Chapter 688: Red Sea

The confused Yu Guogong and Yu Su who were touched by Rong Xian secretly vowed to bow to death for His Majesty.
Hidden in the dark: "..."
So I watched Her Majesty's grandfather Guo Huo live, and Guogong actually believed.
Su Xuan's paralyzed face was also blank, and she could not help remembering the past. Could it be that he had been so fooled by His Majesty without realizing it?
Rong Xian didn't know what Su Xuan was thinking. After sitting back in the royal case, all the untimely expressions on her face disappeared, and her momentum changed.
She is still the heavenly son who has been working on the heavens in the sky, and her fragility has never existed before.
Yu Su's mind was extremely complicated, and he couldn't help thinking, if Her Majesty was just an ordinary doctor, would it be better for her?
All I can say is that Yu Su who thinks so is quite sweet.
Rong Xian glanced at Yu Su, and immediately guessed most of Yu Su's thoughts.
She thought it was interesting. She thought about it and asked, "Yu Qing knows, why did Fu Yuhuang start with Yu Xiu?"
Yu Su shook her head and looked sadly: "I don't know, but it was shaking inside the house. After being taken out of the house by his father, he saw Fu Yuhuang killing Xiuer."
He hesitated, still telling the truth: "The minister felt that the Xiuer at that time had changed a person."
The words fell, and sure enough his expression changed.
"You mean, he may have been taken away." Rong Xian squinted slightly, with a hint of danger beyond words.
This pretended ignorant gesture deceived everyone.
Seeing her Majesty seemed to remember something that was bad, Yu Guogong quickly shifted the topic and said, "Fu Yuhuang can appear in front of that person, and Chen guesses what she must know."
Rong Xian bowed her head slightly, seeming to take it for granted, but in fact it was a little disdainful for Guo Gong's ability to throw the pot.
If it weren't for her, she might have been dragging the Guogong up to this moment.
The atmosphere in the imperial palace is okay. On the eastern Jin Dynasty border, a large black cloud is quickly pressing towards Rong Guo, and the faint coercion makes the scalp numb.
On the head of the giant eagle, the eight-year-old child was sitting cross-legged with a wooden sword.
His gaze was staring at Rong Guo in front of him, and his expressionless expression was kind of pretending to be cute.
Beside him, the younger man who was a little behind was sitting on the giant eagle, with a hint of ridicule in his respect: "Is the crown prince sincere to return home?"
Rong Hao gently rubbed the wooden sword in his hand without snoring. He felt that the closer he was to Rong Guo, the more he felt kind, as if there was a kind of entanglement in his bones.
He asked without any emotion: "What happened to the previous Long Yin?"
The man lowered his voice subconsciously, with a respectful expression on his face, "It was a madman who provoked His Majesty, and made His Majesty angry."
Rong Hao held his sword in a hand. "What's going on?"
Not long ago, I received news that it was the mother emperor who had been taken away. It was very difficult for me to help each other and get everything back. How could something happen?
The man looked at the token in his arms, and said nothing about Fu Yuhuang with nothing to hide.
Rong Hao's look was a bit dangerous. The thought of the mother emperor who had heard about these years, I felt I had to go back quickly.
The whole world knows that his mother-in-law wants to be a doctor who hangs the pot, but is always assassinated. Today's assassination and tomorrow's assault are really bold.
Rong Hao's face was cold: "When I'm Rong Guo, I can't bully. I dare to step on both feet."
However, it was the first emperor's rumor, and relying on the first emperor's name to do whatever he wanted, and the mother emperor was soft-tempered, only to let people # 蹬 鼻 上 脸 #
He subconsciously rubbed Xiamujian, and the whole body was agitated, making people nervous.
Since then, those who want to take the shot of the mother emperor need to ask the sword in his hand to not agree.
"Where have you been?" Rong Hao asked lightly.
He always felt that this place made him a little uncomfortable, as if he had lost something and burdened it once.
The man thought back and thought: "Now is the junction of Eastern Jin and China, the Red Sea."
The Red Sea was not called the Red Sea in the past. It was the emperor who was ambushed here five thousand years ago. He was severely wounded, but he still killed all the enemies. The blood of everyone gathered in the sea and faintly waved, so this sea was called For the Red Sea.
Inside the palace, Rong Xian asked with some confusion: "Why not Blood Sea or Blood River, but the Red Sea?"
Su Xuanmei's heart beat, and she was a little speechless about His Majesty's shifted focus.
He just reported the trace of the eldest prince, and his curious questioning explained the name of the Red Sea again.
His Majesty did not care about the eldest prince, nor did he inquire about the past emperor. He only chased the name of a sea and asked. This was no one.
Su Xuan's gaze went to Yu Guokong's referendum, and he received his signal for 'help', and the Guokong also kindly diverted his attention: "His Majesty, the eldest prince crossed the Red Sea and entered the border of Rongguo. Will he send someone? Cope? "
Rong Xian waved his hand and groaned with a smile: "I have sent the King of the Desert."
Everyone looked a little surprised, especially Su Xuan, let alone how complicated the mood was.
Obviously everyone is visiting the company, and the importance of the results is completely different.
He must work hard to defeat the King of the Desert and become the former first favorite of His Majesty.
# 苏 Command makes today still confident. #
"Zouer, aren't you afraid that Rong Hao will come back and take your throne?" Cangtian asked suddenly.
In the consciousness, Xiao Jian exuded a scorching glow, and Rong Xian chuckled, and she sighed, "That's you, and made him the former sword emperor."
There was a faint ripple in her eyes, but she spoke with a touch of teasiness and carelessness: "The Sword Emperor has fallen, and my eldest prince Rongguo is still alive. The prince wants to return to the step of the sword emperor, unless It is to break the blood of the Yu people on him. "
The blood of the Yu people has been covered with sin from the beginning of Yu Meng, the blood debt that Yu Meng slaughtered innocent karma and made waves in the small world.
The reason why Yu Meng is sinful is that the sword emperor is the culprit.
If the sword emperor can break down with his own strength, he can climb to the top again.
And the fallen sword emperor cannot be reborn, and Rong Hao cannot become the former sword emperor.
Thousands of styles, brilliance and peerlessness, the Emperor of the Sword in the nine days above, has only one person.
Even if the same soul is reborn, he will not be that person.
Going around, but back to the beginning.
Cangtian quickly turned the corner, and he was shocked and said, "You count the sword emperor!"
In this world, there will no longer be a stunning sword emperor. Some are just a sword held in your hand.
As if knowing what it was thinking, Rong Xian sighed slightly, and her long eyelashes trembled, which meant that she could not count the sword emperor.
What Cangtian wanted to say, but did not speak again, but his heart was complicated and difficult to distinguish.
Rong Xian has been in control of the magic prison for nearly two thousand years. If she did not know the news of the sword emperor in advance, Cangtian would not believe it anyway.
And with Rong Xian's character, if he understands the situation of the sword emperor without calculating, it is not Rong Xian.
Think again about the medicine stone doll with the blood of the Yu tribe. The sword blood of the Emperor now generally comes from that doll.
And that doll was given by Rong Xian and Yu Xiu as soon as possible, and Yu Meng, who is dead and can't die anymore, is a prohibition and a world of torment to find enemies. It doesn't believe that things are so simple.
Some things are horrifying, and the more Cangtian thinks, the more creepy.
To suffer, somehow, I always feel that my own cub is a bit like the scourge of the husband next door.