At this moment, a soldier's voice suddenly came from outside the door: "Young Master Tong."
Tong Jie was almost about to succeed, when he suddenly heard someone calling him outside, he couldn't help being enraged, raised his head from Nan Yan, and said angrily, "Why are you shouting?!"
The people outside said: "You, sister is here."
What? !
Tong Jie's eyes widened all of a sudden, even the tearful Nan Yan was startled.
His sister, that Mrs. Tong
Didn't he say that Zhu Feng had ordered the execution of everyone in Prince Jing's mansion except Prince Jing and Concubine Jing, even his sister? Why is she still alive and still appearing here
At this time, Tong Jie's heart was also a little confused. He looked down at Nan Yan, whose clothes were disheveled and lying under him without any resistance. Although he felt a little bit reluctant, he still slowly got up.
As if escaping death, Nan Yan immediately grabbed a blanket next to her and wrapped it around her body.
Tears, like rain, fell from her face.
Tong Jie sneered: "What are you blocking? Do you think you can escape after a while?"
After finishing speaking, he leaned close to her ear and licked her ear lightly: "I'll be right back, wait for me."
After speaking, he casually found a piece of clothing to put on his body, and went out.
Outside the big tent, it was already pitch black, only one or two torches were burning near and far. General Xia Houjiu removed all the people around him, and there was only a tall horse and a figure standing there blankly at the door. .
When Tong Jie saw it, he was also startled: "Sister, are you still alive?"
After he finished speaking, he hurried over: "You are really still alive, I thought you were dead—"
Before the word "death" could be uttered, he had already walked in front of Mrs. Tong, saw the terrified and almost desperate expression on her face, and was taken aback: "What's wrong?"
As soon as the words were finished, a cold light suddenly appeared on Mrs. Tong's chest.
Before Tong Jie could react, his sister had already let out a stern cry, the cold light disappeared suddenly, and blood sprayed on Tong Jie's face, he felt his face was hot, and before he had time Responding, she saw Mrs. Tong falling limply to the ground.
And behind her, behind the horse, came out a tall figure.
The man was wearing a pitch-black cloak with a hood, and was holding a long sword in his hand, which was covered in blood, dripping down the sharp blade.
Tong Jie suddenly opened his eyes wide: "You, you are—"
Before he finished speaking, he saw that man raised his hand high, and the long sword in his hand drew a dazzling cold light in the night, and with a swipe, it slashed from Tong Jie's left neck to his right rib.
Tong Jie couldn't even scream, his throat had been cut.
He fell to the ground in severe pain, and saw his sister's body lying in a pool of blood, and the man in black didn't even look at him, stepped on him, and walked directly into the tent.
Nan Yan curled up on the bed, listening to the movement outside, and didn't know what happened, when she saw a tall man in black walking in, holding a long sword that was still dripping blood, she was so frightened that she couldn't breathe. Choked.
"You, who are you?"
The man took a step forward, without saying anything, just stretched out his hand to her.
When Nan Yan saw his hand, she was suddenly stunned.
The only candle in the tent suddenly flickered at this moment, and the bright light suddenly illuminated the face under the hood.
"The emperor..."