Chapter 149 [Dispose of the Demon Girl]

Chapter Fourteen [Disposal of the Demon]

Zhang Ji stopped prying the chain, stared at Ru Mo's eyes, and said angrily, "Little princess, you are so determined to die for the dead King Rouran, right? You are so kind to me. Even if I try my best to send you out, how can you do this? Don't run away, wait for death, what is this?"

Zhang Ji's behavior had to make Ru Mo grateful. He was a man. If it were Shen Yue and Fan Yun, they would do the same. However, Shen Yue went to Xiao Baorong's place, and Fan Yun took Ning Xue to Xiao Baojuan's place, which was actually a surveillance. At this moment of internal and external troubles, Ru Mo can't make trouble. As I said earlier, she has always been willing to pay for Xiao Yan's life. As long as he is good, it will be fine.

"It's not because of the dead Rouran King. I'm because I can't hear the humiliation. Maybe only I'm dead, and they won't say anything. In a word, I've made up my mind. Go quickly. If someone finds out, I'll have another crime." Ru Mo closed her eyes, and her expression was like ice and snow that had not melted for thousands of years, which could not be changed.

Zhang Ji's hand shook it away fiercely and hit the chain. It was painful. It was so painful when he hit it. What's more, the chain scratched her delicate skin, which was almost stuck in the arm bone. What kind of woman is this? The firmness between her frowns made him afraid!

"Well, little princess, please take care of yourself. I have begged the prince for mercy. It's useless. I want to save you out, but it's useless. If you insist again and again, I can only let them do it faster at that time, so as not make you suffer." Zhang Ji had no choice but to gritt his teeth and knelt on the snow and kowtowed fiercely.

It's the same. The snow is stained with blood again... The pain in her arms made her almost pale, but there was a faint bright color under her long eyelashes. After Zhang Ji left, she smiled faintly: "If you do it, how can you use someone else's hand? I want him to come!"

Today's wind and snow are even more urgent. On both sides of the barracks, tens of thousands of people are watching. At the bottom, countless soldiers looked at it with spitting. They held their spears and swords in their hands and said fiercely, "Worify the country and the people, humiliate our army, shameless woman, kill her, kill her, kill her..."

The sound waves were fierce, and those contemptuous eyes were enough to shoot her to death. Treason, **, spies, and all the charges are all taken up. She suddenly has an idea that admires her. It's really not easy to make so many people angry and excited.

The treatment before death was quite good. Two sergeants came to her with a bowl of braised pork with rice and a bowl of wine. Everyone knew that it was enough to eat and drink. But just as the rice bowl in the hands of the two soldiers was about to touch her mouth, the bowl was broken by something, and then all the soldiers heard a loud voice - "Your Majesty!"

The man came a little too much. He didn't even let her take a bite of the delicious braised pork. Can't she be a starving ghost? After the salute, the sound of spitting just now disappeared, and the surroundings were almost too quiet.

Looking up, everyone fell on the ground. At another glance, the man was not wearing silver armor today, but wore a purple python brocade robe. Colorful vermilion hanging on the waist, black embroidered boots, taking advantage of the beautiful handsome face will make you think that this person is really harmless, not only harmless, but also gentle.

Ru Mo's eyes narrowed slightly, looked at Xiao Yan, who was as beautiful and luxurious as a jade tree, and smiled like a flower. "Why don't you even eat a good meal? I'm hungry..."

Xiao Yan raised a light smile at the corners of his mouth, but his eyebrows flashed a chill. His eyes darkened and said, "The behead rice is rough and not delicious. After eating it, it will destroy the stomach and intestines."

Her messy hair flew in the snow, and her smile was even bigger. "I thought you were stingy and didn't even want me to eat a behead meal..."

He quickly grabbed the words in her sentence in his mind and said quietly, "I can't bear it."

She restrained her smile and said nothing more. She just glanced at the sword in his hand and coughed unconsciously, saying that she was not afraid of being false, not to mention that the sword was murderous.

Hearing her cough, he first panicked and then angry. For a moment, the tip of his sword broke her shirt. At the same time, half of the jasmine tattoo on her chest showed, and the petals occupied the snowflakes, which was even more snow-white and attractive.

The sky and the earth suddenly have a strong wind and heavy snow. The expression on her face was firmer than anyone else, and her chest was pushed forward, and the tip of the sword, which had not yet pierced the flesh, pierced into the depths of her body.

At the moment when her head was about to be pulled down, her chin was held by a pair of slender hands, and a pair of narrow and beautiful eyes came into her eyes. He quickly and skillfully kissed her lips. At the moment when her lips and tongue were intertwined, her eyes widened slightly.

Tonight, there was a lot of joy in the barracks. The soldiers drank wine to celebrate, because their prince dealt with the witch. From then on, there was no such spies as Queen Rouran. She could be destroyed with Rouran.

Next to the prison frame, there was a man standing. He was far away from the joy, but stood here and let the snowflakes hit his face. This person was Shi Luo. According to the suggestions of the soldiers, Queen Rouran, the witch, must be buried in the wind and snow for three days and be punished by heaven and earth. In fact, this treatment is good. Such a person with the greatest evil disease should be dismembered by five horses to relieve his hatred.

