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The little mountain ghost was a little sad. Jimo still didn't regard her as one of his own and was so hesitant to ask her for a mountain ghost.

Jimo hurriedly followed up and said: "If it doesn't work, forget it..."

The little mountain ghost quickly interrupted him: "Okay."

Jimo breathed a sigh of relief, his expression still embarrassed.

The little mountain ghost was even more sad. Jimo said before that only by overcoming calamities on your own can you go further on the road to immortality. So Mu Rao wanted this mountain spirit, so Jimo hesitated and struggled, and finally compromised.

However, she would still give it to him.

The little mountain ghost looked at Jimo sadly and said to him in his heart, I can give you anything, as long as you want it, as long as I have it.

3

The little mountain ghosts took Jimo and Mu Rao back to Zhongmei Mountain. The mountain ghosts lived in Cailan Valley on Zhongmei Mountain.

They walked to the entrance of Cailan Valley and were greeted by the clan leader. When the little mountain ghost said that she wanted to live in Yilan Cave and asked him to give his savior Jimo a mountain spirit, the patriarch's expression was wonderful. It seemed like he was a little guilty, but also a little happy, and finally he let out a sigh of relief.

Two burly and ferocious guards led the little mountain ghost back to the valley. The little mountain ghost took two steps forward and suddenly stopped. She begged the patriarch: "Help me once and let him see my true appearance." The patriarch agreed, and a dazzling light shrouded the little mountain ghost. The pet-like and cute little mountain ghost disappeared, replaced by a beautiful and fairy-like one. figure.

As bright as the bright moon, as dim as the wind.

The little mountain ghost opened his mouth, wanting to speak but not knowing what to say. She could only smile at Jimo, softly, with many unspeakable emotions.

That look is a beauty that makes heaven and earth eclipse.

The patriarch said: "Go in, Bo Zheng."

The little mountain ghost collapsed on the guard and nodded softly.

It wasn't until her figure disappeared that Jimo came back to his senses.

He was thinking, it turns out that the little mountain ghost has a name. It turns out that her name is Bo Zheng.

Bo Zheng is such a pleasant name.

Bo Zheng lay on the edge of the iron fence in Yilan Cave, watching Jimo and Mu Rao go further and further away until they disappeared. She felt her eyes were a little bitter.

Being locked up here, I can no longer see Jimo. No more delicious plum blossom cakes, no more delicious sour plum juice, no more Jimo...

She liked Jimo very much and enjoyed spending time with him.

However, she could never get out again.

She will stay in this cage for the rest of her eternity. Her lute bones were penetrated by huge iron chains, and two large iron balls with spells attached to them were tied to her feet. In these eternal years, she will stay in this prison, wearing these instruments of torture, and live palely.

But that's okay. Bo Zheng looked at the direction Jimo was leaving and said silently, I can give you anything, as long as you want it, as long as I have it.

Bo Zheng's father was the previous clan leader. When he became an immortal, he gave Bo Zheng the Heart of the Mountain Ghost and said to her: "Practice well and come to me soon."

The Heart of the Mountain Ghost is not only the command of the leader of the Mountain Ghost clan, it is also a magic weapon that can help the Mountain Ghost speed up his cultivation and successfully become an immortal. Bo Zheng's uncle Bo Lin had long coveted it. He took advantage of Bo Zheng's unpreparedness and stole the mountain ghost's heart and seriously injured her.

Bo Zheng lost the heart of the mountain ghost and was turned into a larval state by the magic weapon.

The remaining trace of family affection left by Bo Lin made him leave Bo Zheng in the mountains to fend for herself. Jimo saved her when the wolves were about to tear her apart.

Bo Zheng gathered a little strength and couldn't wait to find Jimo. At first she just wanted to repay the favor, so she followed Jimo to see if she could do anything for him. But slowly, she fell in love with this gentle demon boy. He always smiled gently, making no one feel bad at all.

That day, after Jimo finished practicing his sword, he suddenly smiled in the direction where Bo Zheng was standing. That smile was like the sunshine breaking through the dark clouds, illuminating Bo Zheng's heart in an instant.

Knowing that he couldn't see her, knowing that he was smiling at the little monsters around her. But Bo Zheng's heart moved uncontrollably.

So knowing that she would return to the clan, Bo Lin would never let her go. Bo Zheng still relied on him to not dare to deal with him openly, so he threatened him to give Jimo a mountain spirit.

She is the mountain spirit who gave Jimo her freedom.

Bo Zheng looked far away in the direction of Jimo's home. She had said that she could give Jimo anything, as long as he wanted it, as long as she had it.

4

I don’t know how many winters and summers passed before the door of Yilan Cave was opened. Bo Zheng opened her eyes, and her grandma opened the iron chain for her and handed her the Heart of the Mountain Ghost: "Although he is my son, I can't watch him imprison my granddaughter for the rest of his life."

Grandma waved to her: "Let's go, don't come back again."

Bo Zheng was stunned for a moment, and suddenly felt ecstasy in his heart.

She rushed to her home in Jimo day and night. It was so cold in the snowy winter. Bo Zheng shivered with the cold, but she smiled with joy. When you get back there, there will be a warm stove.

She can see Jimo, she can actually see Jimo! Bo Zheng was so excited.

She couldn't wait to fly outside Jimo's house. There was light inside and there were people.

She opened the window and looked into the room. Jimo and Mu Rao were talking about something, and Mu Rao showed a beautiful smile.

She watched blankly as Jimo gently smoothed Mu Rao's temples, the cold wind blowing behind her.

It's so cold, I'm going to freeze.

The wounds on his body were hurting, and there was a piece of pain in his heart. His cheek was pressed against the window, and it hurt even more, but Bo Zheng didn't want to leave.

The window is inlaid with crystal, which is transparent, and Jimo's figure is very clear. Bo Zheng looked and looked, as if he had passed through the glass and was sitting next to Jimo. She smiled stupidly.

However, there is already one more person in that position...

A layer of mist gradually formed in his eyes, hiding Jimo behind the heavy fog. Then Bo Zheng could no longer see Jimo, only a hazy figure floating in his misty eyes. It turns out that they are already together.

After a long time, Jimo sent Mu Rao out.

Jimo closed the door and walked to the window, watching Mu Rao walk out of the house along the pavilion. Through the windows of the hall, the windows of the bedroom, and the windows of the study room, Mu Rao's leaving figure became farther and farther away. He opened the window of the study room and stared at Mu Rao's back, his dark pupils filled with unclear thoughts.

When Bo Zheng was groggy from the cold, she heard the sound of Jimo's window opening. Jimo was about to close the window when he lowered his head and saw Bo Zheng, who was about to freeze.

