Seeing the look in Su Yueming's eyes, he smiled bitterly and said, "I didn't expect that we from Zuo Xiangfu would actually get together with the Seventh Prince and you. I didn't expect that either."
She suddenly felt filled with emotion. Fate was like a rope, tying together people who were originally their own masters and even enemies.
She suddenly felt filled with emotion. Fate was like a rope, tying together people who were originally their own masters and even enemies.
She walked into the room and the door was closed.
"Yue'er!"
As soon as she walked into the center of the room, she heard a familiar voice. She looked up and looked over——
I saw Xuanyuan Qilin standing there with a smile on his face. This smile was still as graceful as a jade tree facing the wind, free and suave. The eyebrows that towered into the temples, and the thin lips that were pursed ruthlessly were still the same.
However, his luxurious robes were replaced by inconspicuous coarse cloth clothes, and his feet were also ordinary cloth shoes.
This is the former dignified Seventh Prince. He is the son of the emperor. He is arrogant. He is handsome and famous, and has fascinated countless women in the capital.
But now, he has lost his country, his title, and everything, and is no longer as good as an ordinary civilian.
Ordinary people still have a place to stay, but he can only live a life of fleeing everywhere. It is unimaginable how much suffering he suffered and how much bitterness he swallowed on the way to find her.
Su Yueming also showed a smile on his face and called, "Seventh Prince." As he spoke, his eyes were filled with mist and his voice was a little choked.
Xuanyuan Qilin walked up to her step by step and locked eyes with him——
"I thought I would never see you again, but now you are standing in front of me. It's great." He was the same, his voice couldn't help but choked, his eyes were red, the corners of his mouth were trembling faintly, and his hands were clenched tightly with restraint.
With.
Listening to such flowers, I could no longer hold back my tears, and the tears fell down my face one by one.
Xuanyuan Qilin could no longer restrain himself. He quickly moved forward, hugged Su Yueming into his arms, and held him tightly. He murmured——
"Murong Canghai was so cruel, I thought I would die, but I told myself that I must live to see you again, and I must live to see you again."
"Seventh Prince..." Su Yueming raised her hand, patted his back affectionately, and said softly, "I'm sorry for you."
After the national crisis, the two hugged each other, and Su Yueming felt particularly deep in her heart.
"Your Majesty, the time for the anesthetic is limited. Please tell the princess our plan as soon as possible." Song Siyuan's deep voice came from outside the door, and he was guarding the door vigilantly.
Xuanyuan Qilin came back from his sadness and asked Su Yueming to sit down on a chair beside him.
"What are you going to do when you come to Daqin?" Su Yueming asked.
Xuanyuan Qilin's face showed a look of deep sorrow, and he said——
"You can't imagine how cruel Murong Canghai was to the Zhou Dynasty! After the capital was captured, all the strong men were arrested and killed one by one, leaving no one alive. The smelly blood dyed the whole place red
In the capital, the cries of women, children, the elderly and the weak resounded in the sky all day and all night, and the entire capital was plunged into bloody darkness; what happened in the palace was even more terrifying, and it was bloodbathed for three days and three nights! All the concubines, guards, maids, and guards were all killed.
Killed, the corpses piled up in mountains! My father watched the disaster happen but could do nothing. He was imprisoned. In the end, except for me, no prince could survive the disaster.