"Yin Yunqing, did you come here just in time?" She trembled and grabbed his sleeves with both hands, "You want to strangle me."
"If you keep talking nonsense, I will throw you out."
"My grandfather and father devoted half of their lives to Xiangyang. Who can go without my asking?"
"If you don't care about life and death, I, Yin Yunqing, will definitely follow you with my life."
"The prime minister wants to kill people and silence them, the Yang family wants to find a reason, and more importantly, the emperor wants to find a way out."
"And that step is Meng Ying? Is this the reason why they want to kill Meng Ying? - Who hurt my Ying sister at all? I will kill him all!"
She smiled at him, with the stubborn and arrogant smile he was familiar with, "We agreed that we would never fall into the hands of the Mongolian army."
"Ah -" Yin Yunqing shouted to the sky in despair, her eyes were red, and her facial features were twisted into a ferocious face.
Yeluqi was so angry that his whole body was trembling. He ignored the blood stains and pus scars on her body, not to mention the disgusting sour, rotten and stinky smell mixed with the smell of blood, and grabbed the clothes on her chest. Anger had already clouded his heart, and he asked incoherently: "I told you that I have never liked someone so much in my whole life. Don't you know who is sincere to you and who is fake to you? Do you want me to die so much? Why do you do this to me? Why? Why? Why?"