Jimo was stunned for a moment, then opened the window wider. Bo Zheng opened her eyes suddenly and felt the warmth coming from the window, and then she was carried into the house by Jimo.

Bo Zheng felt the warmth in Jimo's arms and couldn't help but raise the corners of her mouth, saying she was going home.

Jimo put Bo Zheng on the stool, went back and closed the window, turned around and walked to the study. Bo Zheng leaned against the back of the chair weakly. She really wanted Jimo to stay with her. But Bo Zheng didn't have the strength to get up, so she could only lie there softly.

Jimo came back after a while and pushed a plate of plum blossom cakes in front of Bo Zheng.

Bo Zheng looked at the plum blossom cake and then at Jimo, dumbfounded.

Jimo smiled with tears in his eyes and said, "Welcome back."

This is the only and most beautiful thing Bo Zheng has ever heard in her life.

Winter passed quickly. When spring came, Bo Zheng looked through the window and saw the peach blossoms covering the branches. The bright red color was so beautiful.

Jimo brought a plate of plum blossom cake, a plate of osmanthus cake, and a bowl of sour plum soup. He held Bo Zheng and fed her the plum blossom cake.

Bo Zheng looked at Jimo blankly, and Jimo rubbed her head and said, "She is obviously very beautiful when she grows up, but why is she always such a small one?"

Does Jimo think she is beautiful when she gets older? Bo Zheng is very happy. She wanted to tell him that when she digested the power of the mountain ghost's heart, she could become bigger.

But Jimo said again: "Today is the last time I feed you. I'm getting married."

Bo Zheng felt as if his throat was blocked.

Jimo seemed to be transformed into a nagging mother-in-law on this day, nagging her non-stop. "Mu Rao always wonders if I have fallen in love with you. She said that I always talk about you. In fact, how is it possible? You are still so young... I am just... just afraid..."

"I keep thinking of that last smile you gave me, and I always feel that you smiled so sadly. I am so afraid that you will pay a terrible price to give me the mountain spirit... I always dream of you crying."

"Fortunately, fortunately you're back... It's great, it's great that you're back. I can finally get married to Mu Rao with peace of mind." Bo Zheng stayed blankly in Jimo's arms, listening to his ramble, and what he said to her. Worrying, a mixture of happy and sad emotions raged in her heart.

She was thinking, oh, it turns out that Jimo can’t let me go either!

I’m thinking again, oh, it turns out that I’m back and you’re about to get married!

At this time, she didn't know whether she would rather come back or not come back.

Suddenly, the door was kicked open.

Mu Rao looked at Jimo with a look full of hatred: "Since you are so reluctant to part with her, why don't you marry her!"

Bo Zheng shrank into Jimo's arms. Jimo looked at Mu Rao, then at Bo Zheng, sighed and said to Mu Rao, "Rao Rao, get out."

For a moment, Mu Rao's pupils dilated in disbelief.

Jimo repeated again: "This is Bo Zheng's room, Rao Rao, please get out."

Mu Rao turned pale and glared at Bo Zheng: "Don't be proud. Do you think Jimo loves you? He knew the dispute between you and your uncle but still sent you back to Cailan Valley. Look at him. Love you so much!" After saying that, she wiped away her tears and ran out.

Jimo still held Bo Zheng firmly. He fed the piece of plum blossom cake in his hand into her mouth. Even his voice did not change much. He still said gently: "Come, eat a piece."

Bo Zheng looked away.

Jimo didn't seem to notice. He put the piece of plum blossom cake to Bo Zheng's mouth and coaxed gently: "Good boy, come and have a bite."

Bo Zheng dodged again.

"Go after her, Jimo." Bo Zheng lowered his head and said, "I don't hate you, and you shouldn't feel like you owe me. I'm fine, really."

This time, Jimo moved. He touched Bo Zheng's head and then put her down.

Jimo chased after him, and Bo Zheng picked up the piece of plum blossom cake that Jimo had taken and ate it in small bites without leaving any crumbs.

Mountain ghosts are born half demon and half immortal, and they are the most sensitive creatures. How could she not know that Jimo's struggle when he asked her for the mountain spirit was just a show, and how could she not see Jimo's momentary shock when he saw her again.

But, she loves him!

Bo Zheng finished the last bite of plum blossom cake and tears fell down. She loves him, so she doesn't care about anything.

She opened her chest and took out the heart of the mountain ghost. With a fiery red and warm heart, wearing it, she would be able to recover her mana and return to her original appearance in one month. She really wanted Jimo to always see her as she was.

But she couldn't wait any longer.

Jimo already has a lover by his side. If she still wants to follow him, she can only remain a little mountain ghost and Jimo's pet.

5

That night, Jimo did not come back.

Jimo still didn't go home the next day.

Bo Zheng searched for him all over the sky and asked all the monsters around her. Finally, she found him by a small river.

Jimo was lying on the sandy ground overgrown with weeds, his cheeks red from drunkenness. He burped and smiled stupidly at Bo Zheng: "Mu Rao, stop making trouble, let's go home."

Bo Zheng held Jimo's shoulders. She wanted to pick him up, but she couldn't. Jimo kept struggling and said vaguely: "I can't find her..."

"I can't find her anywhere..."

As he talked, Jimo started crying. He hugged Bo Zheng and cried like a child: "Rao Rao, I took advantage of Bo Zheng, but I did it for you. I just feel sorry for her... I like you, I only like you."

"I know, I know everything." Bo Zheng comforted Jimo time and time again, and Jimo burst into tears.

Bo Zheng said softly: "Let's go find her together...we will find her."

Under the bright moonlight, Bo Zheng's short body was as straight as a support, steadily bearing all the weight of the two people.

That night was a taboo dividing line.

When he got up the next day, Jimo still practiced swordplay in the morning and bought delicious plum blossom cakes for Bo Zheng. He looked as if nothing had happened, but he was getting thinner and thinner. Bo Zheng took advantage of her short figure to be cute to Jimo. Jimo smiled and gave Bo Zheng an extra piece of plum blossom cake in the evening, and he continued to lose weight.

Bo Zheng tried to suggest Jimo to find Mu Rao, but Jimo saw through her thoughts early. He said calmly: "She will come back." His tone was very sure, but his eyes were a little worried. Bo Zheng still wanted to speak, but Jimo stopped her: "Can you just let me be quiet?"

Jimo took Bo Zheng to a new place of residence, a small courtyard, and there were no goblins to serve him. Bo Zheng was very happy and happily cooked for Jimo every day, imagining that she and Jimo were a young couple who had always lived here and they had always been in love.

When Jimo was practicing swordplay, Bo Zheng was no longer invisible. He leaned against the door with his chin in his hand and could keep watching.

