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At seventeen, looking back, the deep meaning in his eyes made Feng Sujin couldn't help crying on the spot.

In the smoke, Feng Sujin's eyes were bloodthirsty and red, and she blamed herself for pain.

When she came, she thought, don't let any one of them be in trouble, but did not expect that one person was sacrificed.

She could actually save him.

But Ye Shiqi knew that Mrs. Young was injured, and he couldn't let Mrs. Young fall into the siege because of himself.

And he cannot be arrested, their whereabouts cannot be revealed.

Because this time they killed these people, they will intentionally leave some clues, leaving clues about the departure of Guoyong Junhou, so that the relationship between Wang Jiajun and Guoyong Junhou Lichen will be broken, and the monarch will pull Back to a round.

So he would rather sacrifice himself without hesitation, anyway, he is the Shadow Guard of the Dark Pavilion, without him, there are others.

But there is only one Madam Shao, and Jun Shao cannot lose her.

Feng Sujin almost knelt on the spot, her heart was hurting, her teeth were biting her lower lip, because she was controlling the mood, she was biting and bleeding.

Others in the Dark Pavilion also hurt, but they knew that the moment of the explosion and the smoky air was the best time to leave.

Feng Sujin was pulled back by everyone.

After going back, Feng Sujin simply treated the wound, thinking of the moment when she turned back at night seventeen, she was really painful but she also blamed herself.

She kept saying I'm sorry, sorry.

In the early morning of the next day, Jun Zhengqi quickly learned from the Junjia News Network that several camp generals and more than a dozen soldiers were killed last night. When his look changed, he quickly called Feng Sujin over.

Jun Zhengqi looked at Feng Sujin's look, and probably understood something, "Su Jin, you are doing well, but you must protect yourself no matter what you do."

"Father, Ye Seventeen is dead."

Jun Zheng sighed and said, "Children, I want to be transparent about everything. Sometimes, the struggle between regimes must be sacrificed. If you don't sacrifice at night, more people may be sacrificed."

Jun Zhengqi increasingly feels that this child has the courage and style, which is the most suitable for Jun Mohan.

Feng Sujin chatted with Junzheng for a while and returned to the room.

This morning, the envoys of the Dongfu tribe were preparing to leave the Empire and return.

Before going back, he was in front of the reporter and told the officials who received him from the empire: "Mrs. Jun and Shao had saved our king by chance, and our king wanted to express his gratitude. We should repay the life-saving grace and ask Madam Jun What you need, Mrs. Jun said she did n’t ask for anything. She was concerned about the people in the disaster-stricken area in the southwest. She could n’t sleep at night. Mrs. Young was kind and used to rescue the southwest ... "

The messenger constantly emphasized that these were the materials used by the young lady of the monarch to rescue the southwest.

People in the Empire are watching the news in front of the television.

After all, this is the news of the meeting between the empire and the border tribes, which has a good meaning, so the reporter will interview on the spot and broadcast it in the morning empire news.

No one thought that when they came to the end, the messenger of these people came up with these words.

Those supplies are much more than Nalan Xianger.

For a moment, everyone in the Empire broke out.

"Jun Mohan has a wife?"

"Jun Shao, Madam Jun Shao, ah, this woman is the real angel who rescued the king of the Dongfu tribe, but she wanted nothing but the aid of the southwestern part. This is great love."