Repugnant Gateway

With a click, the ink-filled Zhubi fell from Chen Wunuo's hand and fell on the table. The reddish area was like a wound, giving a **** or warm feeling. The news came back from the northwest very quickly. Shortly after the Reclining Buddha launched the teleportation to the northwest, the news of Chen Zhongqi's death reached Chen Wunuo's ear.

Wen En stood beside Chen Wunuo, terrified in his heart. Because he found His Majesty the Holy Emperor, as if he had been tens of years old at that moment. The Holy Emperor has always been a person who can ignore his age. He is indeed a person who ignores the years ... Only at this moment, the traces left on him by the years will be so unbridled.

Who is Chen Wunuo?

It is a super existence that can suppress any negative things under his strong personal charm and cultivation. He can walk on the street in civilian clothes, but when he is willing to show his strength, the whole world Few people did not worship him.

At this moment, however, he seemed unable to suppress it.

He was just silent, terrible silence.

"Your Majesty ... Your Majesty."

Wen En screamed tentatively, and he found his voice hoarse. The Emperor clearly didn't show anything, but the kind of shameless grief made Wen En's heart tremble.

"Ok?"

Chen Wunuo looked sideways at Wen En, then smiled, and actually smiled. It seemed to smile casually ... It just seemed to be casual.

"My Zhu pen has been dropped, so I can get another one."

"Yes."

Wen En quickly turned around, thinking that His Majesty was so calm, I was afraid it was not a good thing.

He turned around, but Chen Wunuo behind him suddenly couldn't hold back. With a clatter, all the setbacks on the table were swept to the ground, along with the expensive tea set and the more valuable ornaments on the table.

boom!

The table was kicked off by him with a kick, hitting the wall heavily, torn apart.

The performance fell to the ground, and the red ink from the inkstone spilled out, leaving a heavy shocking red on the wall. Wen En knelt down with a thud, his forehead resting on the ground: "Your Majesty, Your Majesty is sad."

"suicide?"

Holding a piece of jade in his hand, Chen Wunuo instantly turned into powder and landed on the ground.

"My Chen Wunuo's son, will actually commit suicide?"

When he let go of his hand, the jade turned into nothingness.

Wen En knelt in that voice with a trembling voice and said, "According to the news sent back from the Reclining Buddha, this is indeed the case. Yu Wen's family did not expect that the assassin was obviously prepared, not only wanted to assassinate the prince, even Yu Wen Germany didn't want to let it go. The person who made the shot was strong, and Su Mengmu couldn't stop it ... But, it's not without doubt, because Yuwen didn't release the song. "

"He is afraid of death!"

Chen Wunuo's complexion was blue, and his forehead was covered with blue muscles: "He knew that he had summoned many strong men in the spirit world to go to the northwest, only to wait for him to reveal flaws, so of course he dared not take action. My servant, actually for his own life I dare not take action to protect my son. "

He turned back fiercely, his eyes red: "You tell me, is it useful for me to retain such a minister?"

Wen En still had a kowtow: "Your Majesty is angry, His Majesty is sad. His Majesty's body is important ... The old slave has answered the Reclining Buddha, let him check carefully, no details can be let go. "

"Yu Wende has rushed from the northwest, he knows he can't escape death, so he came to Jinling City to die."

Chen Wunuo fell and smashed the table, not at all like a holy emperor. Wen En has followed him for many years, and this is the first time he has seen such a side of the Holy Emperor. He thought he knew enough about the Holy Emperor so he could do things with the Holy Emperor, but now he realized at this moment ... he actually didn't understand the Holy Emperor at all, and he was able to follow the Holy Emperor in a pole hall because The emperor knew him.

Yes, it is not your own understanding of your majesty, it is your majesty who understands me.

When he thought of this, Wen En was afraid. If you really do anything with the Holy Emperor's trust, you may have died many, many times.

"He came to die?"

Chen Wunuo walked to the window, and it seemed to be a little calmer than before: "He wanted to save their Yuwen family with his own life, but can his life change my child's life?"

"Your Majesty ... This matter is indeed a bit bizarre, and the Yuwen family is to blame anyway, otherwise, give the reclining Buddha greater authority?"

"Greater ..."

Chen Wunuo raised his hand and seemed to want to hack something, but the hand finally stopped there stiffly.

"If it's ... it would be nice if there was a fight."

Suddenly he said such a sentence, trembling Wen En. Wen En subconsciously looked up to Chen Wunuo, but found that he could not see through the expression on His Majesty's face, nor could he explore the true meaning of His Majesty from the tone of His Majesty. It's good if Fang Zheng is still alive. If Fang Zheng is still alive, there wouldn't be anything like this happening.

And the death of Fang Zheng, who in the entire Holy Court does not know, has an inseparable relationship with the prince who just passed away.

Chen Wunuo's hand that was stiff in mid-air suddenly was gripped tightly, as if grasping something fiercely, as if he had crushed the piece of jade just now, making Wenen want to pounce on and break apart. His majesty's fingers, worried that his maid's nails would pierce his palm.

"Pick up the zigzag and send in another table."