Jimo looked far away in the direction of Master Mu Rao's gate every night. At that time, Bo Zheng was quietly by his side. Without thinking of Mu Rao's words, she could imagine that the two of them were basking in the moon together.

A month later, Mu Rao came back.

She brought her seniors and a group of dozens of people. A row of sect disciples wearing white-on-blue clothes stood in a row. Mu Rao pointed at Jimo with the edge of his sword and said in a cold voice: "Hand over that mountain ghost!"

Jimo looked at Mu Rao silently.

Mu Rao hit Jimo with magic spells one after another, but Jimo didn't fight back. Wounds appeared one after another on Jimo's body, and his clothes were soaked with blood. Mu Rao said bitterly: "Hurry up and hand over the mountain ghost!"

Jimo shook his head lightly, hiding the pain in his eyes. "Raoruo, I won't fight back. You can do whatever you want to me. But don't implicate innocent people."

At this time, the elder of the division behind Mu Rao came out. His voice was indifferent, but it contained supreme power: "How can mountain ghosts be considered innocent? They control the mountain spirits and enjoy the shortcut to immortality. They occupy the territory of the demon world, but they make no contribution to our demon world! Such unscrupulous beasts , he will be punished on sight!" With the last word "zhi", the elder's palm slapped Jimo's forehead.

"don't want!"

"stop!"

Two exclamations sounded at the same time, one was from Mu Rao and the other was from Bo Zheng.

Compared to Jimo who was covered in blood, Bo Zheng looked more ferocious. She had regained her grown-up appearance, but blood oozed from every pore. There is nothing good about him.

Jimo was shocked and angry: "How did you escape from the formation!"

Because she used the power of the mountain ghost's heart!

However, her body couldn't bear taking Anru out so frequently.

Bo Zheng smiled at him, and with blood all over her body, she faced the elder.

"The person you want to arrest is me. Let him go and I will follow you."

6

The elder put Bo Zheng into a cage, and several disciples from the sect guarded him day and night. Jimo watched Bo Zheng being stuffed into a small cage, with his hands and feet curled up. Her long hair dragged on the ground, leaving messy blood stains on the ground as she moved.

It felt like she was being treated like some kind of livestock.

Jimo suddenly felt a sharp pain in his heart. How could the little mountain ghost who had been accompanying him all day be treated like this!

That night, Jimo used the stun technique to knock down all the guards. He held Bo Zheng and ran in the night wind. I ran as hard as I could, over mountains, across grasslands, and across countless places. Until he arrived at Zhongmei Mountain, Jimo put the Bo Zheng on the stone. He was covered in blood. His blood and her blood merged together without distinction between you and me. Jimo's tears fell on Bo Zheng's almost transparent face. He kept apologizing in his always gentle tone: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."

Bo Zheng smiled. She caught a drop of Jimo's tear and murmured: "I'm happy that you cried. Although you didn't do it for me..."

Bo Zheng said again: "You know, although I have only been with you for ten years, I have watched you for a hundred years." Jimo's face suddenly changed.

In the past hundred years, Jimo deceived too many demons with his gentle appearance, but every demon he deceived never questioned that he deceived him.

Jimo has become too accustomed to this. Use gentleness to plot, and after the plot succeeds, you can then make up reasons to continue being gentle to the other person, so that the other person will not bear grudges against you.

He relied on this move to avoid being ostracized by his brothers in the general's palace, and helped his father capture countless cities... In the end, he used this move to gain his freedom, and he often lived in a place convenient for Mu Rao. .

Bo Zheng held the teardrop tightly in her hand. She closed her eyes and said, "You can leave. I don't know how to deal with Mu Rao. The mountain ghosts don't know either."

Isn't this the purpose of Jimo? He saw that she controlled the mountain ghost's heart and thought that she had become the leader of the mountain ghost clan. He was afraid that Mu Rao would be retaliated by the mountain ghost after her death. That's why he was willing to take risks to save her from the elders.

There is no need to act to her, she already knows what kind of monster Jimo is. It's just that she loves him, so she can give him anything, her trust, her life.

As long as he wants it, as long as she has it.

Bo Zheng broke away from Jimo's arms and moved away from Jimo step by step. Walking on the path, walking into the forest, reaching deep corners that he couldn't see.

In fact, she was also a little tired. It’s really tiring to always chase someone and love them hopelessly.

If she disappears and Mu Rao is fine, this is what Jimo wants. So, as he wishes.

Just keep walking like this, keep walking, until you reach the edge of Ecstasy Cliff, Bo Zheng stopped. Her loose white clothes were fluttering in the mountain breeze, and her long black hair was flying. Bo Zheng turned around and said, "Come out."

The elder, Mu Rao, dressed in red, and her fellow disciples appeared together. Mu Rao looked at Bo Zheng with deep hatred in her eyes: "You are so good, you can actually let Jimo take you to escape."

Bo Zheng smiled softly at her: "Then you would be even better. He was so anxious that he had to take me to escape."

"You mean..." Mu Rao's expression suddenly became confused, becoming both sad and happy. She is a very smart demon, and she will naturally understand the meaning behind her words. Jimo drove her away because of her, and saved Bo Zheng because of her. He did everything for her.

Bo Zheng smiled again. This was the last thing she could do for Jimo.

Letting go of the love factor, she found the two demons Mu Rao and Jimo really interesting. One person underestimated the mountain ghost's strength and wanted to let her go back so that he could kill all the mountain ghosts in one fell swoop. One person greatly overestimated the mountain ghosts' feelings for her tribe, and actually thought that the mountain ghosts would fall out for her.

Actually, that's not the case.

She was doomed to be lonely from the day she fell in love with Jimo. Even if she died, no one would feel sorry for her.

She suddenly felt indescribably sad.

"Except for Mu Rao, all of you will be buried with me today." This declaration of death sounded as light as a sigh in Bo Zheng's vicissitudes of voice.

Then, unique fireworks bloomed on Zhongmei Mountain.

7

"How did Bo Zheng kill those monsters? Didn't she lose all her magic power? Is she really dead?" The little orchid demon blinked its big curious eyes and asked relentlessly for the details of the story. , "And Jimo, did he get together with Mu Rao after that? Does he really not like Bo Zheng at all?"

The Orchid Demon was indignant. Bo Zheng had paid so much, but Jimo didn't like her at all. It was really unfair.

The demon who told the story had white hair and dark pupils, hiding emotions that no one could understand. He said: "Have you forgotten the Heart of the Mountain Ghost? Bo Zheng detonated the Heart of the Mountain Ghost and died together with the monsters that besieged her. Bo Zheng is naturally dead."