Shi Luo bent down, wiped the snowflakes off the face of the "demon girl" with his hand, gritted his teeth and sneered, "If you want to die, you should die in front of your majesty. What is it?"

It was useless for him to say anything. The corpse woman could no longer hear it. Her eyes were closed, her snow-white skin was covered with snow, and there was no sound under her beautiful and pale face. Is she dead? Did she die like this?

Shi Luo began to tremble from the bottom of his heart, followed by limbs and bones. Fear came out of every pore of his body. This feeling was unprecedented. Except for what is related to your majesty, he has always been invisible, but what is this now? Is it fear?

Your Majesty hated this woman so much. When I first gave him the impression, I only felt that she was thin and her eyes were particularly divine, but now that she is dead, she suddenly feels that she is so peerless and beautiful!

Shi Luo closed his painful eyes and stopped struggling. He opened his eyes and picked up the "demon girl" on the ground and whistled gently. His horse ran towards them. He carefully hugged her on the horse and imprisoned her in his arms. Then he stretched out his hand and waved the whip, and the horse ran out.

In the dark night, the horse rolled wind and snow, and a man held a woman in his arms and drove on the road to the State of Wei...

The lights were hazy, the bed was fluttering, and the pain swallowed her up. There are Gong'e going in and out around, and there is a strong smell of medicine. The first thing I feel is that she is still alive. She is not afraid of death, but someone has said before that when you can not be afraid of death, you will be afraid of nothing, but this doesn't work. She is afraid, she is very afraid!

On the lakeside of the Wei Palace, Shi Luo lowered his head and knelt in panic. Emperor Wei said angrily, "Who asked you to bring Leng Rumo back?"

Shi Luo gritted his teeth and said, "Didn't your majesty always want to avenge the Empress Luo? Leng Rumo's life should always belong to His Majesty. Even if she dies, the body should be disposed of by His Majesty.

Emperor Wei's expression changed and said, "But Leng Rumo is not dead, and she still has a trace of breath."

Shi Luo raised his head, looked at the face of Emperor Wei, and hesitated, "Isn't that your Majesty? If you don't want Leng Rumo to live, you don't have to be a doctor..."

"Doctor Xuan, announce all the imperial doctors in the palace. Leng Rumo's life should be done by myself." Emperor Wei brushed his sleeves coldly, and the lake reflected on him, with an annoying shadow on his back.

The "patient" lying on ** was treated by the imperial doctors, and immediately regained a trace of anger, and his face gradually turned bloody. When Emperor Wei came in, a patient was staring straight and staring at the top.

Emperor Wei's eyes swept over the ** people. With a wave of his hand, the imperial doctor and Gong'e retreated. What are you looking at?" Emperor Wei's smile was cold.

The patient turned his head and replied faintly, "I'm looking at the carvings on the eaves of the bed. It's really exquisite and beautiful."

Emperor Wei's smile immediately condensed, and his eyes were deep, "What the hell are you doing? Leng Rumo."

Ru Mo's eyes raised slightly, "Can I call you Xiaowen?"

Emperor Wei was a little shocked and frowned and said, "That's my name."

Ru Mo smiled and said, "I don't care what the title is, I just like to call it that, okay?"

The man hiding in the door trembled and could hardly control his silence, and even his breathing became rapid. He really didn't know whether to save the woman. From a few days and nights of fast whips, he finally took her back to the palace. He was not sure whether His Majesty would kill the "enemy", but he knew that only here could she be treated. To his gratifying thing is that she, who has been standing up as a corpse, still has breath. If your majesty insists on saving this patient, it is also her life. He tried his best. From trying to kill her to saving him, he really didn't understand what he had done. Didn't he always be loyal to his majesty? Since when has this feeling changed?

The main account of Qi's military camp. Zhaocheng Yingtian came in gently, holding a bowl of silver-eared bird's nest porridge in her hand. She was about to speak, but she heard the people behind the desk say, "Go out."

Zhaocheng Yingtian was shocked. Why is it like this? Isn't Leng Rumo dead? Obviously, it was the prince who stabbed Leng Rumo with a sword. Shouldn't the prince resent the witch? Why do I still have no chance after the witch?

Sitting behind the desk, Xiao Yan turned over the pages in his hand and suddenly said coldly, "Who let you in? Get out of here."

Zhaocheng Yingtian trembled and smiled bitterly. She did not go out, but took a few steps forward and whispered, "Since Yingtian is the prince's person, she should share the prince's worries. When he was in the State of Yan, the imperial brother asked the teacher to teach Ying Tian to learn piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and learned four books and five classics. Not only that, but he was also a little satisficient in the riding and shooting method... Ying Tian doesn't want to be a woman who doesn't let Xu Mei. She just wants to be a virtuous assistant around the prince.

There was a dull crack, because the chair was almost knocked over because it got up too violently. Xiao Yan walked to Zhaocheng Yingtian and smiled coldly, "I have never liked women who are smart."

Zhaocheng Yingtian said hurriedly, "Yingtian is not smart. Yingtian just wants to help the prince. Why can she be Leng Rumo, but Yingtian can't? If Ying Tian is right, Leng Rumo is smarter than anyone else?"

Xiao Yan lifted his clothes, stepped forward, and said in a low voice, "Mo'er is as good as you. None of you are qualified to compare with her."