"Girl!" Xuanyuan Qilin, who was one step late, saw Su Yueming collapse to the ground, like a dead leaf drooped by the strong wind. His heart suddenly suffocated, and the horse under his crotch was also frightened by this scene.
, stood motionless on the spot.
"…Moonlight."
The prince blinked feebly, looking at the scene ahead in disbelief, his heart trembling.
"Your Highness, I deserve to be punished for teaching such a treacherous and unethical person who endangers the imperial court. I will kill her personally today to show my loyalty!" Su Buqing jumped off the horse, knelt down in front of the prince, bowed his head and said.
The prince held a long sword in his hand and turned around suddenly. His cold and terrifying eyes startled Su Buqing, and he immediately lowered his head with a guilty conscience.
"Whoa!" Xuanyuan Qilin suddenly pulled out the sword from his waist. The tip of the sword reached Su Buqing's throat hoop. He wanted to kill this despicable old man with one strike!
"Seventh Prince!" When Yuli saw this, he immediately drew his sword and struck Xuanyuan Qilin's sword. The sword missed the target and cut off a piece of hair on Su Buqing's head.
When the black silk silk fell on his body, Su Buqing turned livid with fear and collapsed to the ground. He was just a hair away from becoming the spirit of the Seventh Prince's sword.
"My lord, you must not do it! If you kill your right minister, Concubine Rong, she..." Yuli pressed Xuanyuan Qilin's hand and whispered comfort.
Xuanyuan Qilin's hand holding the sword was clearly trembling.
When the dust and smoke cleared before his eyes, Su Yueming had disappeared, and so had Murong Canghai and his guards.
"Your Highness, you are seriously injured. Please return to the palace and call the imperial doctor quickly... Your Highness! No!" Before Feng Po could finish his words, he saw the prince kneeling on one knee, supporting the ground with his sword, and with one exertion, he flew away.
Mount your horse.
"Drive!" He raised his riding whip high and whipped it hard on the horse's back with all his strength. The horse then ran wildly in the direction where Su Yueming disappeared.
The blood sprayed from his shoulder flew into the air and fell drop by drop on the loess. The white robe was gradually dyed red, which was a shocking sight.
"Quickly, protect His Highness!" Feng Po also immediately jumped on his horse and chased after the prince with the remaining guards in the direction in which he left.
On top of the galloping horse, blood-stained robes floated high.
The sky in the distance became increasingly gloomy, as if it was about to collapse, and the dark clouds were so thick and oppressive that it was hard to breathe.
The prince's eyes were as bright as a torch, his face was condensed, his thin lips were pursed tightly, and the fire in his heart was burning brightly.
"Yue Ming!" He shouted the name softly with all his strength.
This name has been imprinted on the deepest place in his heart unconsciously.
In the farthest place of time, there is a light that will never retreat.
After chasing for an unknown distance, the horse beneath him was foaming at the mouth from exhaustion, its legs and feet were weak, and its speed gradually slowed down.
But he never saw Su Yueming again. It was as if she suddenly disappeared out of thin air and disappeared into his world.
His heart slowly sank to the bottom, and the sadness and anger on his face overflowed.
The entire world seemed to be echoing with the sorrow in his heart.
At this time, a downpour suddenly came, and the whole world was shrouded in a curtain of rain.
The world was so misty that nothing could be seen.
On the tower not far away, a pair of sinister eyes looked at the man in white robe who did not stop running in the heavy rain. A cold smile appeared on the corners of his lips and said -