"As for Jimo, he is not with Mu Rao. He still doesn't know whether he likes Bo Zheng, but he knows that there will never be a demon in his life who loves him as much as Bo Zheng. Jimo is a A ruthless monster, he was so ruthless that he could deny his parents, but he still couldn't help but be moved by the feelings Bo Zheng gave him. So he still loved Mu Rao, but he could no longer be with her. "

"That's it..." This ending did not quite meet Orchid Demon's expectations. When she thought about it, Bo Zheng had paid so much for Jimo, how could Jimo not love her?

The Orchid Demon is too young, she doesn’t know that love is not something that will be rewarded as long as you give.

The white-haired demon added: "Actually, this is not the end."

The Orchid Demon was immediately curious: "Then what is the ending?"

The white-haired demon said: "Bo Zheng died, but Jimo discovered that she still had a soul. Jimo used soul beads to contain Bo Zheng's soul and brought it to the immortal to ask her to be resurrected."

"Did he succeed?"

“It worked, but it also didn’t work out.”

"Ah?" The little orchid demon was immediately confused. Was this a success?

The white-haired demon said: "The immortal agreed to let Jimo use all his magic power in exchange for Bo Zheng's resurrection, but Bo Zheng did not want to live anymore. So... Jimo asked the immortal to reincarnate Bo Zheng."

The orchid demon suddenly became happy: "The best way to reincarnate is to be an orchid demon, just like me!"

"Yes, just like you." The white-haired demon's voice suddenly choked with sobs.

He said: "But Jimo never understood why Bo Zheng didn't want to be resurrected and be with him even though she clearly said she didn't blame him... He is now willing to be with her."

The Orchid Demon thought for a while and said, "Bo Zheng is too tired."

"too tired?"

"Yes. Love is too tiring, so even if Jimo is willing to be with her, she doesn't want to love him anymore."

Love that doesn't get a response will always have to be given. Constantly doubting every word he said, fearing that he had set a trap for me again...it was really tiring.

Being together is never the end, it's just the beginning.

Even if Jimo says that he is in love with her now, Bo Zheng will no longer be willing to be with him. She was tired and scared, and she didn't want to think about the conspiracy behind this beautiful vow, and whether it would make her pay a higher price.

I would rather never remember him or love him again.

For a moment, the white-haired demon's white hair seemed to become even whiter. His dark pupils reflected extreme pain, and he could only hold on to his sleeves tightly to keep from crying.

"Grandpa, are you leaving?" The orchid demon opened his eyes wide with confusion and looked at the back of the white-haired demon with some reluctance.

The white-haired demon didn't answer, he hunched over and left.

The wind in Cailan Valley is howling, as if mourning or cheering. In this world, people who know how to love always suffer the most. But losing the most sincere relationship in the world is heartbreaking.

I miss you so much that I don’t know. Text/Innocence

When Feng Qing came to Funing Palace to see me, I was about to die, even though many concubines in the Great Ying Palace were unwilling to admit it. However, I know that what they are more unwilling to admit is that after my return, they will have no definite destiny regarding their stay.

Except Feng Qing.

I have never seen such a heartless woman in my life, and I have never heard more heartless words from any woman's mouth.

She followed the chambermaid through the tent and passed through the layers of medicinal fragrance that accumulated in the hall. I turned my head from the pillow with difficulty upon hearing the sound. Feng Qing looked down at me and smiled slowly: "I thought you were dead." She paused, then shook her head, smiling innocently and beautifully, "Why aren't you dead?"

The people serving on the left and right were not standing very far away. When they heard this, their expressions suddenly changed and they bowed their heads deeply, fearing that my possible anger would spread to them.

However, they don't know that I am going to die, die, and die on the land of Yingguo where I have fought all my life. The dying middle-aged man lying on the bed has long lost the cheerfulness and fierceness of the army more than ten years ago, the fierceness and ruthlessness of single-handedly attacking the enemy and massacring the city, and the spirit of the Qi Kingdom's subjugation when he was more than 20 years old. In the evening, she had the courage to snatch her away from others in the chaos.

That middle-aged man is about to die.

one,

In the Ying Kingdom, water and victory coexisted. The founder of the country, Emperor Cao Mang, chose such a formal name, but failed to completely eradicate the barbarism and coldness in the blood of his descendants. In the second year after I succeeded to the throne of Ying, I chose to do what my fathers often did, and massacred the capital of Qi in the most cold-blooded way.

And the best and worst things in my life all started in that battle.

In fact, at the beginning, I didn’t know who the girl presented to me was. I saw her in the evening when Qi Guo surrendered to the city, on that night with the sound of wind and the sound of the flute.

She was tied up and brought to my tent, and was forcibly carried in under the rough shoving of the chamberlain. The big, frightened eyes shone with a deep black luster, carrying the unique watery feel of the south of the Yangtze River.

It's so beautiful that you can't take your eyes away.

Apart from that sigh, I didn't think too much about it, just because there are so many beauties, and the ways to have them are so similar. I walked up to her, knelt down and started to untie her complicated dress.

She was so frightened that she forgot to resist and just stared at me stupidly. The pupils are so bright and so dark, I have never seen prettier eyes in my life. She held the hem of her sleeves where I had unbuttoned her first button, and whispered: "Please, can you let me go?"

I didn't speak. She thought I couldn't understand Qi Guo dialect, so she repeated in Ying dialect awkwardly: "Your Majesty, please let me go."

I smiled, covered up the coldness in my eyes, and asked her in Qiyu: "Who taught you?"

A hint of joy flashed between her eyebrows, thinking it was a sign of my looseness, so she hurriedly explained: "General Huo taught me what to say."

There were not many generals with the surname Huo in the camp. I remember a defender named Huo Yuangang, whom I met only a few times while leading troops in the forbidden area for training.

I raised my hand to brush the deep dimples on her cheeks and smiled: "Is it Huo Yuangang?"

She just stared at me and didn't answer. She shrank back a few steps, covered her eyes and cried unbridled, tears dripping down the back of my hand that was caressing the side of her face.

I was stunned, a little dumbfounded.

She cried until she hiccupped, and said to me with sobs: "I only know his surname is Huo... I'm lost... I don't know how I got into Da Ying's military tent. I'm scared..."

From her intermittent description, I struggled to reconstruct what happened to her before. She was probably the daughter of a farmer on the border of Qi State. After getting lost, she strayed into the Ying army's tent and was rescued by Huo Yuangang. She didn't know why but was treated as a The prisoners were sent to my tent.

I smiled, stood up from the ground, and stretched out a hand to her: "Get up first."

She looked up at me stupidly, her face still stained with crystal tears that she had not had time to wipe away, making her look even more childish.

Seeing that she didn't come back to her senses, I simply explained: "Huo Yuangang will take you away." I raised my head, followed the moonlight shining through the window lattice to guess the sky here, and after thinking about it, I added, "From here to Qi State, It probably won’t be long.”

