Hanming Yugu Hengyuan walked from the fake pear palace to the outside of the fake pear palace. Because of the poisoning, he was unable to exert his skills, and because of the bleeding and pain of a knife wound, after a while, Han Ming and Gu Hengyuan fought up and down, and gradually fell into a downward trend.


    "Yelv Hanming, today is your death!"


    "If you want to kill the lone king, dream."


    Jingle


    The sound of swords and swords was heard all the time. Because of too much force, Han Ming''s wound bled more.


    Gu Hengyuan''s hatred poured into the long sword. Years of waiting, years of pain and years of accumulated hatred had completely eroded his heart. When his eyes touched the figure who stumbled to come, the flame in his heart was like fire and burned with oil.


    The late imperial concubine looked at Hanming''s royal coat, which was dyed red by the bright red blood, and her face turned pale in an instant.


    "No! Heng Yuan, it''s all his sister''s fault. Don''t hurt him. Don''t fight... Heng Yuan, you''re his uncle..."


    "Shut up!"


    The words of the late imperial concubine were like a heavy stone falling into the lake, splashing everywhere. Not only could not let Gu Hengyuan stop, but also completely angered Gu Hengyuan.


    Suddenly, the long sword rose up in the air, and the blue light of the long sword condensed the deep murderous spirit and stabbed Han Ming. At this critical moment, the unarmed empress of the late imperial concubine, with all her strength, rushed to Hanming and blocked the fatal sword for Hanming who fell to the ground.


    With a Chi sound, the long sword stabbed the late imperial concubine fiercely.


    "Ah..."


    Under the sunshine, the body of the late imperial concubine slowly drifted to the ground. In the air, the smell of death gradually became rich.


    The blood stunned Gu Hengyuan and Hanming.


    The magpie who rushed over looked at the late imperial concubine of Zhongjian and exclaimed, "empress!"


    Hanming caught the body of the late imperial concubine falling to the ground with grief.


    "... for... Why? Why did you... Block the sword for me? Why did you do this?"


    "Vomit..." she blurted out a mouthful of blood. Princess Wan laboriously raised her hand and touched Han Ming''s face. Tears ran down her cheeks and said with difficulty: "Ming... Er... Mother Princess is sorry for you... For so many... Years... She hasn''t done... Her duty as a mother... Ren... Is a mother, mother... Not good... But, mother... Mother loves... Loves you..."


    PS: seven watch.