Suddenly, Chen Wunuo's tone calmed down as if nothing had happened. When he turned around, there was no sorrow and joy in his face. The previous anger, sadness, etc., all the complicated things disappeared. Those things just seemed to be Wen En's illusions, and it seemed that time had suddenly broken. Something was erased by time, but Wen En didn't see it.

Chen Wunuo sat down on the chair and closed his eyes: "The table is broken. Change it to a bigger one. If there are many twists and turns every day, then the table cannot be put down."

He pointed to the outside: "Take up the Jingyuan, I plan to move there to live there for a while. For the things in the Holy Court, report to the Jingyuan later."

He waved his hand: "The new table is just over the Jingyuan."

Wen En lay back on the ground and moved back, and moved to the door before he dared to stand up. When he walked out of the Jiji Temple, he felt his clothes were soaked and sweat so much came out unconsciously. In the short period of time just now, no one can guess how many things came to His Majesty's heart. Wen En knew that he could not. If Master Su Ruhai was there, he might guess more than himself, but there was nothing. significance.

Thinking of Su Ruhai, the news said that it was already out of customs. He remembered that this matter hadn't had time to mention to His Majesty, and thinking of His Majesty's reaction just now, Wen En finally decided to wait for His Majesty to calm down and talk about it.

Jingyuan has been abandoned for a long time, a long time.

The Jingyuan is next to Yanying Palace, which is the residence of the Holy Queen.

Wen En suddenly reflected the intention of His Majesty ... The son is dead, and the saddest thing in this world is the mother. The Holy Emperor needs to think too much, so the sorrow will be broken down and transformed, and the Holy Queen is different ... The Holy Queen will never participate in the affairs of the Holy Court, and never publicize it, in the Yanying Palace The residence is so simple that people often ignore the presence of the Holy Mother.

But if anyone really neglected the existence of the queen, then he can only say that he was idiot enough. Some people say that the Northwest Yuwen family is the most low-key family. As the only family of Daxi since its founding, it has been the king of the opposite sex, but has never left the Northwest half a step. But people who think so, forget what Yuwen's family is compared to the family of the Holy Queen?

Thousands of years since the founding of the Great State, the Empress only had the Sun family ... The empresses of the Imperial Palace of the emperors of the dynasties, all surnamed Chang Sun. No one can tell what kind of role this mysterious and low-key family plays in Daxi. And His Majesty suddenly proposed to move to Jingyuan to live ... apparently to appease the Empress, but is it really just to appease the Empress?

The queen was angry, would that huge and mysterious descendant surface?

Wen En shuddered in waves of fear ... The consequences of this incident were only more complicated and more serious than imagined. If the Holy Queen cannot accept the death of his child in the Northwest Yuwen family, the Holy Queen's family will hold the Yuwen family accountable. How can His Majesty comfort him? Even if your majesty appeases, can you appease?

If there are any contradictions between the two super-large families, Changsun and Yuwen, it is definitely not a blessing.

Hope ... Holy the Holy Mother doesn't know about it yet, so that His Majesty has enough time to solve it.

Wen En prayed in his heart, and then accelerated his pace.

Yanying Palace.

Saint Back sat in a chair, his expression sad and unhappy, and he didn't even react when he heard the news. She just waved her hand and asked the person who reported the news to quit, and then said three words lightly ... Got it.

In today's world, many beautiful women are famous. For example, Xu Meidai, the former beauty of the rivers and lakes, such as the now popular Yuwen Wushuang. There are many, many, and all of these will always arouse the imagination of many people. However, only those who have seen the Holy Mother know that the women in the rumors are not as beautiful as the Holy Mother.

Because the Holy Queen is not only beautiful, but also high.

This height is not a very tall one, but a natural temperament. Even if the woman with the brilliance is in front of her, she will be so short invisible. Although she never imprisoned herself as if she was imprisoned in Yanying Palace, the majesty and imposing manner were still not closed.

"Boots, call Wu Bo in."

Her tone was still bland, without even a slight tremor. Compared with the Holy Emperor who broke the table and smashed the table in the Jiji Temple, she was quiet and terrible. How much unexplosive power is hidden under this silence, no one knows.

The maid called Booter ran out quickly, and she could see how painful the holy queen was, although the holy queen showed nothing.

The old man, known as Wubo, walked in quickly from the outside and leaned down to pray: "Ma'am, do you tell me something is wrong?"

"The device is dead."

The words of the elder Sun Shenghou, one word after another, seemed to be chanting, which was suppressed to the extreme atmosphere. Her word by word was uttering, but the wind and snow made everyone's heart so cold.

"How can this be?!"

Wu Bo's complexion instantly turned white.

"Troubled five generations, I went to the northwest to see, and then helped me bring Qier back."

"But mother, the prince was demoted to the northwest ... without the will of the Holy Emperor, even the corpse could not be brought back."

"Wu Bo, what is your surname?"

"Long Sun ..."

Sheng Hou yelled: "Since you haven't forgotten what your surname is, do it as I said. Qi'er's body was brought back, and then help me ask Yu Wenjia, who is the enemy."

She raised her hand and slowly crossed in front of her: "I don't listen to the explanation, I just ask who the enemy is."