Peng Ying really hated Wentian. Even if his hands and feet were dead, even if he was weak, he moved towards Wentian. When he reached his feet, he suddenly rushed over and bit his leg until he saw him. The blood still refuses to let go.

   Still Yu Qingluo couldn’t see it, she frowned and glanced at Mo Xian. Mo Xian immediately stepped forward and pulled away Wentian, who was motionless by Peng Ying.

  "Are you stupid? Let him bite?" Mo Xian glared at Wentian, "There is nothing you can do to sorry for him. It is his own extreme thinking, his own choice, no wonder you."

  Wen Tian was stunned, as if there was no sensation in his legs, but he looked at Peng Ying steadily.

  For a long time, he sounded with a slightly hoarse voice, "Since you hate me so much, when you returned to the imperial capital, why did you strongly advise me to stay in the Mongolian people and not let me mix in this muddy water?"

  Peng Ying was taken aback, then raised his head and laughed, "Because I’m afraid I can’t help but kill you. I’m afraid you will return to the imperial capital together. I can’t help but torture you and kill you."

  Wentian’s eyebrows twisted tightly, "I can’t understand..."

"It’s actually very simple." Yu Qingluo glanced at the two brothers and said in a low voice, "Peng’s feelings for Hongye are true, so although he hates you, he doesn’t want Hongye to rely on. He has been with you for many years, naturally. Knowing your personality, although you don’t want to admit it, you also know that you are the most suitable for Hongye. You will do your best to treat Hongye well and take care of her for the rest of your life."

Wen Tian felt a little unbelievable, with a complicated expression, and looked at Peng Ying, "But, don’t you think you are very contradictory? You know what Hong Ye means, Miss Yu, you know that Miss Yu is dead, Hong Ye It won’t be good, but you still helped Concubine Meng deal with Miss Yu and the prince, and even Nan Nan. They were killed by you. Do you think Hongye will not be sad or sad?"

"Oh, of course I know she will be sad." Peng Ying sneered, "but no matter how sad and sad, with you by her side, she will get better sooner or later. People are dead, Hong Ye will not go to bury them. ."

Wen Tian shook his head, "You don’t understand Hongye too much. If she knows that Miss Yu and Nan Nan were killed by you, although she is sad, but more of hatred, she will desperately find you. The imperial concubine takes revenge, and when she dies, she will never live alone."

   Peng Ying’s body trembled fiercely, and suddenly he lay on the ground, burying his entire face in his arms.

  No, it’s not that he doesn’t understand Hongye. In fact, he is very clear in his heart, very clear.

  Because of being clear, he has been hesitating since returning to the imperial capital, and he also struggled in his heart.

  He wants power and supreme power, but he doesn’t want Hongye to die in vain.

  So after he returned to the imperial capital, he did not contact the imperial concubine Meng for a long time, and even when he was in Xiujing Villa, he did not reveal any news to the Seventh Prince.

   However, slowly he realized that some things were beyond his control.

  Lord Xiu has begun to suspect that some of their four guards are spies. Wentian is in the Mongolian nationality and is basically excluded. Mo Xian has always been trusted by the prince Xiu, and the prince does not have deep doubts about him.

  So he knows, the focus is on him and Shen Ying.

  It’s just that Shen Ying felt it too, so he worked harder and harder. Peng Ying knows that if this continues, his identity will be revealed sooner or later, as long as he sends a message to Concubine Meng, he will be arrested.

  The concubine Meng also gave him an order to catch Nan Nan.

  He had no choice since he started on the path of spies. Although he also thought about confessing to Lord Xiu, it’s just too late.

  When he was in the Mongolian nationality, he had already passed the news to Mengpa and them. Although Mengpai failed in the end, this matter has already been done, and the Ming clan who has also caused the old man is still unconscious. So if the prince knew about it, he would never spare himself.

   Therefore, he can only proceed to deal with Yu Qingluo and cultivate independence at night, and can only deceive Nan Nan away. As for Hongye, wait until the matter is over before thinking about it.

  I just didn’t expect it to fall short.

  Peng Ying thought, a wry smile appeared on his face. What do you regret now? What’s the use of thinking about this? The matter has reached this point, and he has become a useless person to be slaughtered. What else can he do?

  Peng Ying suddenly raised his head and looked at Ye Xiudu. He panted and raised his chin slightly, his eyes lighted like a torch, "Master, you already know the questions you asked. Now you can tell me how to deal with me?"

   "It looks like you are begging to die." Ye Xiudu said with a sneer.

   Peng Ying hummed, "Is it possible that the prince would still let me go alive? If the prince is willing, I can guarantee that I will never appear in front of the prince."

   "This king thought you were not afraid of death."

   "Afraid, why not? I escaped many times, and I naturally cherish this life."

  Yu Qingluo’s mouth twitched. Why did she hear this tone, but she didn’t feel that he cherished this life very much?

   "Koukou" was thinking, suddenly there was a knock on the door outside, followed by a soft, soft voice, "Yuqingluo, someone is coming."

  This voice... It turned out to be Xuan Ya who had gone and returned.

  She just left aggressively, but she didn’t expect to watch them obediently when she turned around.

"Who?"

   "She said her name is Hongye." Xuanya replied lazily.

  Red leaves?

The people in the room looked at each other, and Wen Tian was suddenly startled, "I must have seen that I never go back, so I found King Xiu’s Mansion. Hongye should have known about such a big thing today. I...I will go out and have a look. "

   "No, let her in." Ye Xiudu stopped him.

  Unexpectedly, as soon as his voice fell, Peng Ying, who had been lying on the ground, suddenly screamed, “No, don’t let her in, don’t let her in.”

   He said, letting the pillar move away with a horrified face.

  He looks like this, this way...The tendons and hamstrings have been broken, the martial arts are gone, blood is stained on his face, his clothes are dirty and broken, his face is unkempt, and he looks like a ghost.

  Like a ghost, how can I meet? Can’t see, can’t see.

  Peng Ying was short of breath, stepped back, panicked and terrified, and stared at the door tightly.

After Ke Xuanya received Ye Xiudu’s order, he turned to call Hongye. At this moment, the footsteps stopped outside the door, and soon there was the sound of fingers resting on the door frame.

  Peng Ying screamed, and hurried to tidy up his hair with his hands, but he couldn’t get it up with any effort.

  He hated it so much that he started smashing the pillar behind him with his hands, making him crazy. "No, don’t let her see me, don’t..."