She didn't quite understand what I said, so she just looked at me blankly, but she also knew that she could be out of danger temporarily, so she wiped away her tears, raised her head and smiled hastily at me, as beautiful as the morning glow after the rain.

I turned my head casually and waited for Huo Yuangang to appear. I told him a few things to pay attention to, and then asked him to take the girl away from Da Ying.

Huo Yuangang was startled. When he raised his head, he seemed to be in disbelief, but he could still see that he was relieved: "It's just that these are presented to His Majesty by the other generals. I'm worried..."

I said "Oh" casually: "Just don't let them know."

Huo Yuangang was stunned, struggled for a moment, and finally asked some questions: "It's just that today, Your Majesty seems..."

I greeted him, lowered my eyes and looked at him indifferently, and smiled softly: "Do you think I am particularly compassionate today?" Ignoring Huo Yuangang's repeated "Don't dare" reply, I put aside the book and thought for a while, " In fact, it's not that I'm merciful, it's just that when I saw her, I thought of a person, thinking that if something like this happened to her one day..." Under Huo Yuangang's slightly curious eyes, I suppressed the emotion in my eyes and calmly said Di continued, "One day when she encounters something like today, she also hopes to meet a good person."

I communicated with Huo Yuangang in Japanese, but the girl didn't understand. She kept staring at Huo Yuangang pitifully. It wasn't until he came over and leaned over to help her up from the ground that she laughed with peace of mind. He called Brother Huo in a low voice.

I moved my eyes away and watched indifferently as Huo Yuangang supported the little girl and walked quietly into the night outside the tent.

Stars are lighting up the clouds in the sky, and the moon should be disappearing at night.

Huo Yuangang thought I was compassionate, but in fact I never felt that I saved the girl. Everyone's life and death are destined to be catastrophic, and those who cannot escape are destined to be unable to escape.

It's like, I let the little girl go, but I never expected that I would still see her when Qi was destroyed.

two,

She appeared as a prisoner dedicated to the children of the Japanese nobles. When I drank half of the tea, she filed into the camp with other young and beautiful girls. I smiled in my heart. What a coincidence.

She was so frightened that she almost cried. She huddled behind the girls but couldn't hide her look of eagerness. A string of fine tears lingered on his wide-open eyes.

Someone had already recognized her, and the whispers inside the tent could not be suppressed.

I drank the wine in the glass lightly and said calmly under the suspicious eyes of everyone: "I let her escape. I didn't expect to see her here again."

One of the people sitting there said with a smile: "Since it belongs to the king, then it should be left to the king."

I happily put the finished wine glass back on the table and nodded casually.

She huddled in a corner of the tent in horror. The last bit of her blood faded the moment I opened the curtain and walked in. She stared behind me with her pale lips, but she didn't wait for the person she wanted to see.

I walked up to her without saying a word. She looked at me desperately, an expression so desperate that it shouldn't be the expression she should have at that age.

I lowered my head and looked at her calmly: "Everyone thinks you are my woman." I looked at her deeply, "I or the group of men outside the tent, you choose."

She stopped struggling when I kissed her cold lips. Her home country, her identity, and her age were the most useless struggles. Until the moment when I completely occupied her, she failed to achieve her wish and get a temporary escape.

In the deep night, I slept beside her, but I could see all her movements at that time. Her body was trembling slightly from crying, suppressing her lament about the future in the night.

Also, she unconsciously called out Huo Yuangang's name.

I listened to her crying and thought, it's actually quite pitiful.

The next day was the day when Daying Kingdom was stationed and returned to the city. She passively allowed the maid to apply the most popular makeup in Da Ying Kingdom. Until the maid brought her to me, she lowered her head sadly without even a smile.

When she was approaching Dapo Lake on her return journey, she suddenly jumped off the carriage, pushed away the stunned guards, held up her skirt and ran quickly to the lake. Before anyone could recover, she had already jumped into the lake.

When I got the news and arrived, the girl had already been rescued from the lake. Huo Yuangang hugged her, waded into the water, and walked slowly to me.

But how could he not notice that she was wrapped in his war robe, and that his usually stern face showed a slight desolation, and there was a flash of pity when he lowered his head and stared at her in his arms.

Huo Yuangang respectfully returned her to me. I leaned over and picked her up. Just before turning to leave, Huo Yuangang finally couldn't help it and spoke in a low voice towards my back: "Your Majesty, there are some things that I don't know whether I should say..."

I stopped, turned around and glanced at him: "If you shouldn't say it, then don't say it."

Huo Yuangang trembled slightly, and lowered his head little by little under my gaze, including his voice: "Miss Feng is a poor person." He looked up at me, a little unbearable, "After all, she was once a princess..."

There was a wind blowing outside the tent. It was already autumn, and a few drops of rain fell from the blue sky. I slowly lowered my head, leaned over and stared into his eyes and asked, "Tell me, who is she?"

Huo Yuangang thought he didn't expect me to get angry suddenly, and trembled slightly, but it didn't stop me from finding her name in such a long sentence. "Princess Qi," he looked up at me, more puzzled and confused, "Feng Qing."

In the breeze of March, I held her and slowly walked back. Walking back, I walked through the rustling spring breeze and past the neighing war horses. I heard her lying in my arms, sobbing with sobs.

In my life, I have never seen so many tears in a person's eyes. I cried so much that I couldn't do anything. I thought, how could it be such a coincidence, but also so desperate.

three,

It was half a month later when I saw her for the second time in Da Ying. She is a little taller and has lost a lot of weight. What remains unchanged is the look of fear and avoidance when she looks at me, with a hint of embarrassment. In this way, I was escorted to my dormitory by the chamberlain because of a very interesting charge: sneaking out of the palace.

I threw down the scroll in my hand, looked down at the girl in the hall who was still struggling with her hands and feet bound, and smiled: "Don't you know that you can't go out at will when you are in Japan?"

Her head was lowered, her hands were tied behind her back, and even her calves were tied tightly by the responsible guards. When he heard the sound, he looked up at me with reluctance and resentment. At this time, he looked like a child, especially when he glared at people.

I smiled silently and walked slowly to her. Without saying a word, he untied her from the rope. A layer of red suddenly appeared on her face, either from embarrassment or anger. She struggled to look up at me and said, "Let me go."

I ignored her and continued what I was doing. During her continued obstruction and resistance, I glanced at her lightly: "Don't worry, I won't do anything to you if you are like this." She was stunned, but soon started the next round of struggle, and I pressed He held her delicate arms and chuckled, "If you keep doing this, I'm sure I won't do anything to you?"

