"I’m thinking." Yu Qingluo’s tone was still a little erratic, "I was thinking that we almost died."

   "How can you be killed if I am here?" Ye Xiudu put her head on her shoulders in a gentle voice.

  Yu Qingluo’s nose is full of fluttering **** smell, it is reliable on Ye Xiudu’s body, but at this moment, he is extremely relieved.

  Her eyes fell on the two people on the ground again, feeling a little complicated.

   "The two of them...what are you going to do?"

Ye Xiudu’s expression was dull. After a long time, he sighed and said, "Send their ashes back to the Mongolian people. After all, they are all from the Mongolian people. And anyway, she is also my aunt, suffering so much. For many years, the fallen leaves will always return to their roots."

  He thought, even the clan elders would hope so.

  Yu Qingluo nodded, she also meant the same. Concubine Meng didn’t want to be cared for in her heart? She hates people who have flower-shaped birthmarks so much, maybe she also has some of her biological mothers who are jealous of Ye Xiu’s independence.

  She was sent to Biezhuang by the old lady of the clan since she was a child, and no one knew her existence. I don’t know that his father is a clan elder, and he has the power and identity of one person and more than ten thousand people.

  She can obviously enjoy the life of Miss Qianjin, she can have a good education and the treatment of the stars, she can be respected by so many people, but she was deprived of it at birth.

  In those years, why didn’t she envy or resent her?

  Perhaps these resentments gradually disappeared after meeting Meng Xin. I just wanted to live wholeheartedly with my beloved, but I didn’t expect that even such a small wish would be crushed.

  Yu Qingluo sighed secretly. Although she hated Meng Guifei deeply in her heart, people died like a lamp, and those resentments should disappear after their death.

   "Mother, when are you going to hold it? There are people around here, you guys hold on a little bit, I want face."

   A soft voice suddenly sounded, Yu Qingluo was startled, and suddenly broke free from Ye Xiudu’s arms, and quickly sorted his clothes.

  After that, he looked around with a guilty conscience.

  Sure enough, I saw many people around me staring at them, and seeing her looking over, I hurriedly looked up at the sky, as if I hadn’t noticed anything.

  Yuqing twitched the corners of her mouth and stretched out her hand to cover her face. His fame...

  She coughed slightly, and turned her head to see Nan Nan blinking her eyes innocently and staring at him severely.

  The little guy is even more innocent, scratching his head and frowning, "Mother, your eyes are uncomfortable?"

   "You have blood on your body, I look uncomfortable."

   "Oh, mother, don’t worry, this is not my blood. I am so powerful and won’t be hurt."

  "..." Who is worried? Of course she knew that it was not his blood, otherwise, with his temperament, he would scream even if his fingernails were injured. Where could there be leisure to remind her of losing his face?

  Yu Qingluo ignored him, watching Ye Xiudu had already walked towards Peng Ying, and then hurriedly followed.

  Peng Ying was **** with five flowers, his body twitched slightly, and there was blood in the corners of his mouth, looking very embarrassed.

   Seeing Ye Xiu coming by alone, his pupils shrank slightly.

  Ye Xiu Duo seemed to be too lazy to look at him, turning his head to look at the left guard.

   "His martial arts belongs to your Yufengtang. Take it back."

   Zuo Hu Fa raised his eyebrows, and started stroking his beard again and laughed, "This is easy to handle."

   As he said, he paced slowly to Peng Ying, the sword in his hand was suddenly lifted, and he struck Peng Ying’s wrist forcefully.

  Peng Ying screamed, sweating on his face instantly.

  The bloodthirsty smile at the corner of the left guardian’s mouth has not yet fallen, the sword is raised again, and it is aimed at his legs.

  Only in a blink of an eye, he even picked off all his hamstrings and hamstrings.

  Peng Ying’s face was pale, and he curled up and exhaled loudly.

  Wen Tian tugged at the palm of his hand, turned his head abruptly, and didn’t want to take another look.

   Peng Ying’s cry gradually weakened. After a while, the strength of his body dissipated and he fainted.

Zuo Hufa threw the sword to the man in Tsing Yi, and smiled at Ye Xiu alone, "How? Now even if he learns more of our Yufengtang martial arts, he has nowhere to use it, and I can be regarded as giving us Yufeng. Tang has cleared the door. Next, I’ll leave it to you to deal with."

  Ye Xiu Du nodded slightly, waved, several carriages had been brought out not far away.

  He asked Meng Guifei Meng Xin’s body to be put on a carriage, and then Peng Ying was also thrown on it.

  Finally, his eyes fell on the waste prince who was still lying in the yard unconscious and sneered.

  Yu Qingluo’s hatred for the waste prince is deeper than that for the imperial concubine Meng.

  This man can no longer be described as a man, he is clearly an animal, a unique animal in the world without a face and skin.

She gritted her teeth and glanced at Xu Ruanhuang who had been carefully carried into the carriage. Ye Lansheng glanced at Ye Lansheng, and stood beside Ye Xiudu and said, "I’ll give him some poison and let him die. This kind of person is not enough to die. Unfortunately, I never want to see him again."

  She said, she had pinched a silver needle in her hand, and she was about to move forward.

   was only quickly stopped by Ye Xiu alone, and his hand gently stroked Yu Qingluo’s back, smoothing her hair.

  After a while, he smiled and said, “It’s so easy to let him die like this? Wait, there are certain things that you have to let him know before you can die.”

Yu Qingluo clearly caught the unusually sinister smile at the corner of Ye Xiu Du’s mouth, and shook his whole body. Suddenly, she felt that the dead prince might have died like this, and he could have a better time. Who knows what Ye Xiu duo can do to toss him Come.

  But it didn’t matter. She saw Xu Rou’s frail appearance, her amputated fingers, and her body covered in blood. She wished that the waste prince would also be tortured with a split heart, and life would be better than death.

  Yu Qingluo nodded, no longer to see the waste prince, turned and walked towards the carriage where Xu Rou was.

  When I reached the edge of the carriage, I found that the driver was actually Wentian.

  It was probably what happened to Peng Ying. His expression looked very serious, and there were even some people who were slaughtered. The nerves all over his body seemed to be tense, his eyes were not squinted, and he didn’t talk to anyone.

  Yu Qingluo hesitated for a while, pursed her lips and greeted him, "Wen Tian?"

  Wen Tian really froze for a moment, and when he turned around to see Yu Qingluo, an ugly smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, "Girl."

   After speaking, the nerves didn’t seem to be tense.

  Yu Qingluo simply sat on the wheel and asked him, "Why did you show up here? When did you return to the capital? Hongye? Did you come back with you?"