644 final choice

At this moment, she is standing there.

That position is in front of the left of the throne, which is exactly the seat where she often stood when she was Shangyi.

At this moment, she raised her eyes slightly and glanced at Qian Yumo's body.

At the same time, she heard a crack...

The wine cup between his fingers was broken.

Although this was the case, she couldn't help laughing.

Nang Wan was right. He recognized her for a long time. Even if she changed her appearance, even if she used a dress that she didn't usually use, even if the brilliance of the tassel was enough to disturb people's sight, he still recognized her.

"Who else can make him nervous besides you?" Nangong Wan said so.

"Didn't you find that whenever he was embarrassed, it was because Xuanyuan still cared too much about you?"

He is still so jealous.

Laughing, his eyes are hot and moist, as long as he reads her.

Years of concern, days of worry, just for him, thinking about her and remembering her.

At this moment, it suddenly became infinitely relaxed.

If...

It's good that you can be safe and worry-free...

At this moment, except for two people, all the people in the hall are stunned, because they don't know how the woman next to Xuanyuan Shang stood in such a noble position. Is she crazy?

And the two people who had guessed the truth, one of them was surging and strongly restrained. Only a pair of ink jade-like black eyes stared at her. The charming corners of their lips were no longer leisurely in the past, while the other still maintained the posture of wanting to get up, supporting the case with one hand, as if they had settled down, and only looked at her for a moment.

After seeing the twelve-fold golden and emerald Changchun screen, a woman bent the enchanting corners of her lips...

The hall is too quiet.

Luo Wener took a deep breath and raised her jaw slightly.

After carefully looking at the people in the palace, he found that Duan Yuzhou was also among them, sitting behind Ximenyuan, opening his mouth slightly and looking at her in disbelief.

And there was another person next to Ximenyuan, who only showed one eye and looked at her.

The eyes are quite delicate, with the melancholy of a girl.

She wants to know who he is.

It seems that Ximenyuan has planned to pass the throne...

He smiled and opened his lips slightly...

The hall was wide, suddenly quiet, and unconsciously seemed empty. At this moment, her voice floated out with echoes, which sounded extremely strange.

"I am the dragon host..."

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"How is this possible?"

In Fuxin Garden, Luo Wener's whimsical thoughts about Nangong Wan are simply inexplicable.

"Why is it impossible? To be honest, I have been paying attention to you for a long time. Nangong Wan brushed his temples: "Do you remember the scholar who always stays in your Tianxiang Building for only one plate of dumplings every day?"

A mysterious smile: "That's what I sent..."

Luo Wener remembered that there was such a person, which attracted Zhang Shun and others to think together at that time...

The corners of her eyes suddenly jumped: "Last year, there was no drought, and the famine in Shengjing rioted. Someone broke into Tianxiang Tower and not only set fire, but also shot me. It is..."

"That's right," Nangong Wan admitted bluntly: "I sent someone to do it, but unfortunately, it's all in Xuanyuan's hands!"

When mentioning this person, his tone suddenly became vicious.

"But why are you..."

"I don't doubt you, I'm sure!" Nangong Wan's red lips moved: "I have investigated you, since thousands of Yumo tried his best to make intermittent ointment for you. Even though he did it seamlessly, he tried his best to hide everything about your past, your real name... Luo Wener, he never revealed a word to the outside world. But he didn't say anything. Some people said that he could control a few mouths, but he couldn't control the mouths of people all over the world. Guess who this person is?"

Luo Wener inexplicably remembered a plain face. He approached him timidly and called her with some joy and carefully... Sister...

But why...

"No one knows that an inadvertent sentence will determine someone's fate, so..." Nangong's eyes slanted: "You can only admit your bad luck."

"Actually, what does it matter if you are or not?" She suddenly smiled and said, "I just want Qian Yumo to be sad! In fact, this is not the most important..."

She paced a few steps and raised her hand to climb a branch: "I want to take back everything that should belong to me!"

With force between her fingers, the branches broke, and the snow flew up, and she was fascinated by her figure.

Yes, as long as she finds the dragon host coveted by the world and dedicates it to the son of heaven, her return is just around the corner.

At that time, she will be superior. She will not let go of those who have hurt her, expelled her, and those who chased her!

Xuanyuan's figure flashed in front of Luo Wen'er's eyes, and then there was the horror of blood flowing.

If you agree with her, it is equivalent to becoming an accomplice of Nangong Wan who killed all sentient beings! How can she...

