Chapter 53: Tyrant's blackening crisis

The red-blooded fire-burning cloud solidified in the evening sky, dyed the long white marble steps in front of the main hall of the palace.
The voices of Jin Ge's were endless, and the palace ladies and eunuchs fled everywhere. A large imperial city was full of mourning and shouting.
Step by step, the bottom of the soap boots embroidered with gold silk dragons, the sound of the sound of the water, the three emperors Lou Ruo heard if they did not hear, steplessly stepping on the dark red plasma along the steps.
The dark purple moiré flower hem hem swayed past the high threshold of the temple, and he slowly entered.
The father of the dragon chair, the neck is facing the long knife of his body guard, the blade is bright, the light can be seen, the blood drops dripping out.
The true dragon of the past must be arrogant at this moment, pale: "The obstacles, you should kill you in the first place!"
Lou Jiaruo picked up his mouth, picking up the slender phoenix tail, and looking at his own biological father, his lips and lips, and the words spit out into the bones: "Unfortunately, it is late."
He didn't want this cold throne at all. He just wanted to take his loved ones away from the sky... It will be theirs to go to this step today.
He is not satisfied! Will the first eldest son of the emperor be honored with Dabao? If there is no aura that covers the Prince, what else can he still have left? !
There was a fire in the heart of Lou Jiaruo.
Since she has pierced his delicate dagger into his lower abdomen, the flame that burned in his heart has been stretched to this day and never extinguished!
He just doesn't argue, it's not a fight!
Lou Jiaru wants to see.
Look at the prince who dares to seduce him, and after he has lost everything, will he still be as graceful and radiant as he used to be, and he will be in love with him.
Since the ancient times, the emperor who killed his father has not known how many, how can he do one more? ! However, he did not intend to kill the father.
The alive King who lost his power is better than a dead emperor. If Lou Jia does not hate him, no, it should be said that the person who hates the most is not him.
His dear father should live and live well.
He asked him to see with his own eyes the most beloved son, how to be tortured by his mouth, day after day, year after year.
There is also his Wang Hao, who grew up with him since childhood, a childhood, a good king who does not distinguish each other...
Lou Jiaruo sat on a large dragon chair, painfully tightening the square to twist the golden dragon's jade. Since they all want to climb up and would rather betray him for power, then he will take it, no one wants to get it!
The dark and heavy hall was empty, and only his lonely back was melted into the darkness. The silent low-lying sight seemed to have no focal length, and the deep eye was full of calm.
He only needs to wait quietly, waiting for his subordinates to catch her back, and then their dreams will be broken by his own hands.
The solemn and solemn hall was silent, and Lou Jiaru suddenly remembered the situation when she saw her for the first time.
That year, he was ten years old and she was eight years old.
She is holding a pure white puppies with a fleshy bell, standing in front of the two brothers in a delicate and delicate manner, proudly saying: "I am the daughter of the prime minister, who are you?!" The clear and bright scorpion looks good .
However, her gaze will only stay for her honorable Prince, and she will never look at him more.
Ten years later, he liked her for ten years, but she was driven out of the new house on the night she was happy to drive her into the door.
Lou Jiaruo originally thought that one day, she would look back and find her own good. He would rather take the slaves who the outsiders would serve, and sleep in the outer room, and reluctantly force her to score a point.
But how can her heart be so cold, no matter how embarrassing he is, is it not hot?
Lou Jiaruo slightly lifted his mouth and smiled incomparably cold.
It’s okay now, he doesn’t want it, he doesn’t want anything, just let him drag them together and go to hell! Just as she was in the face of the Prince, the moment the dagger broke into his body without hesitation, his heart was already dead.
Lou Jiaruo will never forget that scene. They stand beside him who is falling down, and they are hugged together, and her hands are covered with their own blood.
His good Wang Hao and his big brother, how should he repay them?
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When Wen woke up from this world, he found that the situation was worse than expected. Her hands were firmly hanged on the two chains, and the straight chain smashed her arms.
The dark and damp dungeon reached out and saw no fingers, and the enamel inlay was on her bare bare wrist, but there was no way to get it.
What the is this all about? ! Shouldn't she be in the first few months before Lou Jiaruo forced the palace, how could it be closed here? !
What went wrong?
Wen Ruwei refused to study the surrounding environment, she tried to pick up her toes and flipped her wrists to try to summon the assistant.
The skin that was imprisoned in the wrist quickly broke through the skin. She gritted her teeth and tried to use her fingertips to sculpt the buttons that were not visible to others. It was so easy to touch the part where the data was input, and I heard a footstep from far to near in the ramp, and the dim light moved from the gap between the doors.
