Chapter 1387 (1/2)

The most important thing is, if the palace is empty, people still think Qihuang country is going to die. Does he want face?

The eunuchs and maids are far away from each other. Naturally, I don't know that their superior emperor's majesty has been despised. There is no saying that Pei's faction has taken it for granted. Anyway, they have been used to it since childhood, and their cousins should also be used to being hated.

Murong Zhao: I don't want to get used to it, boots!

The two brothers got together. There was no outsider, just like before. There was no emperor or Duke Pei. There was only a pair of cousins. Murong Zhao was hated to the heart and couldn't beat him. Suddenly, he missed the stars. With him, he was able to beat Pei Xuan!

This is just talking. Not far away, a bodyguard like man came in a hurry and whispered something to the eunuch beside Murong Zhao. The eunuch's face was surprised when he heard this, and he rushed to ”Your Majesty, the news from Qingzhuo County just now...”

”When will Princess Qinghe and Lord Luo come back?” Hearing the news of Qingzhuo County, Pei Xuan and Murong Zhao both looked at the eunuch.

The chief eunuch was under a lot of pressure, but he still opened his mouth, ”Your Majesty, the Duke of the Kingdom, just got the news that Princess Qinghe's caravan was in a storm...”

Speaking of this, eunuch pauses for a moment, Murong Zhao and Pei Xuan have already stood up anxiously, ”what, hurry to say ah!”

”Lord Luo accidentally fell into the sea. Princess Qinghe sent someone to salvage it nearby for a long time, but there was no sign of it. Maybe it was...” What it might be, needless to say, is known.

Pei Xuan asked anxiously, ”what about Qinghe princess, is it OK?”

the eunuch shook his head. ”The person who sent the message did not see Princess Qinghe, and his royal highness should still salvage it at sea.”

When Pei Xuan heard that Su Tang was still salvaging, he thought that nothing had happened. He looked back at Murong Zhao, but saw Murong Zhao covering his chest and spitting out a mouthful of blood. Literary City