And Murong Tianyun beside her, although she has the same surname as Murong, what does it matter?

After crossing over, she was the adopted daughter of the Murong family, and she didn't have any blood, just a title.

Murong Xiao believes that if he loves her like Murong Qianyun, he will definitely use his iron and blood to deal with this "brother and sister" problem properly and give an explanation to the courtiers.

The summer rain stopped as soon as it was said, and Long Yuan had just entered the noon gate, and the pouring rain had already turned into sporadic light rain.

The breeze blows, accompanied by a strong peony floral fragrance and a mixed ...... in the floral fragrance The smell of blood!

With such a strong fragrance of flowers, you can smell the smell of blood, looking at the peony flowers all over the palace, Murong Xiao's face froze, and he turned his head to look at Murong Qianyun suddenly, and asked angrily:

"Didn't you promise me not to kill the Kings and Praetorian Guards?"

"Don't kill?" Murong Qianyun turned his head to look at Murong Xiao, and asked seriously, "Then how should I deal with it?" ”

"You can surrender, or let them be disarmed and returned to the field."

Murong Tianyun sneered and said unhappily, "Do you know how many of his secret guards are mixed in these Imperial Forest Army and Praetorian Guards? Once I surrender or let them return to the field, it means letting the tiger go back to the mountain.

They are all the dead soldiers of that man, and even if he dies, these people will wait for an opportunity to take revenge. Do you want to watch me get killed by that guy? ”

"Dark Guard?" Murong Xiao also gave him a sneer.

"How can his secret guard have such a dish that your soldiers will slaughter in this palace at will? Murong Qianyun, whether these people who were killed were secret guards or not, I don't want to argue with you, you know best in your heart.

There are 30,000 Imperial Forest Army, 20,000 Praetorian Guards, and a total of 50,000 Protectors in the Imperial City. The South Vietnamese soldiers were not as good as other countries, and now that the countries were fighting openly and secretly, a scuffle was inevitable.

Not only did you not take the opportunity to expand your army, but you even slaughtered a whole 50,000 people, do you think that you can rest easy after defeating the Thousand Nights? ”

"Don't put his name in front of me! I have the cannons and bombs that Murong Yan helped me make, who would dare to be my enemy in this world? ”

Originally, Murong Qianyun was still patiently listening to Murong Xiao's education, but when he heard the words "Thousand Nights", Murong Tianyun couldn't listen to it anymore.

Stared at Murong Xiao with red eyes, almost wanting to make a hole in her heart, and then said word by word: "Now that I am the emperor, I can kill whoever I want." Not to mention 50,000 soldiers, as long as it is a person who has a thousand nights, I will kill 500,000! ”

Seeing Murong Tianyun lose control again, Murong Xiao's heart jumped suddenly, turned his face to the side, and didn't say a word to him again.

The hand rested on her high bulging belly again, where she stroked, a small foot was there, and then slid from one side of the belly to the other. Immediately, the whole stomach fluctuated, and finally calmed down.

Murong Xiao took another deep breath and fiercely suppressed the surging anger and disgust for Murong Tianyun.

This man was spoiled by his father and mother, and although he won the throne, he was completely unqualified to be emperor. At the beginning, she repeatedly objected to Murong Yan making a bomb for Murong Tianyun, but Murong Yan didn't listen to her, and Murong Tianyun didn't listen to her.

The use of shells and explosives in this era of cold weapons is tantamount to dropping nuclear weapons on someone else's land at will in modern times. She has almost seen his final ruin, his family ruined, his family betrayed, and he was accused of the misery of all the people.

But no matter what, he is the father of the child in her womb. What's more, his irrepressible anger is more or less related to her.