Shouldn't the prince be called Qian Sui? How could he be called Long Sui?
Who is this person?
With doubts in her heart, Su Yueming narrowed her eyes slightly and looked in the direction of the cheering people——
In the distance, she saw the roar of dust and smoke, and could not see anyone clearly, but she could hear the sound of the galloping horse, and she could also hear an evil, cold and arrogant voice approaching from far away——
"drive!"
Her heart tightened, and she firmly grasped the iron house in her hand.
Close, close, among the flying sand and dust, a man in purple, galloping on a horse, suddenly descended like a god——
He clamped his legs on the horse's belly, his handsome face was expressionless, and his whole body exuded an extremely arrogant aura. Even the many soldiers who followed him closely were filled with arrogance!
"Hush!"
He tightened the reins with both hands, and the horse stopped after turning in a circle. His cold and ruthless eyes narrowed slightly, exuding a compelling coldness at any time.
Next to him was Ying Lie, but Leng Ru was nowhere to be seen.
"Long live the prince, long live the prince!"
Everyone knelt down in front of his horse and shouted three times, "Long live!"
He is the King of the North Campus, and his reputation and power are far higher than those of the Little Emperor of Great Qin. The people who support him are considered to be long live. This is already known to everyone in Great Qin.
He didn't seem to take this title to heart, and his cold eyes slowly looked around in front of him. Finally, his eyes fell on Su Yueming, who was tied to a wooden stake not far away.
She finally woke up?
His eyes were cold and emotionless, like a thousand-year-old ice cellar. If she fell into this ice cellar, she would definitely die.
Su Yueming was a little tired, but still held on and looked back——
He jumped off the horse with a long leg, and walked towards her with slightly narrowed eyes.
The cheers stopped, and everyone's eyes followed Murong Canghai's figure, moving towards Su Yueming bit by bit.
He walked up to her and looked down at her squatting on the ground, his eyes lightly scanning her face.
In the end, he didn't say anything. A sarcastic smile appeared on his cold and charming lips, and then he turned and left.
His figure walked into the tent in front, and she realized that she was soaked all over. She breathed a sigh of relief and leaned weakly on the wooden stake.
The food was right in front of her and she was very hungry!
You can't die, you have to live, you have to go back alive! A strong voice shouted from the bottom of his heart. Su Yueming suddenly sat up and picked up the bowl in front of him.
There were no chopsticks or spoons, so she held the bowl with one hand and grabbed the food in the bowl with the other hand, stuffing it into her mouth one by one, regardless of how embarrassed she was.
The food of Da Qin is different from the elaborate preparation that Da Zhou is used to. The preparation method of the food is very rough, and you can see the blood on the fresh beef.
She swallowed the food into her stomach fiercely and forcefully while enduring the feeling of nausea and vomiting.
At this time, a gust of cold wind blew, and she shivered coldly. When she lowered her head and looked down, she realized that the thick and luxurious brocade clothes on her body were gone, and she was now wearing a thin, earthy gray tattered shirt.
It can't even keep out the cold.
She killed him, and he must have hated her so much that he would definitely think of ways to torture her. She still had an extremely cruel battle to fight!