Chang'an City, Qin Ting.

The Lord of Qin, Fu Jian, dressed in yellow robes, was striding toward the harem with anger.

Fu Jian was strong and strong, but of course he loved women. His harem was filled with beauties from all tribes.

It can be said that it has all kinds of flavors, but his favorite is Xianbei's number one beauty, the famous Princess Qinghe.

So why does Princess Qinghe stand out among so many beauties?

Naturally, there are advantages.

In addition to her beautiful appearance, which is like a hibiscus emerging from the water, Qinghe also has an outstanding figure. If she is too tall, she will be too fat, and if she is too thin, she will be too thin.

It’s so symmetrical!

Not only that, but the gentle voice like a nightingale is so soft and waxy that when a man listens to it, his soul will float away!

Since Qing He entered the palace, Fu Jian has been floating like this all the time. In addition, Qing He's younger brother, Murong Chong, who is also fair and tender, has a boy and a girl, a sister and a brother. Fu Jian is hugging him from left to right, and others can't get in at all.

One foot!

However, now, everything has changed!

Fu Jian's footsteps were still heading towards Qinghe's dormitory, but what he brought with him was not tenderness, but anger!

The kind that can burn through everything!

"King!"

"My lord, slow down!"

"We have something to discuss!"

"discuss?"

"Boxiu, you are still begging for that bitch?"

Fu Jian's fierce eyes were like sharp arrows. Just one glance back seemed to be able to penetrate a person's body!

Fu Rong swallowed his saliva, helpless.

Why is he so angry now?

I remember when the ministers requested orders and suggested that Fu Jian send the Qinghe siblings out of the palace, he would not listen to them even if they were dead or alive.

Now you want to kill again?

Fu Jian has always had such a character, with a clear distinction between love and hate. When he falls in love with someone, he covers his ears and eyes and loses all five senses.

Therefore, when he hates someone, he feels like a torment is about to come, his heart is filled with pain, and he is filled with hatred to the core of his bones. No matter how much others try to persuade him, he still cannot listen to a word.

To put it bluntly, Fu Jian was just a completely self-willed person who acted arbitrarily. As the leader of Di Qin, he did whatever he wanted to do. If he said it made sense, it made sense.

He can change his mind whenever he wants, and no one can control it.

Fu Jian is about to start a killing spree!

Qinghe’s death day has come!

The long knife on Fu Jian's waist was already making a clanging sound. The sword, which had been soaked in blood all year round, had not been nourished for too long!

It's screaming!

Kill it!

Kill it!

Fu Jian was furious. Even though Fulong followed him and tried to persuade him, he still couldn't listen to a word.

At this moment, the anger of hatred finally defeated the greed for beauty.

Over the years, many ministers expressed their sincere words and persuasion, hoping that Fu Jian could alienate these two Xianbei monsters.

However, Fu Jian turned a deaf ear to them all.

And now, he finally picked up the butcher's knife!

Fu Rong tried to persuade her, but her voice became quieter and quieter.

Qinghe's death, isn't it a good thing for Di Qin?

Why is he still trying to persuade me?

Those collections of classics and history were a disaster to him. He read too many books on weekdays, and actually made him, a brave general who conquered the Qin Dynasty, into an advanced figure who paid attention to morality.

Why did Fulong stop Fu Jian from killing Qinghe?

It's not that I pity her for being a prostitute, and I feel that the mistakes Murong Chui and the others made should not involve her.

In fact, in the minds of traditional people, there is no need to care about so many rules. Kill is kill, hate is hate. Fu Jian is just a bad wolf covered in morality!

Being so crazy now is just showing his true colors.

Fu Jian finally ran to the door of the palace and drew his sword out of its sheath. The anger in his heart did not weaken at all, and his eyes burst out with blood-red light!

"King!"

"Your Majesty, please think twice!"

The sound of hurried footsteps was heard in the distance, and Shi Daoan trotted over. The sand robe on his body was not neat, and he didn't bother to tidy it up.

"Daoan, what are you doing here?"

Although Shi Daoan's arrival did not suppress Fu Jian's murderous intention, it successfully made him temporarily stop his actions.

"Your Majesty, God is kind to you. If your Majesty hates Qinghe, just let her leave the palace. I think there is no need to kill her."

Killing, for an enlightened monk like Shi Daoan, is simply a bottom line that cannot be touched.

Besides, there is absolutely no need to do this!

In the early years, the officials wrote letters one after another, warning Fu Jian to abandon the Qinghe siblings, but he just couldn't listen. But now, if he wanted to kill them with his own hands, wouldn't it be a slap in the face to himself?

Fu Jian respectfully released Dao'an. He had always listened to what he said, but this time, he did not put down the long knife in his hand.

"Daoan, this is my family matter!"

It was not Fu Jian's remarks about family matters that prompted Shi Dao'an to retreat, but his fierce eyes. He had never seen such eyes in the more than ten years since Shi Daoan defected to Fu Jian!

The God of Death is coming again, who dares to stop him?

On the other side, in the bedroom, Princess Qinghe was still sitting in front of the dressing table, not moving at all.

The noise outside the palace had already reached her ears, and even the maid beside her had already gone to who knows where.

Fu Jian is murderous. If his anger is affected, everyone may die. As long as he has legs, who can resist running away?

Maybe, except Qinghe.

The bronze mirror reflected Qinghe's still young and beautiful face. However, in her young life, she had experienced too many twists and turns and too much suffering.

The only reason I can persist to this day is because I don’t have the courage to die. I also hope that I can provide a little blessing to my tribe with my own efforts.

As members of the Xianbei royal family, whether it was Murong Chong or Murong Chui, they probably took the responsibility for the destruction of the country and the family on themselves.

Qinghe endured the humiliation and stayed by Fu Jian's side just because he wanted to give the Xianbei people a slightly more stable life by being indifferent to him.

Over the years, Qinghe has done very well, and the Xianbei people have indeed become the best living group among the many foreign races under Fu Jian.

But now, all this hypocrisy seems to be coming to an end.

"Bitch!"

"come out!"

Fu Jian is here, Fu Jian is holding a knife and coming over menacingly!

Facing the coming crisis, Qinghe felt no fear. What's the use of being afraid?

During her years in Di Qin, she had already realized this truth.

In the face of countless difficulties and obstacles, fear is the most unnecessary emotion and will not help in changing the status quo.

The real solution is to face it!

Fu Jian appears!

No one could ignore the hatred in his eyes. Qinghe stood up, his long black hair falling down like an elf.

Although Fulong and the others couldn't stop Fu Jian, they still followed in.

Even if Qinghe has to be executed, there must be a decent way!

Qinghe's fearless expression actually gave him a sense of holiness. Fulong was not a person who loved beauty, so he couldn't help but be amazed by Qinghe at this moment.

"Bitch, do you know why you want to die?"

As soon as the words came out, the steel knife in Fu Jian's hand pointed directly at Qinghe's chest. At this time, Fulong and the others had just noticed that Qinghe was specially wearing a plain white shirt and skirt today.

Did she foresee her ending in advance?

Ready?

"Murong Chui and Murong Chong have both run away!"
To be continued...