"The emperor's brother may be trapped by someone else's tricks when he goes there. [】The North Yan Dongchi is very suspicious. He must have colluded with the people in the court."
Just one short sentence.
He only said this and ended.
I hurriedly chased after me just to say this before the emperor went to war.
He is not good at using extremely inciting words to describe what has happened, nor can he state the past in a long and long way.
"Brother, even for Shui Lian, please let me go to the battle with you!!!"
The reason why he shamelessly added this sentence was only because of that woman: she had suffered too much pain and experienced too many disappointments. She also herself, who was trapped in such a trap and could not extricate herself.
The emperor once gave himself a chance and had to take care of him to the end.
He has the obligation to be so shameless once.
After a long period of silence, the air was filled with solemn and dismal elements. The two men standing opposite each other were like strangers, who had never known each other and did not understand each other.
"Lao San, go."
He looked back suddenly.
The pair of eyes opposite him went deep into the ancient pond, but he couldn't see any emotion. The great sorrow was dead, just like his hope, no matter how shocked he was, he could not arouse his strong impulse.
The third prince suddenly understood: He knew everything. He could not hide all this from him.
However, in time, place, cycle, time... in a wrong time period, I played a terrible misunderstanding and entered a terrible misunderstanding, so everything was too late to change.
He was extremely shocked.
Because of shock, and mercy.
He is in a high position, who knows the hardships and grudges inside? He is a bold move and kills the heresy. He is a tyrant and ten thousand people fight against him. But once he is kind, he will be deceived by a villain in a flash, and the damage will be even more immeasurable.
Just like his plain tone, there is only one meaning in it: You go! In this life, brothers will no longer meet each other.
The third prince was slapped in his chest, and the huge bloody handprint had already gone down.
He suddenly didn't dare to look at him, and never dared again.
When the third prince looked at him for the second time, he had only his back. This was the first time that the brothers had not said goodbye. There was no need to do it.
The army, Your Majesty the Conquest!
That back is the most noble and lonely back he has ever seen in his life. It is like a person who has been walking in the desert for a long time, surrounded by flowers, but when you touch it, you only have one hand of sand.