"Your Highness." The secret guard beside him whispered to Xuan Tianhua, who was stunned in the spot, and asked: "How to deal with the corpse?"

Xuan Tianhua waved his hand, "Find a good place to bury him! He has been removed from the royal family genealogy by his father. He cannot enter the Xuan family's clan tomb, but he cannot just throw the corpse in the wilderness." After he said that, he did not look at the corpse again, picked up the corpse and went up to the city tower.

On the city tower, Feng Yuheng had already seen everything below clearly. When Xuan Tianhua came up, she didn't say much, but took Xiangrong a few times and personally took the pulse. When she was sure that Xiangrong was too scared and had not eaten for too long, she could not help but breathe a sigh of relief, and then said to Xuan Tianhua: "Brother Seventh Brother, don't worry, you'll be fine if you're not seriously injured, just cultivate for a while."

Xuan Tianhua nodded, his emotions were faint, and there was always a hint of sorrow between his eyebrows.

Feng Yuheng knew that he was not feeling well. Although the Eighth Prince did too many mistakes and was not worth merciless, it was Xuan Tianhua's own hands, which was really a bit cruel for this immortal. But if it was not cruel, then Xuan Tianmo would be the greatest cruel. In any case, one party wanted to sacrifice a little, and Xuan Tianhua chose to do it himself and gave the younger brother a liberation, which was considered to be immeasurable merit.

She said to Xuan Tianhua: "Everyone has his own destiny. His destiny is like this, which is retribution, but it is also atonement. If a person really knows it in the spring, he will be grateful to Brother Seven."

He nodded, "I know." Then he sighed again, and said, "I will report this matter to the court tomorrow morning. Since Zong Sui wants to use Mo'er's face to make a fuss, we will cut off their hope. The eighth prince will die and announce it to the world tomorrow!"

They were planning on the city tower, but they didn't know that at this moment, at a corner below, there was a man and a woman standing. The man was in his twenties, with a tough and resolute face, and looked like a general. The woman was born very ordinary, not good-looking, but only not ugly. But her eyes seemed to see through the world, with a sense of vicissitudes and a sense of insight into everything.

The man held a messy bow in his hand, and at this time he had already put the bow on the strings. The arrow pointed directly at Yu Qianyin, who was still hanging on the city tower. The chill caused by the arrow to make the woman beside him squint and didn't want to go and see.

She was a little worried and asked the man who was wearing the bow in a low voice: "Do you really want to kill? She is the sixth princess of Zong Sui. If you kill him, can we still have a way out when we meet Zong Sui?"

The man snorted coldly and said, "The new emperor is not a fool. Since he has the idea of ​​betraying Dashun or even cultivating a puppet emperor to control Dashun, he should understand that if he wants to achieve great things, he must give up. If he is willing to give up, he will gain. If he can't even give up a half-sister, he will be a bullshit emperor."

"But that human skin mask..."

"Don't worry, the third prince of Zong Sui will arrive soon. Although his skill in leather making is a little worse than that of the Sixth Princess, he is also the one who can be included in the top three. He will not be able to continue the plan without losing the Sixth Princess." He sneered while saying, "Dashun thought that the Eighth Prince was dead, and that face would be useless? Little did he know that when a dead person was resurrected again, the shock would be greater for people!"

He said, looking up again. When his eyes touched Feng Yuheng, his heart still trembled uncontrollably. The arrows set up in his hand did not shoot out immediately, but stopped the bow pulling momentum until he looked at each other for a while before saying, "Maybe, we don't need to take action, she will solve it for us."

"She?" The woman beside her looked dazed and looked up. But she saw a woman in blue standing with the seventh prince in white. The woman's power was magnificent, and she could shake the soldiers on the city tower. The man beside her was a person she had secretly looked at her in her early years. "Didn't she say the person she married was the ninth prince? Why did she stand with the seventh prince look so compatible?" She murmured subconsciously, saying that after years of vagueness, the face that was familiar to the soul, the body that was familiar to the bones, had grown up, and she almost couldn't recognize her.

"Yes! She is very compatible with anyone standing with." The man also sighed: "The Feng family has treated her poorly, but she doesn't know that this care has been made up for a long time. Poor, she just doesn't want to stand with me, just don't want to..."

"Why do I seem to see an acquaintance?" Suddenly, on the city tower, Feng Yuheng's eyes stared at one place and narrowed. She said softly to Xuan Tianhua beside her: "Brother Seven, I seem to see Bu Cong!" But after saying this, before the other party could delve into it or she would look carefully, her eyes suddenly changed, and she turned from the person who was suspected to be Bu Cong to the woman beside her.

Feng Yuheng had never been so horrified as at this time, so when she looked at the woman, she felt fear in her heart, and then subconsciously took a step back.

