Chapter 320: Back to green flame

Chapter 320 Back to Qingyan
Murong’s death is indeed awkward!
She needs to go back to Qingyan and check the truth about his death!
Murong Xue turned over his wrist and took the soft sword back to the scabbard. The soldiers not far away sighed and sighed. He came forward and drove the severely wounded Song Shizhong and dragged it to the prison...
Rui Wang’s counter-evidence was conclusive, and the emperor sentenced them to a gauntlet. In the hot sun, the execution ground was surrounded by three floors and three outer layers.
Palace Qianze, Song Shizhong, Song Shiren, Cangwuxiang and other family members, ethnic groups, regardless of men, women and children, are wearing soapy white prison uniforms, their hands are bound by anti-shearing, they are out, their hair is messy, pale and stiff. Walking, step by step, stepped onto the high round stone platform and stumbled on the hot stone surface!
Under the command of the sergeant, the executioners raised their swords and slashed them on their necks. In an instant, the blood of the neck was mad, and the air was filled with a huge smell. The black-haired, white-haired heads rolled down. At the ground...
In the Song Dynasty, the sacred house of the sacred house, in the eyes of the sacred house, in addition to the name in the capital, the ministers were shocked, dare not have any dissent, the unprecedented calm of the southern city of Beijing...
Under the blue sky, a luxury carriage stopped on a flat official road, and the pale golden sunlight poured on the body, holding a thin layer of warm yellow halo, and the beauty could not be said.
Gong Qianyu stood in front of the carriage, and the ink-like hair was lightly beamed with a purple-gold crown. The black robes fluttered with the breeze, like a Shengshi Molian.
He looked at Murong Xue and said faintly: "The father has sent messengers to Qingyan, explaining the conspiracy of the Qing Dynasty to the Qinghuang..."
"This is a good thing." Murong Xue smiled softly. The Qingyan Emperor is a more wise monarch. He has the nobleness and arrogance of a king of a country. He knows that he has a slap in the sky, he will definitely be angry, but Cang The prime minister has been cut off, and it can be regarded as an indirect help to report his hatred. His anger will soon disappear: "If there is no accident, Qingyan and South Xinjiang will soon cease to fight..."
"Yeah, Nanjiang, Qingyan will soon become a friendly state, and will not be confronted again. Why are you so anxious to go back?" Gong Qianyu looked at Murong Xue, and the clear eyes flashed with silk. Doubt and puzzle.
Murong Xue smiled and smiled: "I am going back to Qingyan. There is something to do." Murong has been dead for ten years. The evidence of his death is good, and the clues will be less and less. She must return to Qingyan as soon as possible. , set out to investigate...
"Do you have to go back so fast?" Gong Qianyu looked at Murong Xue, and the bottom of the scene shone a little bit.
"Yeah!" Murong Xue nodded. The matter was more urgent and could not be delayed. She returned to Qingyan early and found a little more clue.
"Then you will not come to southern Xinjiang again?" Gong Qianyu said faintly, a little bit of hope in the dark eyes.
Seeing Murong Xue’s heart was unbearable, nodded, and looked at him with a smile:
When I have time, I will come to see you in southern Xinjiang.

"Really? A word is fixed." Gong Qianze's pure eyes are filled with a smile, Guanghua, shining eyes!
"A word is fixed." Murong Xue nodded and smiled slightly: "You are free, you can also go to Qingyan to see me, I live in the town of Houfu."
"Good." Gong Qianyu focused on the head, looked at Murong Xue, smiled cleanly and warmly: "Qingyan Town, Houhou, I remember."
"Time is not early, let's go!" Ouyang Shaojun Junyi's face was slightly gloomy, came forward, grabbed Murong Xue's wrist, and took her on the carriage.
Babe was waiting in the carriage, seeing Murong Xue, Wang Wang’s screaming, and plunged into her arms, and her white head squinted at her dress, especially relatives.
Murong Xue smiled softly, holding Babe sitting in front of the window, picking up the curtain and looking at Gong Qianyu: "We are gone, take care!"
The emperor of southern Xinjiang arranged a lot of ways to govern the country. The king of the royal palace has been removed. He has no enemies. He will not count on him in the dark. With his intelligence, he can definitely become a country. The prosperity of governance in southern Xinjiang will flourish.
"You also take care, go all the way." Gong Qianze nodded heavily, and the dark eyes flashed with deep disappointment.
Murong Xue pretended not to see, gently put down the curtain, she is the Qingyan people, after all, is to leave the South Xinjiang, and Palace Qianyu, the Southern Xinjiang Prince, will sooner or later...
Sitting in front of the car without a trace, a long whip, fast horse like a string of arrows, quickly go forward...
The carriage gradually drifted away until it disappeared. Gong Qianyu stood on the official road and looked at the direction in which the carriage disappeared. It remained motionless for a long time. The clear eyes greedily looked at the place where the day met, and it seemed that this moment will last forever. Far away in my heart.
Since he remembered, his world has only black and white colors. He doesn't know what red, blue, yellow, and green people think. It doesn't even see what people say about the colorful, his eyes. The people and things in the room are not black or white. He does not like such monotonous colors. Naturally, he does not like to talk to them who only have these two colors...
Until that day, the woman in the light blue dress walked into his sight. She walked up the mountain from the foothills, step by step, and stepped forward to him. His world has appeared since then. Different colors!
Sky blue, lake blue, light blue, light blue, snow blue, water blue is her favorite color, and the color he has seen, he likes it, it is more bright than black, white is more beautiful...
Gong Qianyu looked at the carriage that disappeared into a little black spot. The corner of her mouth curled up with a shallow smile. She left and took away the color in his eyes. However, she said that she would come back and wait for her to come to southern Xinjiang. He will see the dazzling colorful again...
The luxury carriage drove fast on the flat official road, and the carriage was stable and stable. I couldn’t feel the slightest bump. Ouyang Shaohao held the teapot and poured a cup of tea, and slowly pushed to Murong Xue:
The weather in southern Xinjiang is still very hot, drink Cup of tea, simmering in the heat."

Thank you.
Murong Xue said faintly, picking up the tea and taking a sip, the light tea fragrance filled the whole mouth instantly. Her eyes lit up and sighed softly:
This tea tastes good, which one to buy?

"Not bought, it is sent by Zhennan Wang!" Ouyang Shaohao said faintly!
Murong Xue gently grinned: "The relationship between you and Zhennan Wang is not bad!" Southern Xinjiang is very hot in the summer, and it tastes so delicious, but it is worth a lot...
"Zhennan Wang is an upright, open-minded person, worthy of paying." Ouyang Shaohao said faintly, pick up the tea and sip a bite.
"I know." Murong Xue nodded and looked faintly: "So I believed in his words and felt that my father's death was flawed."
(End of this chapter)