtains of the sedan. I could vaguely hear Mo Ziyi whispering: "Fortunately, the boss is willing to listen to her persuasion and allow you to go to Wumeng Town for treatment. There may be hope."
The curtain moved, revealing a haggard face. Du Ruoxin quietly hid her body behind the curtain. Suddenly she saw someone walking across from him, with a clean and delicate face and a smile, passing by in the sedan chair.
"He, he, -"
Mo Ziyi looked outside, sighed softly, closed the sedan curtain, and saw Du Ruoxin's tears falling on her clothes, refusing to speak.
After all, He Ming was lucky. That day in the Princess Villa, at the moment when the opponent stabbed He Ming, Xue Lian used her internal force to shake He Ming's body slightly. Although the sword passed through He Ming's body, it did not stop him.
He died, and then Snow Lotus hid him, only saying that he had turned into pus, and sent a message to the Leng Palace. Only then did Ye Fan have a chance to escape the disaster, and quietly took He Ming to the Leng Palace to save him.
As the sedan went further and further away, He Ming looked back and seemed to feel that someone was calling him, but he didn't see anyone familiar. He shook his head slightly, maybe he heard wrongly, and continued to move forward.
Twenty-five years later, Sima Xichen abdicated the throne and hid in the world with his beloved Concubine He, and the new emperor succeeded him.