I saw a fiery red figure flash past in an instant, He Muyan's eyes were red, and he drew his sword and pointed at the beginning of the Southern Qing Dynasty.
His eyes seemed to be bleeding as he stared at the hands held by the two of them.
Nan Qingchu's neck felt cold, and the cold sharp blade pressed against his beating artery, as if it would plunge into it immediately in the next second.
Grasping the blade with one hand, Nan Qingchu raised his cold eyes and looked up and down in front of him.
This man looks almost evil, but has a pale face.
"Who are you?"
He spoke coldly, blood seeping from the palm holding the sword blade, but the men in black beside him remained silent and did not come forward.
Remembering that He Muyan had practiced martial arts since childhood and was determined to be bloodthirsty, Su Lian stepped forward in a panic to grab the sword.
However, Nan Qingchu turned his hands over and seemed to have formed some kind of mark. The long sword that was still shining with a cold light instantly turned into annihilation.
Even the bleeding palm began to heal at a strange speed, and soon there was only a shallow scar left.
Su Lian was stunned for a moment. Before she could figure it out, she saw He Muyan immediately take two steps forward and pull her behind him, looking wary.
"Who are you exactly?"
In the early days of the Southern Qing Dynasty, he twisted his wrists and looked unclear on his masked face.
He chuckled and said:
"You came to my Jiuzhou City, don't you know who I am?"
He Muyan raised his eyebrows slightly. He had doubts before, but he didn't expect that the lord of Jiuzhou City was so young.
Being able to survive independently for so many years without spending a single soldier among several surrounding countries that are looking at it with eager eyes, and still retaining the wealth and strangeness of the past, this Jiuzhou City is really quite interesting.
Su Lian held He Muyan's sleeves and took a step forward to try to ease the awkward atmosphere:
"Your Majesty, he is my concubine's savior."
He Muyan took another look at the man in front of him. He was tall and slender. Although his face was half-masked, the half of his face that was exposed was completely three-dimensional and delicate, even with a hint of exotic style.
He Muyan's face turned dark when he thought of how his little imperial concubine always liked beauty, and how the two of them had folded their hands just now.
He Muyan reached out and pinched Su Lian's chin, his voice was cold:
"You've just been separated for a few days and you're in a hurry to find a new love?"
Seeing Su Lian frowning, for some reason, his heart twitched, but he couldn't help but continued with a sneer:
"Why, Jiang Ping alone can't satisfy you?"
Su Lian pursed her lips, turned her head slightly and tried to shake off his hand, but her hand was held by his other hand.
As if he was afraid that she would run away again, He Muyan used strong force, like a human-shaped chain, trying to lock her whole body in his arms, and raised his eyes to look at Nan Qingchu provocatively.
There was a stabbing pain in his wrist. Su Lian took a deep breath and raised his eyes to look at He Muyan:
"Does your Majesty know what you are talking about?"
Her voice was colder than ever before, so much so that He Muyan couldn't help but be startled.
But when she thought that she was the one who betrayed him first, He Muyan's eyes turned cold again:
"Of course Gu knows that Gu just regrets why he let such a free-spirited woman like you go."
Before Su Lian could say anything, an angry voice came:
"Let her go first."
In the early days of Nan Qing Dynasty, he looked at He Muyan holding Soviet Union's hand with a very ugly look on his face.
"She is mine, what qualifications do you have to interfere with my affairs and hers?"
He Muyan said coldly and pulled Su Lian behind him.
Su Lian was on the verge of tears of pain and cursed secretly in her heart:
"Dog man."
In the early days of the Southern Qing Dynasty, he almost laughed angrily:
"Since you are so affectionate, how come you didn't even notice that she was hurt?"
Nan Qingchu raised his eyebrows and cast a mocking gaze on He Muyan's hand holding Su Lian's.
Because of the pulling back and forth, Su Lian's white wrist began to bleed again, which looked terrible.
He Muyan looked down and quickly let go of his hand.
Su Lian instantly took a step back with a frightened look and put his hands behind his back. For the first time, He Muyan's face showed a look of bewilderment.
"I……"
Su Lian's face was as pale as ever before, and he didn't even look at He Muyan. He just avoided his gaze with some fear, leaning against the pillar and leaning precariously.
He Muyan had never seen her like this before. Su Lian had always been pampered and quirky. No matter how coldly he treated her, she would smile and wink, or give him a tug, and then continue to stay by his side.
For a moment, He Muyan was a little flustered, and he actually had the idea that as long as she returned to him, he could forget everything in the past.
After being quiet for a long while, Su Lian raised his eyes and saw He Muyan's face full of sadness:
"Your Majesty, do you know why I came to Jiuzhou City?"
Seeing He Muyan being silent, Su Lian squeezed out a tear:
"Because of His Majesty's heart disease."
He Muyan was stunned.
"I know that your Majesty will feel so much pain due to heart disease on the fifteenth day of every month that he even pricks himself with a sharp knife.
I heard from Pingzhi that only Jiuzhou City has herbs that can cure this kind of heart disease caused by years of depression, so I followed him to Jiuzhou City."
Su Lian's face was not red when she said this, her heart was not beating, and her face was sincere. Coupled with the sad and aggrieved look on her face just now, it seemed as if she was really heartbroken.
However, He Muyan was not that easy to deceive and said hesitantly:
"But why did you hide it from me?"
Su Lian paused and blinked:
"I knew that if I told His Highness, His Highness would be reluctant to let me come. So I made my own decision and came to Jiuzhou City."
"But I didn't expect that I didn't find the sword heart grass along the way, and I was injured by the thief..."
As he said that, Su Lian held up his wrist full of wounds, with a look of grievance on his face.
"I have been sleeping rough and sleeping in the open all this time. All I have been thinking about is His Highness, but I don't want His Majesty to come at night so I want to divorce my concubine. If I had known this, I would have been better off dying at the hands of the person responsible!"
What the Soviet Union said was sincere, and every word was very firm and affectionate.
He Muyan was at a loss for a moment, feeling that he was here to ask for guilt, but now he seemed to be indebted to Su Lian and was a heartless man.
In the early days of Nan Qing Dynasty, he sat there with his head propped up and watched his sister's poor acting skills.
Although he didn't know why Su Lian came to Jiuzhou City, it was obvious that he did it on the spur of the moment. His people had been following Su Lian for so long, but they had never heard that she was still looking for such a herb.
Moreover, this lie that is full of loopholes is probably just to deceive the stupid and incompetent dog emperor in front of him. Anyone else would not forget that he came here to question him.
Tears welled up in the corners of Su Lian's eyes, and He Muyan couldn't help but feel his heart twitch.
But he had never bowed his head to anyone. He Muyan had a stiff face. Although he still said nothing, his expression had softened a lot.