Chapter 89 The old man sighed that you were in tears and was drunk in a cup

Chaocheng Hall, in the West Warm Pavilion. The lights suddenly lit up.

Nangong Waner stroked the wound on her chest and was still faintly painful. But at the thought of Xiao Xuanzi's return just now, a smile appeared on the corners of his mouth.

Maybe she didn't even expect that Ximenque would agree to see her so late at night. And meet at the West Warm Pavilion. At first, she just had a tentative mentality. Let's see how much weight is left in Ximenque's heart.

Suddenly, the voice of Xiao Quezi came from behind: "Your Majesty is here!"

Nangong Wan'er is beautiful and refined. At this moment, she stands under the bright candlelight, which is more like a dream. Suddenly hearing the sound behind her, she smiled lightly at the corners of her mouth, slowly turned around, half squatted and saluted, "Wan'er, see the emperor!"

Ximen Que's face is expressionless and he can't distinguish between joy and anger. He walked around her side and sat on the brocade couch, just staring at her.

Seeing that Ximen Que didn't mean to let him get up for a long time, Nangong Waner secretly looked up. Just in the eyes of Ximenque staring at her. I thought that Ximenque had feelings in his eyes. He buried his head shyly, and the corners of his mouth were still smiling.

For a long time, Ximen Que said, "Is the injury on your body better?"

Nangong Wan'er still saluted, but Ximen Que still didn't let him get up. But this question made her feel warm in her heart, and the tunnel replied lightly, "It's better to go back to the emperor!"

Ximen Que's eyes looked to one side and instantly swept a sense of murder. But it was only for a moment that even Xiao Xuanzi, who had been following Ximenque all day, couldn't see it clearly.

"Get up!"

Nangong Waner bowed slightly: "Thank you, Emperor!"

The beautiful woman with a delicate face in front of her is charming, and she is even more like an independent fairy under the candlelight. It's no lie to say that she is charming.

But who would have thought that she would be the head of the green guard of Fengque Pavilion, and her hands were filled with countless blood. Just a few days ago, Murong Yu and Qi Huang Mo Youchen almost died on her crystal white jade hands!

At this time, Nangong Wan'er stood in front of Ximenque in an ordinary state, and her eyes were full of expectation and reverence. But it's more about love.

Ximenque's eyes are always looking at the incense burner with incense.

For a long time, he stood up and walked to the desk, picked up the purple hair, and waved something on the rice paper on the table. He said lightly, "Murong Yu is dead?"

Only then did Nangong Waner remember that she was stunned by excitement for a moment. Unexpectedly, I didn't think of Ximen Que's concern.

He went to assassinate Murong Yu by himself and mobilized the hermits of Fengque Pavilion without permission. This was not the will of Ximenque, let alone let her know.

Now that he knows that he was going to assassinate without permission, and it was Murong Yu who killed him, then...

Nangong Wan'er's eyes couldn't help but feel cold. He lowered his head and said in a low voice, "No...no..."

Ximenque's eyes suddenly turned extremely gloomy. He grabbed the purple hair fiercely, and a drop of heavy ink dripped on the rice paper, destroying a good word: "Okay! Very good!"

Nangong Wan'er didn't understand what Ximenque said, "Good! Very good!" What on earth do you mean? It's just that according to what she has known about Ximenque for many years, he will never play cards according to the rules. Whenever he says it's good, it's the most dangerous time. And she has a fierce personality and uncertain.

Even the little Xuanzi beside him was waiting carefully, buried his head and dared not look at the man standing at the desk.

Ximen Que suddenly turned around, pulled up the cow tendon whip hanging on the wall, and slapped it fiercely to Nangong Waner. Nangong Wan'er was so nervous that she was fully prepared. But she never thought that Ximenque would suddenly do it, and so fast and so cruel. Unpreceviably, he was pulled over to the ground. When he raised his head, the second whip had already come up.

This cow tendon whip is an ancient artifact. At this moment, Nangong Waner is beating, and every whip is real, flesh and blood is rolled up. Nangong Waner hummed and wanted to slowly hold the table and stand up, but she ushered in the third whip.

Ximen Que said coldly, "You are all the same. You all want to kill him and want her to leave me... But what I want is to make a country and let her stand side by side with me..."

Nangong Wan'er trembled and grabbed the table legs fiercely, squeezed her lips tightly, did not shout, and always hummed, and endured every whip hit by Ximenque.

Xiao Xuanzi was stunned and knelt straight on the ground: "Your Majesty, don't fight. Don't fight again. If you hit Wan'er again, it will be gone!"

Ximenque didn't hear it, and he said lightly: "You all deserve to die... You all deserve to die..."

But he never saw Nangong Wan'er's mouth slowly cracking a sneer. The smile became colder and colder. It seemed to be self-mocking and sarcastic: "Fight! If you kill me, Murong Yu can come back to you... If I die, she can fall in love with you, Ximenque. Just beat me to death..."

Hearing this, the anger in Ximenque's heart prevailed. Nangong Wan'er's pain also picked up his heartache.

At this moment, he has completely lost his mind and does not care about the life and death of the person under the debate. He was more ruthless and gathered all the anger in his heart in the strength of the whip.

Suddenly "Dong!" With a sound, the door was knocked open, and Xiao Xuanzi instinctively looked over. The cold leader Leng Yue was standing at the door, his face was wrapped in a thick helmet, and he couldn't see his expression clearly, but his hands were tightly grasped and hanging on his side, looking at the scene in front of him.

I don't know why, when I saw Commander Han at this moment, Xiao Xuanzi suddenly felt uneasiness in his heart. He knelt down to Ximenque and hugged his legs and said, "Your Majesty, I can't fight anymore. If it goes on like this, Miss Wan'er will really be gone!"

Ximenque's pupils turned red, like a bloodthirsty demon, and it seemed that Xiao Xuanzi's voice could not be heard at all.

Leng Yue walked in with firm steps and heavy footsteps. She arched her hand and said, "Your Majesty!"

The whip in Ximenque's hand finally paused.

Although Leng Yue was saluteing, her eyes were always looking at Nangong Waner, who was curled up at the table and her whole body was blurred. Those eyes sank and closed tightly. It seemed that they couldn't bear to look at it again: "The Southern Emperor and Mr. Luzi are looking for a meeting!"

It's so late. What are Yin Xueyuan and Luanzi going to do when they see Ximenque?

Ximenque never opened his eyes and glanced at Nangong Wan'er, and gently put away the whip in his hand: "What's the matter?"

"I don't know!"

Yin Xueyuan is the emperor of the Southern Kingdom and also an ally of Shu. Since the last time he was rescued in the Qi military camp, he has been recuperating in the Shu Palace. She is indifferent by nature, a little like Murong Yu, but a little more broad than Murong Yu.

Ximen Que took the whip in his hand and walked out of the door. Xiao Xuanzi got up and tidied up his clothes and followed closely. At this moment, Yin Xueyuan and Luanzi are waiting in the main hall of Chaocheng Hall.

When Ximenque left, Leng Yue slowly walked to Nangong Waner, who was covered with scars, and wanted to help her up, but suddenly she heard Nangong Waner sneer. The laughter was cold and sad. Listening to Leng Yue's heart, no matter how indifferent he was, he was suddenly shocked.

She held the table and slowly got up. She didn't look at Leng Yue and stumbled out of the door. Just like when every whip of Ximenque was pulled over just now, he still didn't hum.

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