She stared at me, as if I didn't understand what I said. I stared at me like this, until I slowly floated a layer of water mist, covering her dark eyes.

She finally spoke, with crying cavity: "Don't touch me."

I stopped my movement: "Except for me, who else can touch you?" Without waiting for her, I condensed Feng Qing and answered her, "Huo Yuangang?"

Feng Qing stunned and looked at me stupidly.

I thought, when did it become so pitiful.

She gathered the sadness in her eyes and looked up to see me: "Yes."

There was a sudden anger, I do n’t know if she was insightful by my insight, or the word "pair" that she couldn't be calm again, the remaining moves no longer needed to explain and rational discerning. That night, she slept beside me. I blocked the fascinating moonlight with my palm. After thinking and thinking, maybe this life could only be the case.

Later, it was a routine Fengci, and Yu Delong had a banquet. I took Feng Qing to go, and her seat was arranged at the nearest place in my left hand. After sitting, I smiled at her and reached out.

She saw it obviously, but kept her face cold.

I just laughed, turned around, and the waiter stubbornly took her to me, and I pretended to pass through her back to support her arm. After being shocked, she began to struggle quickly, but it is conceivable how the strength of a little girl can have the strength of the brute force of the alien. I smiled slightly and whispered in her ear: "I am an impatient person, except, except for you."

She glared at me childishly and looked away.

It is difficult to suppress the sound of the bottom of my heart.

Just when Huo Yuangang appeared, he found that he couldn't laugh anyway anyway.

He stepped into the hall slowly, and he was handsome. Among the ministers, he did not necessarily be the best one. However, the experience of killing the battlefield all year round made him add masculinity to the elegant temperament, such as maroon sunlight.

I clearly felt that the little girl sitting beside me trembled slightly and followed every trace he had followed.

I raised the wine glass and drank amber's juice a little bit. It felt like she was holding the hand in my palm and slowly became cold.

The banquet Huo Yuangang left the seat alone. After that, I found a reason to leave at will, left the hall, and chose a trail to walk slowly.

That night, the moon was very good, but it was thin. I hidden myself under the shade of the large sycamore, and there was a silver -gray lotus pond. I think it should be very cold, as if Feng Qing on the other side of the lake heard Huo Yuangang's alienated greeting, at that time, was she as cold as me.

Feng Qing's voice was crying, like the injured little beast sobbing: "Brother Huo-"

Huo Yuan just stepped back, and some sycamore leaves made a fine sound under his feet. His expression was respectful but alienated: "Mrs. Feng." Feng Qing did not have a title in the harem, but this time Mrs. Feng was the safest and reasonable greeting. .

Huo Yuangang, he, after all, treats the glory behind her higher than her.

Feng Qing was crying like a child: "Brother Huo, have you forgotten? Ten years ago, by the side of the lotus pond in Qiyong ..."

Huo Yuan just looked up and intercepted what she said half of his words: "Madam wants to remember it." He paused slightly and continued to speak. I have never been to Qi State. "

Feng Qing froze, what he wanted to say, but there was a sound to come here with his voice.

I brushed the thin dust on the sleeves of the sleeves, and slowly walked back along the martyr's road covered by the moon, walked through the purple bamboo forest swaying in the wind, walked through the blue stone road covered by the moss, and meandered all the way in the inner minister all the way. I kneel down and think about it. In fact, Huo Yuangang did not lie. I remember what happened ten years ago. However, at that time, when Qi Guoding was prosperous. When I was sent to Qi Guo as a proton, Huo Yuangang did not follow followed by following. I go.

The wind got up little by little, blowing my rolling sleeves, and blowing me, frowning the sorrow that I couldn't say to others at three or two points.

I think it ’s despair, there is no chance in despair.

Four,

When my father was still alive, he taught me not to believe anyone, including himself. Because I will sell myself, the power will never. When I remembered this, I was holding Zhu Bi to approve the memorials that were delivered to the cabinet, and transferred the city guards to the border to control the riots of the Qi national and civilians.

If I have nothing to make a person's name: Huo Yuangang.

Forcing yourself not to believe it. Among them, how many of them are public, how much is selfishness.

On the day when Huo Yuangang went out of the city, Feng Qing thought that he was the only time to see me. Sometimes it is very interesting to tease this little girl, and sometimes I find that the truth hidden after the clouds and lightness, there are pain that he dare not face up.

I know why she came, but I couldn't restrain the sourness and unpleasant words derived from the bottom of my heart. At the moment her condensed team left slowly, I finally spoke, and the cold voice was like a knife. The arrogance of survival: "No need to look at it anymore, no matter what, Huo Yuangang will not look back at you."

She bowed her head and just pretended not to hear.

I can no longer curb the viciousness in the words, how can I think that I will be forced by a little girl to such a step. I took a step forward and stared at her good -looking eyes: "Do you think he really will blame you with the country and the enemy?"

Feng Qing paused and looked up at me angrily: "You forced him. Otherwise ..."

I don't know what she would be behind her "or not," I just felt like she was talking about the three words. I looked at her and smiled cruelly: "Unfortunately, he didn't have the courage to marry you, how could he marry a princess of the dead country regardless of his future?" I stared at her eyes, in her slow red eyes, deliberately aggravated the following sentence Then, "He doesn't want you, you believe it," I laughed, cold, "Even if the widow now sends you to him, he will obediently send you back ..."

She raised her head and was intercepted by me in the air. In the tears of her collapse, I leaned and stared at her words, "Huo Yuangang is a coward."

Her cheeks were white, and she suddenly covered her lips and took a few steps back.

I was a little surprised. The movement supported her first: "What's wrong?"

She didn't answer, it didn't seem to be very comfortable, she didn't eat much, and vomiting just spit out a few mouthfuls of water. I stunned, raised my hand through her stretch of neat hair, and my heart suddenly shot.

Yuyi was determined that she was pregnant.

I was sitting in an outer hall separated by a curtain, and slowly drank the last tea in the cup. I heard that the sound of the Royal doctor couldn't help but congratulated himself much, but just smiled.

She was lying on the bed in the inside. I repeated the news to her, but it is not important, but I want this child. This may be like her life.

As long as there is a relationship with her, it can make me happy.

She covered her eyes with a quilt, crying very slowly. I sat beside her: "Xiaoqing, in fact, in Qi Palace ..."

Before I finished speaking, she suddenly passed her side and said the most decisive words in her consistent soft tone: "I won't give birth to this child."

I froze, holding her arms and trying to tell her: "Xiaoqing, you listen to me. Ten years ago, I saw you," I bowed my head to the ears, told her softly, told her softly , "Ten years ago, beside the lotus pool, you ..."

