One is handsome and handsome, the other is arrogant and frivolous;
One is independent and the other is arrogant.
"Your Highness..." Su Yueming looked at Xuanyuan Qihuang. What he gave up so easily was the treasure map Xuanyuan Qiche, a bitch, had dreamed of. He even encouraged Su Buqing to let her seduce Murong Canghai with women and tried every means to get the treasure map.
.
For the Zhou Dynasty, which was suffering from internal and external troubles, as the prince, he would not know how important it was to have this treasure.
But he...
But gave it up.
Xuanyuan Qihuang's gaze passed through many obstacles and fell on Su Yueming——
Su Yueming also looked at him. He was dressed in white clothes that looked better than the snow. He had a tall and erect body, and his graceful figure exuded a life-changing charm. The wind blew, and his white clothes fluttered in the evening breeze with his sleeves flying.
Even at this tense moment, he still looked at her with an elegant smile,
That smile seemed to have forgotten everything around him, just like in his East Palace and his study room, looking at each other as if there was no one else around.
Murong Canghai's hands hidden in his sleeves were trembling slightly.
He had never seen such a look in this woman's eyes——
Touching, tender, loving.
What she had always given him was indifference, and——
betray!
For the first time, he showed his heart to a woman, but she turned a deaf ear, which broke his heart completely.
"Give you the picture, and give it to me." Xuanyuan Qihuang said to Murong Canghai.
"Kill." However, he only answered Xuanyuan Qihuang with this word.
The word "kill" seemed to come from the lowest level of hell. It was cold and gloomy, like the messenger of death formally pronouncing a person's doom.
Murong Canghai pushed hard, and Su Yueming felt that Xuanyuan Qihuang disappeared in front of her eyes, and Murong Canghai fell onto the horse with her.
"Today, let you watch your most beloved man die in my arms." His voice was bone-chillingly cold and ruthless.
"Kill!" Xuanyuan Qihuang raised the flag in his hand. The yellow flag fluttered in the wind and made a rustling sound.
The two armies were fighting. For a while, the sky became gloomy, with black clouds and dust.
Amidst the light and shadow of swords, the sounds of fighting and beating of drums were deafening.
Soldiers fell one by one, corpses were piled up one after another, and the air was filled with a strong smell of blood, which was nauseating.
Su Yueming clenched her fists and watched Xuanyuan Qihuang leading the soldiers in a bloody battle! His white robe was fluttering in the wind, unknowingly stained with blood, like red plums blooming in winter.
Murong Canghai stood on the horse with her arms around her, his face expressionless from beginning to end, and his proud and cold eyes were so indifferent to the bloody scene in front of him that he was almost numb.
"Ah!" A scream was heard, and a Zhou general rushed toward Murong Canghai with the sword in his hand regardless of his own safety.
Murong Canghai's eyes flashed, overflowing with murderous aura——
"ah!"
Su Yueming almost didn't see clearly how he drew the sword, and the shouting Zhou soldiers fell at their feet.
The tip of his knife dripped blood, drop by drop, falling to the ground.
Gradually, Dazhou's momentum gradually weakened, a gap was opened, and the rest began to disintegrate like a flood breaking its embankments.
No matter how skilled and strategic Prince Xuanyuan Qihuang himself was, the Great Zhou Dynasty was already like a rotten fruit heart, and he could not withstand the elite master Murong Canghai spent ten years training himself.