After the failed attempt to pretend to be dead, the sickly child was favored by the treacherous mini

Sui Yi jumped onto the cabin and released a flare into the sky.

The reins that were pulled on the shoulders of the trackers in front floated to the surface of the water in an instant and were then tied to the trees on the shore.

Countless soldiers dressed in clothes very similar to the color of the pleasure boat came from the water and the shore, stepping on the reins and heading towards the pleasure boat.

The original crushing victory quickly turned into an evenly matched opponent, and then with continued fighting, it turned into a reverse crushing victory.

Xia Hong has stationed 30,000 Northern Border troops here, so naturally he wants to ensure that nothing goes wrong.

What we want to promote is naturally the prestige of the Great Xia nation.

Xia Hong wanted to use such bloody means to let all the royal relatives, including the envoys from foreign countries, on the imperial boat see clearly that although he, Xia Hong, no longer cared about state affairs, he was still the supreme king of Great Xia.

Those who dare to have disloyal thoughts should keep a low profile and behave themselves, and they may still be able to keep their lives.

Even his eldest son would end up losing his head, so anyone else who dared to have a different mind would surely end up with the pain of losing their country and their race.

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The spacious dragon bed that originally belonged to Xia Hong is now occupied by Shen Jinmo. Doctor Shu keeps looking for the right strength in the turbulence.

The beads of sweat dripping from his forehead showed how difficult the current situation was.

Zhong Yuanyuan walked to Xia Hong's side and said, "Your Majesty, your power is too great, and Doctor Shu will not dare to draw his sword."

Only Zhong Yuanyuan can say this, and only Zhong Yuanyuan dares to say this.

Xia Hong could only listen to what Zhong Yuanyuan said.

He held Zhong Yuanyuan's hand with his backhand, looked up and found peace of mind in her calm eyes.

Finally, he left Shen Jinmo.

"I just want to ask you one question, how is Wang Heng?"

"The dagger didn't pierce the heart, but it missed the target by a tiny bit. Lord Shen is definitely dead."

Xia Hong drew the long sword from the hand of the secret guard beside him and placed it on Doctor Shu's neck.

"If there is any slightest change, you will die."

Letting go of Zhong Yuanyuan's hand, Xia Hong walked out of the room holding the sword and headed straight for the culprit behind this incident.

The secret guards beside him killed all those who blocked Xia Hong's progress. Xia Ling, who was originally complacent in the front, was forced to fight hard with a long sword in hand, and did not notice Xia Hong coming behind him.

Without any hesitation, Xia Hong stabbed the sword in his hand straight into Xia Ling's back.

I saw a figure in gorgeous clothes throwing himself at Xia Ling with all his strength, blocking his back.

Xia Ling turned around suddenly and saw Zhong Luoyue, who was pierced through the body but still stood behind him and protected him with her life.

When he had the upper hand, Xia Ling, who did not pull Zhong Luoyue out of the enemy camp because he was worried that Zhong Luoyue would become a bargaining chip to threaten him, was completely stunned by the scene before him.

"Ling'er... run away... run away..."

He drew out the sword with one hand and kicked Zhong Luoyue away with the other.

The moment Xia Hong thrust his sword towards Xia Ling again, the woman with bloodshot mouth once again rested on the sword tip.

Zhong Luoyue fell backwards into Xia Ling's arms, blood gushing out of her mouth and falling on Xia Ling's neck.

All I heard was that Zhong Luoyue, who had been despised by Xia Ling for years and was incompetent, said with her last breath: "Mother's Ling'er has always been excellent. Mother is proud of you."

"It's mother...useless. In the next...next life, our Ling'er...will definitely have a powerful mother..."

"In my next...life, my mother's son will surely achieve what he wants..."

The golden hairpin, which was sharpened in the palm of her hand, smashed onto the thickly carpeted deck of the cabin.

silent.

Just like countless nights, Zhong Luoyue held the golden hairpin and stabbed it into the quilt again and again, fantasizing that she could find an opportunity to stab Zhong Yuanyuan and Xia Ling to death with her own hands.

No fruit.

Xia Ling, holding Zhong Luoyue in his arms, looked so disheveled and helpless.

He frantically tried to stop the bleeding wounds on Zhong Luoyue's body, but to no avail.

Because the long sword in Xia Hong's hand, as if to vent his anger, stabbed at Zhong Luoyue again and again in front of Xia Ling.

Full of holes, a sword pierces the heart thousands of times.

Guilt and years of condemnation pierced Xia Ling's heart, which had long forgotten true love and only cared about power.

Xia Ling, who once envied Xia Yu for having a mother who risked her life to protect him, actually always had a mother who treated him best.

"what……"

With a wail toward the sky, Xia Ling grasped the hilt of the sword and suddenly stood up, delivering a final, life-for-life blow to Xia Hong.

"You beast, you lunatic, give me back my mother."

He did not retreat an inch, but countless people blocked the knife for Xia Hong.

Xia Hong used his strength to tell Xia Ling what it meant to be firmly in the sky and unshakable.

"I suddenly don't want to kill you anymore."

Tired of seeing Xia Ling's hideous and ugly appearance, Xia Hong turned back, stepping on the corpses of countless guards who had sacrificed their lives for him.

He said nonchalantly, "Put him in a cage and take him back to the capital. When my Wang Heng gets better, I will personally deliver you, the one who killed his husband, to him."

"How do you think you will end up with Wang Heng's love for Xie Nanxing?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a groan of pain was heard from inside the house.

Xia Hong suddenly dropped the blood-stained sword and ran towards where Shen Jinmo was.

Basin after basin of blood was brought out from the house. Doctor Shu kept sprinkling hemostatic powder, but the blood oozing from Shen Jinmo's heart swallowed it up again and again.

Zhong Yuanyuan's hand was shaking as he held the medicine bottle. This was the only life-saving pill in the world that Xia Qi had given him on the day he ascended the throne. He fed it into Shen Jinmo's mouth with warm water.

Xie Nanxing, who had been away from Dingxi County in a carriage for six days, suddenly woke up from his bed in the inn.

Cold sweat covered his pale face, and tears washed his bright eyes into emptiness.

Waves of bone-gnawing pain came from his heart, and fate was opening its huge mouth, ready to tear Xie Nanxing into pieces and devour him alive.

The bloody scene in the dream emerged from the pain. Xie Nanxing, who was in so much pain that he could not stand, simply pulled the curtain and rolled off the bed.

With his pale fingertips piercing the floor, Xie Nanxing crawled towards the door bit by bit.

Hearing the noise, Lu Bai walked out of the next room with disheveled clothes. The moment he suddenly pushed open Xie Nanxing's door, his breathing stopped suddenly.

No one had ever seen Xie Nanxing so miserable.

No matter how haggard Xie Nanxing looked, he had never looked so miserable, as if he had crawled out of hell.

He picked up Xie Nanxing from the ground, wrapped him in a quilt and ran out.

Although he didn't know why, Lu Bai knew that he had to take Xie Nanxing to see a doctor: "Master, I will take you to see a doctor, don't be afraid."

Tears fell drop by drop, and the words that emerged from the pain were lighter than the evening breeze: "Xiao...Xiaobai, it hurts, my husband hurts..."

"Xiaobai...I'm not going...to see the doctor...I'm riding back to the capital...I want to...I want to accompany him..."

"Xiaobai...Shen Jinmo...is waiting for me to come home..."