"Your Highness." The secret guard beside him called Xuan Tianhua, who was slightly stunned, and asked, "How do we deal with the body?"
Xuan Tianhua waved his hand and said, "Let's find a good place to bury him! He has been removed from the royal family tree by my father, and cannot be buried in the Xuan family tomb, but his body cannot be left in the wilderness like this." After he said that, without even looking at the corpse, he picked up Xiangrong and went up to the city wall.
On the tower, Feng Yuheng had seen everything clearly below. When Xuan Tianhua came up, she didn't say much. She just took Xiangrong to her and took her pulse. When she was sure that Xiangrong was just too frightened and hadn't eaten for too long, which led to the loss of physical strength, she couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, and then said to Xuan Tianhua: "Seventh brother, don't worry, he's fine, he will be fine after a few days of recuperation."
Xuan Tianhua nodded, his mood was indifferent, with a hint of sadness between his brows.
Feng Yuheng knew that he felt bad. Although the Eighth Prince had done too many wrong things and deserved no death, it was Xuan Tianhua who did it himself. This was a bit cruel to this immortal. But if it wasn't cruel, it would be the greatest cruelty to Xuan Tianmo. After all, one side had to make a small sacrifice. Xuan Tianhua chose to do it himself and gave his brother a relief, which was also a great merit.
She said to Xuan Tianhua: "Everyone has their own destiny. His destiny is like this. It can be regarded as retribution, but it can also be regarded as atonement. If the person in the afterlife really knows about it, he will be grateful to Seventh Brother."
He also 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 trouble, we will cut off their hope. The eighth prince has passed away, and the world will be announced tomorrow!"
They were making plans on the 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 military commander. The woman was very ordinary, not good-looking, but not ugly. But her eyes seemed to see through the world, revealing a sense of vicissitudes and insight.
The man held a fine bow in his hand, and the arrow was pointed directly at Yu Qianyin, who was still hanging on the city wall. The coldness brought by the arrow made the woman beside him squint her eyes, not wanting to look.
She was a little worried, and whispered to the man with the bow: "Do you really want to kill her? She is the sixth princess of Zong Sui. If we kill her, will we still be able to survive when we meet Zong Sui again?"
The man snorted coldly and said, "The new emperor is not a fool. Since he wants to rebel against Dashun and even cultivate a puppet emperor to control Dashun, he should understand that if he wants to achieve great things, he must give up. If he can't even give up his half-sister, then what's the point of being a shitty emperor."
"But that human skin mask..."
"Don't worry, the Third Prince of Zong Sui will be here soon. Although his leather craftsmanship is a little worse than that of the Sixth Princess, he is still one of the top three people in Zong Sui. The plan won't be stopped if the Sixth Princess is lost." He sneered as he spoke, "Does Dashun think that the Eighth Prince is dead and his face is useless? Little did he know that when a dead person is resurrected, it will shock people even more!"
As he spoke, he raised his head and looked upwards. When his eyes met Feng Yuheng, his heart trembled uncontrollably. He did not shoot the arrow in his hand immediately, but stopped drawing the bow. After staring at each other for a while, he said, "Maybe, we don't need to take action. She will solve it for us."
"She?" The woman beside him looked dazed and raised her head. She saw a woman in blue standing with the Seventh Prince in white. The majestic aura of the women was enough to shock the soldiers on the tower. The man beside him in white was like a fairy. She had secretly glanced at him in her early years. "Didn't they say that she was marrying the Ninth Prince? Why do they look so well matched when standing together with the Seventh Prince?" She murmured subconsciously. She only thought that after so many years, the face that was familiar to the soul and the body that was familiar to the bones had grown up and transformed to the point that she could hardly recognize them.
"Yes! She looks great with anyone she stands with." The man also sighed, "The Feng family treated her badly, but they didn't know that this love had already been made up. Poor thing, she just doesn't want to stand with me, she just doesn't want to..."
"Why do I seem to see an acquaintance?" Suddenly, on the tower, Feng Yuheng's eyes fixed on one place and narrowed. She whispered to Xuan Tianhua beside her: "Seventh Brother, I seem to see Bu Cong!" But after she said this, before the other party could investigate further, and before she could take a closer look, her sight suddenly shifted from the person who seemed to be Bu Cong to the face of the woman beside her.
Feng Yuheng had never been so frightened before, so much so that when she met the woman's eyes, she felt fear in her heart and subconsciously took a step back.
Xuan Tianhua was startled and hurriedly helped her up, but he saw that Feng Yuheng's face was pale, and even his lips were bloodless. He was obviously afraid. But he couldn't figure it out. Even if he saw Bu Cong, what was there to be afraid of? When Bu Cong disappeared, no one could find him for so many years. And the other party was once the leader of Bu Jie, so it was possible that he could sneak into Zong Sui. And with his ability, it was natural for him to switch to Zong Sui and become a general.
