The villain of fast time travel is paranoid

Chapter 230 Disaster for the country and the demon concubine 57.0
Guan Fengyue stood on the edge of the cliff, the wind blew the broken hair on her face, and caressed her face. She quietly looked at Murong Yun not far away, and took a step back. Under Murong Yun's unbelievable eyes, Slightly smiled: "I said before, I don't want to be your burden, I never owe you anything."

After speaking, she took a step back and fell off the cliff.

Murong Yun roared in despair, he wanted to run towards her, and put her beside him, but was stopped by the guards: "Go away! Let me go!"

"Your Majesty, absolutely not, the Murong Dynasty cannot live without you! Your Majesty!"

The corner of her clothes disappeared on the edge of the cliff, and her shadow was no longer seen. Murong Yun stared blankly at the place she had just stood before, and fell powerlessly to the ground.

His chest was stuffy, as if it had been torn apart by something, and he couldn't breathe in pain. He suddenly realized that she had really left, and there was no way to return to him.

A figure ran past him, he looked back, and saw Murong Qing running towards the edge of the cliff with a cold face, and then jumped down without hesitation.

"Is that the Fifth Prince?" The chief guard looked in shock at the person who followed Guan Fengyue to jump down.

"I still haven't been able...to save her." Murong Yun murmured in a daze. He stumbled to his feet, tugged at the corners of his mouth, stroked his forehead, and laughed softly. His laughter became louder and louder. The more crazy.

Tears flowed down the corners of his eyes, he covered his face, thinking of the scene when he drove Murong Qing back to the fief with Guan Fengyue's life as a threat, he suddenly felt ironic.

At that time, he was dazed by Guan Fengyue's anger and said many ugly words. After hearing his words, Murong Qing, who had always been cold and indifferent, suddenly became violent and knocked him down with a punch.

He roared unwillingly: "You just want to have fun, if so, don't provoke her."

He remembered the way Murong Qing looked at him, he was always indifferent to the things around him and didn't care, it was the first time he saw him loathe him so much, he wanted to kill him immediately.

He suddenly understood his feelings for Guan Fengyue, but he couldn't believe it or admit it. He was afraid that Guan Fengyue would feel differently towards him after discovering his feelings.

He was afraid that he would take Guan Fengyue away from him.

He said: "If you don't love her, don't provoke her. I can give you anything you want, but she can't."

"You?" Murong Qing chuckled when he heard his words, contemptuously and ironically, he looked down at him with disdain: "Are you worthy?"

"Your majesty..." The chief guard looked at him worriedly, and stretched out his hand to support him: "Are you alright?"

Murong Yun brushed his hand away, suddenly understood something, he stumbled back.

He was indeed unworthy. During the time they knew each other and loved each other, he was always the one who took it. He was held in the apex of her heart, but he trampled on her sincerity wantonly.

Even now, he has no way to save her.

He really doesn't deserve it.

Murong Yun was distracted again, he recovered under Dequan's call, the memorial in front of him had been unfolded for half an hour, but he didn't take a look into it.

He squeezed the center of his brows. It's been three months, and there has been no news for three full months.

He didn't find her body, nor did he find any relevant traces. She seemed to have disappeared, leaving him nowhere to be found.

"Your Majesty, the Empress has given birth." Dequan knew what he was thinking, sighed inwardly, and reminded him in a low voice.

Murong Yun squeezed the space between his eyebrows, put down the pen in his hand, closed the memorial and put it aside: "It's already this point."

"Your Majesty, do you want to take a look?"

Murong Yun nodded, he stood up, looked at the slightly desolate scene outside the window, and slightly pursed his lips: "Of course we have to go."

When he came to Kunning Palace and saw the crying child, he couldn't help being dazed. If Yue'er hadn't had a miscarriage, one of their children would be three months old.

Liu Qingyan lay pale on the bed, looked at the child in Murong Yun's arms tenderly, and said softly, "Your Majesty, what kind of name should I choose?"

"Let's call it Mochizuki." Murong Yun put the child down, took the handkerchief handed over by the palace maid and wiped his hands, without any emotion: "You have worked hard."

Then he looked at the maid in the palace who was clearly absent-minded, and said in a low voice: "You all go, get out of the palace as soon as possible before the thief comes, and find a way out."

On the day when Murong Qing and Guan Fengyue jumped off the cliff together, Murong Qing's generals suddenly rebelled and fought all the way from Murong Qing's fief to the capital.

He has never been talented in this aspect, and there is no available talent in the court. In the past three months, he has been beaten and retreated steadily, and he has no strength to fight back.

He suddenly felt the feeling of people from the Western Regions when they faced Murong Qing.

What's more, it is not Murong Qing who is rebelling now. If he is, it may take less than two months to completely capture the capital.

Now that Murong Qing's generals had already approached the city, the people in this palace also ran away, leaving only a few more loyal old people.

He has long been used to such scenes, and the so-called memorials on the table are just excuses and accusations made by the ministers who surrendered to the enemy.

The palace was dead silent, and most of the people left were people who had nowhere to go. They prayed to God and Buddha every day, and prayed devoutly, hoping to survive this rebellion.

I hope that the king this time will be kind and merciful, and let them live.

In the past few days, Murong Yun has long been used to seeing the parting of life and death, and he has already adjusted his attitude towards death.

When his army was completely defeated, he suddenly felt a lot easier in his heart. She left, and he was not secure in the throne.

Every time he sits on that dragon chair, he always thinks that he bought his position with her blood and flesh, and with the lives of her people.

Maybe it's good to die, so that he doesn't have to endure longing for her all the time, and he doesn't have to be sad because of her departure.

There is no need for her to wait for him down there for many years.

If there is an afterlife, he wants to find her instead.

"You should pack your things earlier and go." Murong Yun stood up, he was indifferent, and didn't care about the people around him, but Liu Qingyan was the mother of his child: "Take more money on the road, don't hurt yourself .”

Liu Qingyan's eyes were red, she pulled his sleeves, her voice choked up: "Murong Yun."

"Can't you see?" Liu Qingyan was a little desperate. No matter how far she went, how much she gave in and endured, he only had Guan Fengyue in his heart from beginning to end, and he turned a blind eye to the people around him.

Even Yu Guang was unwilling to give alms to her.

It's been like this from the beginning, and she realized it when he called her by Guan Fengyue's name after he was drunk while hugging her.

"I am willing to stay with you, I love you, Ayun."

(End of this chapter)