As if it was a sneak peek, he changed his mind and pressed the receiving button. The messy information poured into her mind.
Just as Wen Ruyi had not had time to fully digest it, the heavy iron gate was opened and slammed. She blinked slightly, leaning away from the light that suddenly came in.
Half a sigh, Wen Ruyi looked back, only to see a handsome and feminine man standing in front of him, his face as perfect as a finely crafted, straight nose, thin pale lips tightly squatting, The sputum exudes a thick, cold scent.
His dazzling black scorpion shimmered in the light of the fire, and Wen couldn't stand his silent gaze. She subconsciously licked the dry lips and cleared her throat: "Since it is here, why not talk?"
Lou Jiaruo quietly looked at the woman in front of the ring, but did not answer, but silently turned and picked up a thin long whip from the row of torture instruments next to him. She looked back at her and her eyes were cold and cold.
The vest is like a chill, and the hatred that gradually spreads out of his gaze gradually rises. Wen was panicked, and she quickly called his name: "Gailuo, I know it wrong, I will not dare anymore!" Don't play so fiercely, she is afraid of death!
The hate of Lou Jiaru’s eyes was thicker, and she never called him that way. Does she really know what is wrong, no, she won't understand, because she didn't put him in her heart at all.
He carried a long whip and slowly and step by step to her behind her: "It's too late." Late at night he would never believe again, any words from her mouth.
The long whip was raised high, and the whistling whistling whistling on the warm, delicate back, the dexterous whiplash rolled back and brought a piece of broken gauze clothing.
In a moment, a long blood mark oozes from her shoulder to the back, soaking the clothes on her back. Wen couldn’t help but scream, and the teeth rushed back to the pain.
Since it is inevitable, she does not want to have a trace of dignity in front of him.
She is late. The big mistake has been cast, and if he is not allowed to vent his anger in his heart, he will talk about ridiculous salvation.
A whip and a whip hit the back of her unrelentingly. The warm sight began to be a little blurry. The big drops of sweat fell off her forehead, and the pain on her back was too close, almost numb. She insisted on it until she didn't mention it in one breath, and she was black and fainted.
"You can't stand this pain," Lou Jiaruo put on her chin, the warm little face was pale, a few black hair mixed with sweat, wet on the cheek, his voice was soft, but his eyes were not With a touch of affection, only the coldness of the bones, "How can you force the next facts?"
Even if she had to work hard, the Prince would not marry her as a wife. The candidate of Prince Edward has already been booked, and betrayed himself to throw into his arms, will be the most failed decision she has made in her life.
He wants her to see this clearly.
Wen Ruwei was later awakened by a scream of screaming, the prince wearing a golden crown was tied at her feet, and the blood at the ankle was smashed: "The king is defeated! I lost to you, I have no complaints, but You can't be so small, she is your king!"
Listening to what people say, how good is it, Wen is so confused and confused. The original Wenru did not know that he had lived up to the Three Emperors, but compared to the power and the name of the Prince, the weight of Lou Jiaruo was even more insignificant.
Even if he is so beautiful and useful, can he be a meal?
Besides, they are all twins. The beauty of the harem is like a cloud. The first queen is a famous beauty. Where can the children born be ugly and ugly?
Moreover, the Prince is not ugly. From the point of view, it is not lost to Lou Jiaruo. On the contrary, because of the birth honor, there is a kind of temperament.
If she is to say something, compared with the femininity of Lou Jiaruo, the heroic prince is more in line with the image of an emperor.
However, she did not want to have a relationship with him at all, and she was treated as a traitor.
Wen Ruyi barely opened his eyes, lying on the ground weakly to the hamstrings, and looking forward to the imposing former Prince, and screaming hard: "...idiot, shut up."
I was screaming at the rebellious prince's brother, and I didn't slow down for a long time. Is this his little girl like a sister?
Wen Ruo stunned and stunned the prisoner.
Still suspected that she was not beaten enough? ! At this time, I have to go righteously to anger Lu Jiaruo, and hurry to go back to find his prince, she is the heroine of his destiny!
She was excited, her eyes turned, and she passed out...
Lou Jiaruo’s mouth slightly curved a beautiful curvature. Look, this is the reality. Without the layer of aura that everyone praises, it’s a joke.
His favorite Wang Hao is really powerful.
Lou Jiaruo loosened the dagger, coveted the sarcasm in his eyes, slowly pulled out a plain white silk, carefully carefully wiped the blood on his hand.
Then, slowly turn and leave. 2k novel reading network