Great Ye Empress

Chapter 422 The hatred of killing his wife

Finally, looking at Xiao Wulang, who had lost a few laps on the bed, he calmly sat down on the chair next to the bed that was brought by the troublemaker, and waved his hand for the doctor to check Xiao Wulang's pulse.

Xie Yunchu saluted respectfully: "Xiaguan has seen His Royal Highness King Yan."

"Thanks to Lord Xiaoxie, this time can solve the troubles of Chengdu Mansion, this king will definitely play the truth and ask for credit for Lord Xiaoxie." Xiao Zhiyan said in a serious manner as a prince.

Xiao Wulang, who had been keeping his eyes tightly closed, suddenly pulled his wrist from the doctor's hand, opened his eyes and commanded, "You all go down!"

Before Xie Yunchu left, she knew that Xiao Wulang wanted her to stay.

The doctor didn't move, just looked at Xiao Zhiyan, saw Xiao Zhiyan wave his hand, then got up again, carried his medicine box and all the servants of Prince Huai's mansion and retreated.

Hearing the sound of the door closing, Xiao Wulang lifted the thin quilt, stepped on the treads, raised his eyes and looked at Xiao Zhiyan, the newly changed clean clothes was faintly bleeding.

"A-Xia is the second brother's person. I have long known that my house is mostly the second brother's eyeliner... I know that most of my personal guards are the second brother's dead soldiers, and I can even give my life to the second brother. Ask yourself, as a younger brother, for my sake, the second brother should also understand that I will not compete with the second brother for the storage position, and even... If the second brother wants to take the storage position, I will sacrifice my life for the second brother Yibo ."

Xiao Wulang's scarlet and bloodshot eyes were fixed on Xiao Zhiyan...

But now, he no longer expects to see anything moving from Xiao Zhiyan's always cold face.

"Even if you jointly set up a bureau with the Northern Wei Dynasty, let me drill in and let me die on the battlefield, I will never resent you in the slightest, but why, why, let Axia kill Anyang..." Xiao Wulang The pale lips were opened and closed, and Anyang raised Anyang's hands and clung to the edge of the bed unconsciously, tears falling down, "Give me another way to live?"

Xiao Zhiyan's expression did not change, and he looked at Xie Yunchu calmly.

"You don't have to look at Liulang, Liulang didn't say anything, Liulang just told me...you have impure intentions, but I don't want to believe it." In Xiao Wulang's dark eyes, there was strong anger and resentment.

Xiao Zhiyan turned the wrench in his hand and said indifferently: "The emperor wants to hand over the throne to you. If you die, the emperor will be heartbroken, but if you are alive... but you can't inherit the throne because you slaughter your own soldiers, even the city. , the emperor should suffer in his heart! Besides... since you have no intention of taking the throne, in order to avoid the rift between our brothers, it is natural that you have no chance of inheriting the throne, so I can feel more at ease."

"Starting today, I will remove the eyeliner around you. From then on... there will be no more rift between you and my brother."

Hearing this, Xiao Wulang's eyes became more and more scarlet, and his anger was overwhelmed. He suddenly got up and took out his bedside sword and stabbed Xiao Zhiyan...

Xiao Zhiyan was able to dodge originally, but he sat still and took Xiao Wulang's sword.

The sharp sword penetrated Xiao Zhiyan's shoulder, avoiding the key point.

Xiao Wulang... still show mercy!

He gritted his teeth, stepped on the chair with one foot, and pressed down the sharp sword with all his might, until only the hilt of the sword was left on Xiao Zhiyan's shoulder, and the two brothers' similar facial features were very close: "No more discord? You killed Anyang! You killed the person I love the most, and you told me that there will be no more quarrels! The revenge of killing my wife... I wish I could tear you to pieces!"

Xiao Zhiyan clenched his teeth tightly, and the blue veins on his forehead burst out in pain, but for some reason, the pain of the wound... did not match the throbbing pain of his heart.

He thought he would never lose this younger brother...

But now, this younger brother actually used a sword against him, Xiao Zhiyan suddenly regretted it, he should not have been reluctant to let Xiao Wulang die, and chose to let Princess Anyang die.

He clasped Xiao Wulang's arm, but he didn't ruthlessly push Xiao Wulang, who was already unstable, away, only said: "Are you really, you want to turn against your second brother for a woman?"

"I really... want to kill you!" Xiao Wulang gritted his teeth, tears kept falling down the bridge of his tall nose, his eyes were full of anger and hatred that destroyed the world, "But if I kill you, Defiled my sword! A disgusting, filthy and filthy person like you should be cast aside by all people, you will never get any mercy and love from anyone in your life, and you will die of loneliness and old age in everyone's calculations!"

Xie Yunchu stood beside the two brothers, and he could see clearly that Xiao Wulang really wanted to kill, and he wanted to kill Xiao Zhiyan to avenge Anyang...

But Xiao Zhiyan was sitting there, and Xiao Wulang's sword veered in the direction and pierced Xiao Zhiyan's shoulder. He just threw all the words that he would quarrel with others and even kill when others said Xiao Zhiyan. On Zhiyan's body.

Xiao Wulang grew up almost overnight.

He knew that Xiao Zhiyan had joined forces with the Northern Wei Dynasty. If Xiao Zhiyan died...the Northern Wei army that had not yet gone far would make a comeback, and the Anping camp would suffer heavy losses because of his recklessness.

Xiao Wulang could use himself to negotiate terms with the Northern Wei Dynasty, but as a citizen of Da Ye, he couldn't, and as a prince of Da Ye, he was even more disdainful...

Xiao Zhiyan grabbed Xiao Wulang's arm tightly, gritted his teeth and pushed the person away.

Xie Yunchu was quick to catch Xiao Wulang, who was staggering to the ground.

"Get out! From today on...you and I have no brotherhood! Only the hatred of killing your wife, get out!" Xiao Wulang shouted angrily.

Xie Yunchu raised his eyes and looked at the motionless Xiao Zhiyan: "King Yan and Senior Brother Xiao have a grudge against his wife, is it possible that Senior Brother Xiao can be forgiven?"

The long sword that penetrated Xiao Zhiyan's shoulder was still dripping blood. He clenched his teeth tightly, grabbed the hilt, pulled the sword out of his shoulder, and threw it on the ground, blood gushing out.

He stood up and looked down at Xiao Wulang, completely ignoring how terrifying his bleeding wound was, as if he had been accustomed to being injured: "In this case, you should stay in your fief for the best of your life... don't see each other again in this life. ."

After speaking, Xiao Zhiyan turned around and walked out of the house.

For some reason, when Xiao Zhiyan said such words, Xiao Zhiyan's heart ached and swelled.

Xie Yunchu supported Xiao Wulang, endured the pain caused by the unhealed wound on his body, and helped Xiao Wulang to sit on the bed: "Xiao Shixiong, Anyang finally pulled you back from the gate of hell, for the sake of the little princess and the little prince, you want Just take care."

The theory of ghosts, gods and souls is illusory, but Xie Yunchu believes it.

Otherwise, how could she be born from the body?

Hearing Xie Yunchu say that Anyang pulled him back from the gate of hell, Xiao Wulang turned his head and looked at her with extremely thick eyelashes...

"Senior Brother Xiao can dream of Anyang because Anyang is uneasy, and she is here!" Xie Yunchu said in a gentle voice, "She can't give up her two children and Senior Brother Xiao, and will always be with you."

(End of this chapter)