"I know what you're thinking." Nangong Wan squeezed out a sneer from his nose: "I may not be such a cruel person as you think, but if you don't make a decision earlier, Qian Yumo may not be able to go back..."

What?

She raised her eyes.

"Do you think, according to his ability, how can he not guess what happened to the thirteen princess? However, even if the pressure is heavy, even if Dongfang Xu is entangled with the troops of various countries to attack him, he does not say a word and does not make any resistance. What is it for? Who can make him suffer unspeakably and give in?

Luo Wen'er's brain turned rapidly and suddenly burst into a figure.

Is it him?!

Only he can silence Qian Yumo and neither move forward nor retreat.

The cold air suddenly invaded the body, and every place seemed to be condensed, moving slightly and making a soft sound.

"Oh, who would have thought that a father would kill his own daughter? Or such a spoiled daughter? Do you know how many pregnant concubines the thirteenth princess killed? But he didn't say a word and spoiled him. What is it for? His children are all his chess pieces, and poor thirteen still thinks that he is invincible. She married Wuya, one for Qian Yumo and the other for the dragon. Now, she is also dead. Nangong Wan laughed wildly: "But this black pot can only be carried by Qian Yumo. What's more, Dongfang Xu also caught two assassins on the spot, and both of them died after saying 'the Lord of the Endless Kingdom'. How can Qian Yumo escape from such a great crime?

"Why is Dongfang Xu furious? Why did those state lords denounce it together, and the emperor couldn't move his words?"

The voice has become sad, and I don't know whether it is the cold blood of Yuanjun Tianzi, or the cruelty of the heavenly family, or thinking of myself and everything I have experienced... Involuntarily? Unscrupulous for profit? Or...

"Because what he wants is just a dragon. All he wants is immortality. Because only in this way can we control all this forever..."

"Didn't you already get it..."

What did you get? Chun Guifei? It's just a piece of rotten meat!" Nangong Wan threw away the branches and seemed to put aside the disgusting things: "With the Heavenly Master, who can fish and beaded?"

"In this case, why do you release the rumor that the blood of boys and girls can lift the seal?"

Luo Wener was furious at the thought of the grievances and thrills that the children had experienced.

Nang Gong Wan sneered: "That's them stupid. Listening to the wind is rain. The heavenly master only said that with a host, he still needs blood to open the seal, but it is not clear where the blood comes from. Some people have ulterior motives, some people spread rumors, and some people are greedy and vicious. Who do you blame? But I think you have guessed who that person is. Beijiang is in the boundless territory. Today, who else would be so interested in Wuya?

A meaningful look at Luo Wen'er.

Luo Wener lowered her eyes and appeared crooked on the gold-inlaid jade throne in front of her. She looked depressed, and the emperor of Yuanjun, who was about to become old.

Nangong Wan sneered and said, "But if you stand up, there is a way to solve everything. And you don't have to worry about your life, because you can still live some time without removing the sealed blood. Besides, who knows where to find that thing?"

"But..."

"No, but! Your appearance, the chaos you caused, everything that everyone has never heard of, as long as you say it clearly, who can doubt you? What's more interesting is that Qian Yumo made a noble concubine, intending to confuse everyone's sight. The fool believed him! In my opinion, he wanted to protect someone, or he didn't want anyone to cove about it and make trouble for Wuya, so he threw a burden and let others fight. He was so clean and lively by the way. Now, it would be great if he dared to jump out!"

Nang Gong Wan seemed to see that scene and suddenly became excited: "If he stops him, he will more firmlyify your identity. If so, even if it's not Li Daitao, it's still Li Daitao, and he wants to cover it... Haha... It's so interesting!"

Suddenly, he came close to her ear: "And in this move, you not only helped me, but also helped him. Think about it, he is under the enemy now. If you can 'recommend yourself', you can say it better... I've seen your ability, and you are the most talkative person. So, who still cares about his fault? Moreover, I'm afraid that the emperor will make great contributions to him, and there is also a golden seal that has not been issued for a long time... Think about it..."

"It's just..." looked at her tenderly, and even the lines at the end of her eyes jumped with the excitement that the trick was about to succeed: "There is not much time left..."

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Yes, not much...

It seems that she has been choosing since she came to this time and space.

Choose to stay or leave...

Choose to stick to it or give up...

Choose to confess or hide...

Choose freedom or cage...

Choose him or him...

Then choose to believe or doubt...

Now, he chooses to quietly throw all the problems to him and let him take charge of it... Anyway, if the emperor can't achieve his goal, he won't kill him, but his body...

Thinking of his suppressed cough, she clenched her fists.