Xuan Tianhua was startled and quickly helped her, but saw Feng Yuheng's face was pale and his lips were bloodless, and he was clearly afraid. But he couldn't understand, even if he saw Bu Cong, what was there to be afraid of? When Bu Cong disappeared, no one could find anyone for so many years, and the other party was once the commander of the Bu Realm, so it was possible to get into Zong Sui. And with the other party's ability, it was natural to change to Zong Sui to become a general.

Xuan Tianhua thought that if Bu Cong appeared at this time, it meant that the other party had an inseparable relationship with the people of Zong Sui, and there was nothing strange about it. Why was Feng Yuhengdi scared?

He didn't understand where this fear came from, but in fact, even Feng Yuheng himself couldn't explain why the fear suddenly arose in his heart. It was like a fake that encountered a real product, and he wanted to escape and hide to avoid being discovered.

She stared at the woman, who was also looking at her. During this period, it seemed that the person who seemed to Bu Cong around her had said something to the other party. The two of them retreated step by step and finally hid in the night and could not see each other again.

Feng Yuheng gradually woke up and stared at the corner below the city tower where there was no one anymore, and felt a little dazed for a moment.

Xuan Tianhua asked anxiously beside her: "What happened?"

She then came to her senses, rubbed her eyes, and said in a daze: "It's nothing, it seems that I've seen it wrong. I just saw two people below. The man was Bu Cong, and the woman didn't know who it was. She just felt familiar, but she couldn't say she had seen it somewhere." She said as she knocked on her forehead, rubbed her temples, and then looked at the corner again and confirmed that there was no one else. Then she waved her hand and sighed: "I've been nervous these days, so tired, and my eyes are a little blurry!"

Xuan Tianhua didn't believe what she said, but Feng Yuheng insisted on saying this, so he couldn't ask any more. He just pointed at Yu Qianyin who was still hanging there and asked, "What are you going to do with this person?"

Feng Yuheng's gun was still in his hand. After looking at Yu Qianyin for a while, he suddenly said to Xuan Tianhua: "Brother Seven, do you know? He saved Xiangrong, killed those Sui people, and even the Eighth Prince died, but I didn't have the pleasure of revenge. I just felt very tired, and the enemies came to my eyes one by one, overwhelmed. Do you think that as long as people are in trouble, such things will never end? When will they be the leader?"

Xuan Tianhua didn't want to answer this question because they were already under such an identity and political situation. Unless they could fly away without caring, they would be out of reach.

"Forget it." Feng Yuheng smiled slightly, and at the same time raised his right hand holding the gun, pointing the gun barrel straight at Yu Qianyin-"Let what should come and go!" After saying that, the voice suddenly rose slightly, saying to Yu Qianyin: "You open your eyes and I will let you see the weapons in my hand. I tell you, this is called a gun. Your Highness and I used this kind of thing to win several cities in ancient Shu. Just now, you also saw how the gun killed people. Princess of Zong Sui, do you think under such weapons, Zong Sui is really sure to win the victory?"

After she finished speaking, she didn't wait for Yu Qianyin to speak, but she suddenly pulled the trigger, aimed at Yu Qianyin's forehead and shot it.

Yu Qianyin couldn't even make a sound at the end and died like that. Feng Yuheng said, "Actually, you don't know that it's really your blessing to die under my gun!" After she said that, she smiled wildly, turned to Xuan Tianhua and said, "Brother Seventh Brother, Princess Zong Sui is dead, and the war is about to begin. It's time for us to prepare for the war!"

That night, gunfire was everywhere at the East City Gate, and blood was everywhere. People died one after another, including Dashun's princes and Zong Sui princess. The blood from the ground stained the land below the city tower, and all of this quickly disappeared without a trace under the rapid clearance of the soldiers. Apart from the blood in the air and the strange "loud sound" heard by the nearby people last night, it seemed that nothing had happened that night. When the first ray of sunshine in the morning broke out, the city gate opened again, and began to welcome people who were either out of the city or entering the city.

"Madam, you seem to know very well about Dashun Beijing. We have been walking for so long, but we haven't seen you ask for directions!" On the streets of the capital, a master and a servant were walking. The master was a woman of seventeen or eighteen years old, with an ordinary appearance and could not be found even if she was thrown into the crowd. It was not other people, but the person who accompanied Bu Cong last night.

After hearing what the maid next to her said, a trace of caution flashed in her eyes, and then she spoke to the maid lightly: "Since I came here with my husband, I naturally have to understand this place. I don't know how many times I have seen the topographic map, so why do I have to ask for directions?"

The maid nodded, without doubting it. She just looked around curiously, looking at the prosperity of Dashun Kyoto, thinking that although the other end of Zongsui was good, compared with Dashun, she was still a little petty. For example, Kyoto, Dashun is wide, Kyoto is almost twice as popular as that of Zongsui, and the things she sold were fresher and more unique. If she hadn't gone out with her wife today, she would have really wanted to buy a few.
Chapter completed!