She suddenly laughed, and there was a flashing cold in her eyes: "Do you want to say, you met me, and then kept looking for me?" She lowered her eyes and had no expression on her face when she raised her head. "So, do you kill my tribe, destroy the Qi State, and destroy the family that I can attach in the end?"

I was silent, but I didn't know how to speak. How do I tell her that my family is the two things I can't control other than you. For the Dajiao Kingdom, I am just the monarch of a country. But what do I say she believes.

With a cold smile, she stared at my eyes and continued: "I will not give birth to this child."

I smiled slightly: "This is not something you can determine."

"But," she smiled slightly, cold, "I can decide how to let this child disappear."

I was shocked, and got up and held her arms, a little incredible.

I used to think that even if she hates Da Yi again, if she has a child, she will soften or change slowly, but the most desperate is that she does not want this child at all.

I held her wrists and quickly pressed on both sides of the bed. As expected, she soon began to struggle. I looked at her and was so close that I could feel the heat sprayed between each other. I just looked at her like this, and said to her one by one, "Do you believe it or not, I can strangle you now."

If she looks at me without any matter, her eyes flushed also pretended to have nothing to do: "I won't want this child, it's useless to kill me ..."

I sneered twice, raising her hand and brushing her thin cheeks like gly gippy: "What to kill you, the same is true of killing Huo Yuangang."

The pupils were shrinking quickly, as if I didn't expect me to have this trick. After standing for a long time, I dare not get angry. The red eyes are gradually filled with water vapor, and the grievances are uncomfortable: "You let go of Brother Huo ..."

Angry like flames ignited the only reason, she was in front of me, her beautiful eyes, her tears eyes, bright red lips ... If she can strangle her like this, can she strangle her? pain……

I leaned down and stared at her eyes, like staring at the person I hated the most in my life, and said with a word of teeth, "What is the good thing about Huo Yuangang? Do you still understand? Ronghua Fugui, he doesn't want you at all ... "Angry was in pain even his heart, and I pushed my heart to continue to say," A coward, a person who can not hold on to a woman you like, this waste, he has any kind of waste, he has any kind of waste. what's good?"

Feng Qing suddenly cried out. In this life, I have never seen her sad for her, crying like a small injured animal, carefully distinguished, and I can only clearly clearly cry: "You don't know anything. …”

I slowly got up and returned in the air with the fragrant plant incense in March. The people who served left and right came to help each other, and I pushed it away coldly. In the late autumn courtyard that occasionally projected by light, I walked slowly, stepping on her sobbing and crying crying, and the wind that was not warm in the autumn day, and walked in the autumn wind.

In this life, there is nothing I can't control. For more than two decades, I have a beautiful woman like a red face of Yu Qingcheng, and I have had the Shengshi Jiangshan Changan. At that moment, at the moment I had all, in the sad cry of the little girl, the little girl was crying. I don't think I understand why.

I think, is it inadvertently, I fall in love with this little thing.

The a little silly, she stared at the black and white eyes when she was shocked, and was hurt only when she was hurt.

I think how ridiculous, I tell myself, what ridiculous things.

five,

And some things pass by silently in those separate time.

I think it should be almost time to recover those military power.

After March, she suddenly came to the hall to find me, and she came into the palace. The only time she smiled at me, tentatively, and smiled at me.

Knowing that she was purposeful, I knew that it would be another deception, and she knew that she was handed over a glass of broken intestine, but in the innocent smile of her, forcing herself to drink slowly .

Not even sure, how long is this day, she will laugh at me, and will give me any questions I have raised. The medicine prescribed by the imperial doctor can drink it on time. Check it. Following the country to hire, as long as she has a happy face.

That night, she lay quietly beside me. I know she didn't fall asleep. I am familiar with every movement of her, as if I am familiar with myself. In the shaking of Zhu Ying, she got up, very light, and walked to the case of placing the memorials all year round, using her always gently movement to find everything she wanted.

In everything, including what I was looking for after the year, all the existence or unnecessary charges of the Huo family. It is not necessarily the fault of the minister, but the temptation of power, but the person sitting on it is lonely.

I think it's pitiful, I whispered to myself, when it became so pitiful.

However, in any case, she is just a little girl.

The arms deployment and the sin of the 犯 军 军 军 军 军 军 are just a false image. Flying birds are exhausted, Liang Gong Zang is just a superficial. I gamble and bet on a war. Gambling Huo Yuangang for self -protection, forcing Gong Delong Temple, I gamble, Huo Yuangang is still bloody.

This trick was born, and I had no mistake. Even when he brought and or horses, there was no wrong. When he rushed into the imperial city with his guard, half of the door was ignited. Flame, only dried the clouds, the residual wine on the table, only drink half a cup.

I brightened my cup to him: "Ai Qing comes quite on time."

He blew up his silver gun behind his back and looked at me coldly: "Where is she?"

I laughed and raised my hand: "Well, she will come."

The defender who was on his side suddenly folded down and knelt down at me. Among Huo Yuangang's slightly white face, I slowly drank the last half of the wine, and smiled apologized: "Look, I died temporarily, No."

What happened later was the same as the history of the history books, except for a little exaggeration. In fact, what I can really put in the ground is the arrow I shot in his heart, and the rest is because Feng Qing suddenly came in from the temple.

I think, in this life, she can no longer forgive me.

I couldn't forget that picture throughout my life, and half of the height flames were burning outside the temple, reflecting the bright day in the temple. Huo Yuangang could escape that arrow, but Feng Qing's appearance caused each other's inch to lose a lot. All happened in an instant. He folded her to protect her and blocked the random arrows that could have escaped.

She hugged him, hugged him stupidly, like something to be precious. Put your cheeks on his forehead, low, and whisper low, "You still say you don't remember me, do you remember me, do you still block the arrow for me ..."

Huo Yuangang could not hear her talking.

I walked over, walked through the corpse of the hands and feet, and walked through the mottled blood stains. Slowly walked over, squatted down and stretched out her hand, and gently called her name: "Xiaoqing."

She looked up at me very slowly, with water in her eyes, and her nose was crying red, more like a child. She didn't understand why I still appeared. After watching me stupidly, she whispered, and used the tone I was accustomed to it, saying that I was used to the most desperate sentence: "I waited for him for ten years You killed him. But you killed him ... "

She looked at me childishly: "Why are you not dead?"

The atmosphere blows through the braids I combed.

How to tell her.

six,

Feng Qing, who was standing by my bed, was still laughing, and the cool fingertips brushed through the side face that I was not young. I slowly closed my eyes, I thought, don't tell her, rather than hate me in this life, don't let her know.

It's just a trivial matter, a trivial matter ten years ago, and ten years ago, it was also by the lotus pool in Qi Gong. I have met a little girl, a little little girl, a fair -skinned little girl, looking at me with a smile with a smile, asking me what my name is?

