"Brother! Brother..." In the cell opposite the dungeon, Biyun knelt down to the front of the hard and cold iron fence. Her white joints held the cold black iron fence tightly, her eyes almost red, and her voice trembled.

shouting.

Hearing Biyun's anxious shouts, Bixiao raised his unswerving eyes. After a while, he calmed down and comforted softly: "I'm fine."

"Tsk tsk, what a pair of miserable mandarin ducks." Ye Jiangxue's eyes were dark, and a bloodthirsty smile flashed across the corner of her mouth.

"Your Majesty... is my fake imperial edict, it has nothing to do with me. Your Majesty... I beg you, don't hurt Brother Xiao..." As he said that, Biyun started to cry in despair.

Like His Majesty, she has people who need protection, and she just wants to protect the people she loves.

Ye Jiangxue's eyes were gloomy again, and she looked at Biyun coldly, her murderous aura was extremely ugly. Since she knew everything, why could she still do such a tragic thing?

"Clang" another crisp sound that broke through the air. Bixiao couldn't help but groan, and the pain surged from his internal organs. He couldn't help but fall to the ground, and blood scooped out from the corner of his mouth.

Seeing the blood spit out of His Majesty's mouth, Biyun's eyes were filled with pain, and she wanted to rush over immediately, and she wanted to bear all the pain for him, and she wanted to die with him...

"Does it hurt?" Ye Jiangxue suddenly smiled in her bright big eyes. Her red lips opened gently, and she slowly walked to Biyun, bent over, stretched out her pale hand to caress Bi.

Yun Jiaomei's pretty face asked gently.

Tears surged out like a dam breaking. She kept nodding her head, and her painful and trembling voice came from her hoarse voice: "Your Majesty... it's all my fault, it's all Biyun's fault. Biyun deserves to die.

, you punish Biyun!”

"Biyun, after following me for so long, do you really don't understand me? He was just injured, and Jun Qing at that time... I thought Jun Qing was dead at that time." Thinking of this, Ye Jiangxue's eyes were still

With pain.

After so long, she still panicked when she woke up every dream, for fear that he would disappear, for fear that he would leave, for fear that he would be harmed like last time.

Ye Jiangxue did not call herself me, but me. She wanted to tell her that she had really trusted her like a friend.

The heart-wrenching cry of Biyun echoed in the dark and closed dungeon. She felt sorry for him and her.

Bixiao remained silent, the corners of his mouth were still covered with blood scoops, and a faint smile appeared on his red lips. He stared at Yan Junqing with interest.

Unexpectedly, I really didn't expect that Yan Junqing, the "White-clad Ming Prime Minister" who was thin, gentle and indifferent in the past, was also a master of martial arts.

"Your Majesty... Biyun is wrong... As long as Your Majesty lets you go, Biyun is willing to be a cow and a horse, and to work hard for dogs and horses." Knowing Your Majesty's temperament, he also knows how much His Majesty trusts him, and crys with contempt and tears.

, tears flowed.

Time seemed to be still. In the empty and quiet dungeon, the four people didn't say a word and just looked at each other.

Bixiao looked at Yan Junqing tightly, and Yan Junqing looked calm and looked at him without squinting.

Ye Jiangxue's dim eyes stared at the tears of Biyun, and Biyun's longing eyes looked at Ye Jiangxue with anticipation.
Chapter completed!