Xuan Tianhua thought that if Bu Cong appeared at this time, it meant that he had an inseparable relationship with Zong Sui people, and there was nothing strange about it. Why was Feng Yuheng afraid?
He didn't understand where this fear came from, and in fact, even Feng Yuheng himself couldn't explain why the feeling of fear suddenly rose in his heart. It was like a fake encountering a real thing, and he wanted to escape and hide to avoid being discovered.
She stared at the woman, and the woman was also staring at her. During this time, it seemed that someone next to her who was suspected to be Bu Cong said something to the other woman. The two of them retreated step by step and finally disappeared into the night and were never seen again.
Feng Yuheng gradually came to his senses, staring at the empty corner below the city wall, feeling a little dazed for a moment.
Xuan Tianhua asked anxiously beside her: "What happened?"
She came back to her senses, rubbed her eyes, and said in a daze: "Nothing, it seems that I saw it wrong. I saw two people down there just now, the man is Bu Cong, and I don't know who the woman is. I just felt that her eyes were familiar, but I couldn't tell where I had seen her before." As she spoke, she tapped her forehead and rubbed her temples. After looking at the corner again and making sure that there was really no one there, she waved her hands and sighed: "I have been so nervous these days and too tired that my eyes are a little blurry!"
Xuan Tianhua didn't believe her words, but Feng Yuheng insisted on saying so, so he didn't ask any more questions. He just pointed at Yu Qianyin who was still hanging there and asked, "How are you going to deal with this person?"
Feng Yuheng still held the gun in his hand. He looked at Yu Qianyin for a while, and suddenly said to Xuan Tianhua: "Seventh Brother, do you know? I saved Xiangrong, killed those Zong Sui people, and even the Eighth Prince died, but I didn't feel the pleasure of revenge. I just feel very tired. The enemies come one after another, and I am overwhelmed. Tell me, as long as people are in the right and wrong, this kind of thing will never end? When will it end?"
Xuan Tianhua didn't want to answer this question, because they were already in such an identity and political situation. Unless they could run away without caring about anything, otherwise, there would be no end.
"Forget it." Feng Yuheng smiled lightly, and at the same time raised his right hand holding the gun, pointing the gun barrel directly at Yu Qianyin, "Let what should come come, and what should go go!" After that, the voice suddenly rose slightly, and it was to Yu Qianyin that he said: "Open your eyes, I'll show you the weapon in my hand. I tell you, this is called a gun, and His Highness the Ninth Prince and I used this thing to capture several cities in ancient Shu in one fell swoop. Just now you also saw how a gun kills people, Princess of Zong Sui, do you think that with such a weapon, you Zong Sui are really sure to defeat Dashun?"△≧.*(.*)△≧,
After she finished speaking, without waiting for Yu Qianyin to speak, she suddenly pulled the trigger, aimed at Yu Qianyin's forehead and shot.
Yu Qianyin died without making a sound. Feng Yuheng said, "You don't know that it is your blessing to die under my gun!" After she finished speaking, she smiled and turned to Xuan Tianhua and said, "Seventh brother, Princess Zong Sui is dead, and the war is about to start. It's time for us to prepare for the war!"
That night, gunshots rang out at the East Gate, and blood was everywhere. People died one after another, including the prince of Dashun and the princess of Zong Sui. The ground below the tower was stained with blood, and all of this disappeared without a trace as the soldiers quickly cleaned it up. Except for the faint smell of blood in the air and the strange "loud noise" heard by nearby residents last night, it seemed as if nothing had happened that night. When the first ray of sunlight broke through the sky in the early morning, the city gate opened again and began to welcome people who were leaving or entering the city.
"Madam, you seem to know Dashun Capital very well. We have been walking for so long, but you haven't asked for directions!" On the streets of the capital, a master and a servant were walking. The master was a girl of seventeen or eighteen years old, with an ordinary appearance, the kind that you would not be able to find in a crowd. It was none other than the person who accompanied Bu Cong last night.
After hearing what the maid said, a trace of caution flashed across her eyes, and then she said to the maid calmly: "Since I came here with my husband, I naturally have to know something about this place. I have read the topographic map countless times, so why do I need to ask for directions?"
The maid nodded, not doubting anything, just looking around curiously, looking at the prosperity of Dashun Kyoto, thinking that although Zongsui was not bad, it was still a little small compared to Dashun. For example, Kyoto, Dashun is vast, and Kyoto is almost twice as large as Zongsui, and the things sold are more fresh and unique. If she hadn't gone to the street with her wife today, she really wanted to buy a few things.
The two of them seemed to be wandering aimlessly, but they had unknowingly wandered into a quiet alley. Then, the woman stopped in front of a mansion gate, raised her head and looked at the plaque, with a hint of thought between her brows. But she murmured, "Yao Mansion..."
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