At that time, I was sent to Qi Guo as a proton by my father. I would not speak Qi. The people who stepped down at most in this palace. Naturally, no one was willing to talk to me. It was three points colder than ordinary people. Under the perseverance of the little girl, I moved away and opened my mouth low: "Roll."

I ordered her to roll away in Da Yan's language, but the "rolling" in this big dialect was very similar to the "Huo" in Qi language. She answered and smiled very well. Your surname is Huo. "

She was still laughing, and she laughed at the sun in Qi Gong's Shengshi Taiping, and then said something, but I didn't understand it.

But this sentence was so simple that I remembered it for a long time. When I was able to return to China, I found the literati all over the country and told them to tell me that this sentence was in Qi language. There is the simplest meaning: "Brother Huo, my name is Feng Qing, you can call me Xiaoqing."

Stealing the light is Biwen/Tianyao

sequence

The sharp knife passed his arm, and the warm blood flowed out.

"You decided? Once this battle starts, there will be no room for regret."

He raised his hand to drip the blood into the Taiji map, and his tone was decided: "I understand that this may not change anything, but if I don't try it, I will never have a chance."

A faint light was emitted in the dull room, straight into the nine days.

His figure was not in the light, and he fell into the tunnel of time rotating.

one

His eyes suddenly became empty, but he returned as usual for a moment. He glanced at the woman in front of him, and suddenly pulled off a red robe and said lightly: "I won't marry you."

Yin Ningbi's huge horror was echoing in his mind, lifting his hijab, looking at him in unbelievable asking: "What do you say?"

His voice was very light, but he was curious: "I said, I won't marry you."

She couldn't look back, just staring at him.

At this time, the servant shouted: "Bold and congratulatory summer, dare to blatantly fight marriage!"

If He Zhixia didn't hear, he just looked at Yin Ningbi and walked out.

"Summer!" She suddenly aware that she opened her hijab and blocked him in front of him a few steps, showing a near -sighted look, "What happened?" -Why is it suddenly like a person?

He talked his mouth ridiculed: "When is the second princess so naive? Do you really believe I love you?"

She wanted to hold him, but her stretched hand stiffened in the air, hate: "He Zhixia, you dare to take a step out, I will kill you by myself!"

He sneered, turned around and walked out, without hesitation.

Yin Ningbi stood up with a guard's sword and stabbed him straight. A cold light flashed, and when he touched his back, he suddenly deflected his direction, and only "stabbed" his sleeves.

—— He knows, she won't kill him.

"Two princesses!" There was a sudden shout in the crowd. He didn't have to look back, and she knew that she had a bite of blood -it was a deep pain.

But he didn't dare to look back.

Can't look back.

two

a year ago.

The lights at night were brilliant, and Yin Ningbi looked at the wine glass in front of him, and a sneer was floating at the corner of his mouth.

The emperor is getting weaker, and the argument of the emperor is imminent -she can't help but finally shot?

Although it was a group of singing and dancing, the embargo inside and outside the government looked at each other, and the atmosphere had been tense since she stepped into the door.

Ji Chao has only two princesses. Yin Ningyue, the big princess, and Yin Ningbi, the second princess. The two continued to fight for the throne.

"Huangmei, this time you win back to the dynasty, but you must celebrate a good child." Yin Ningyue laughed, "I deliberately found someone to dance the sword to help."

As soon as the words fell, there was a man in white and fell from the sky.

Yin Ningbi was slightly surprised -such light work and internal force were more than enough to kill her. She frowned slightly, and was about to get back, so she heard a gentle voice: "In this case, Wei Chen also came to make fun."

He was as light as Qingyi, and let the light wind move to the large placket, showing the independence of the world. However, the eyebrows were calm, and calmness was condensed in the faint eyes.

——The Xia Xia? Yin Ningbi's eyebrows were slightly raised. He was the champion of Royal Pen this year. He had no past with her. Why did he suddenly intervene in helping her?

He Zhixia walked in front of Yin Ningbi leisurely, staring at her for a moment, and then said slowly: "The sword presented heroes, I wonder if the sword of the two princesses can be presented in the next use?"

She laughed: "Although you are not a hero, I am willing to give you the sword."

He Zhixia pulled out the sword "brushing" from her hands and stabbed straight at the man. Everyone knows that he has seen his long texts, and he can't think of the swordsmanship.

Just listening to the sound of "Dang", the man's sword of the white man broke into two paragraphs. Yin Ningyue's face sank and slammed the wine glass on the ground -this is the secret code of action.

For a while, the forbidden army pulled out the sword together.

Yin Ningbi changed her face, and her eyes inadvertently collided with He Zhixia. The secret road was not good. Almost at the same time, someone shouted outside the door: "His Majesty drove-"

Everyone was shocked, but the emperor did not expect that the emperor would come at this time.

The emperor sat on the step, glanced at everything, and said with a faint way: "Ningbi, you immediately led the army to 100,000 to the border.

Xi Liang was in a few hundred years, and Ji Zhao had already wanted to recover, but at this time, he sent the second princess to go, and everyone understood that this was for her to prepare for the throne.

Yin Ningbi kneels and said: "The purpose of the minister-" paused, and said, "The minister pleases the champion and Xia Xia as the vice general, and go with the minister."

The emperor glanced at He Zhixia deeply, saying, "Quasions."

Yin Ningyue bowed his head slightly, and a strange smile floated in the corner of his mouth -this game has just begun.

two

"drive--"

Two fast horses left, and there was a chaos behind him. Yin Ningbi stopped at a fork and laughed back: "You lose!"

He Zhile held the horse and smiled gently: "Anyway, the two princesses left the three armies, not just to fight for equestrian, why should I care about winning?" What do you want to say to Weichen? "

Yin Ningbi glanced at him and asked slowly: "At the night banquet last night, why do you help me?"

He Zhixia reached out and touched the horse's head, and said casually: "Since the two princesses go to the banquet with only a few followers, they must have been arranged properly. It happens to appear.

Yin Ningbi was embarrassed slightly: "What I asked -why do you help me?"

He smiled softly: "Good poultry chooses wood and lives, and Wei Chen chose the second princess. Isn't it right?"

She smiled: "Also-"

The soldiers behind them were caught up at this time.

To regain Xiliang, the first thing to attack is Lan Lingdu. This city is unique and easy to defend.

Yin Ningbi looked at the map into contemplation, and inadvertently hit the eyes of He Zhixia's inquiry, and asked, "What is the opinion of Master He?"

He Zhixia pursed his lips and said faintly: "No." He couldn't help laughing, "It's just the second princess's contemplative look is charming."

She started: "Bold!"