Yu Yunping kept staring at Zhao Huai's figure disappearing from sight, and then he dared to breathe a sigh of relief. After all, the atmosphere just now was so depressing that he couldn't breathe.
Obviously, the other party's target is not him at all.
"Who is this monster? The terrifying aura alone makes people shudder."
Yu Yunping's mind was now filled with the terrifying sword blow just now, and his body was shaking just thinking about it.
Shocking to the heavens and the earth, comparable to a heavenly being.
This is an army of tens of thousands! !
There are not tens of thousands of paper people, nor are they old, weak, sick or disabled, each one is a carefully selected strong soldier!
Just kill it? !
I'm afraid he will always have that grimace when he sleeps tonight.
Phew! Phew!
At this time, a myna suddenly appeared in everyone's field of vision, stopping above the collapsed jade pillar of the Golden Dragon Palace, looking around.
Yu Yunping saw the strange appearance of this bird, with dull white feathers, black body, and shiny feathers. It was such a handsome bird, and he couldn't help but ask:
"What kind of bird is this?"
A counselor in green clothes walked out from the rubble of the wall and squinted his eyes: "Your Highness, it looks like a myna. This bird symbolizes good luck."
Yu Yunping murmured: "This is auspicious and a good omen!"
He kept comforting himself.
If the palace is destroyed, it can be rebuilt. If the army is gone, it can be recruited again. As long as your people are alive, it is fine. As long as your people are alive, you will win!
"It's okay. It's okay. I am still the son of destiny. Are you right, little brother?"
Yu Yunping smiled gently at Myna, and even extended his finger.
Myna tilted his head, his smart little bean eyes kept moving, as if he didn't appreciate it, and then he said human words:
"Knock your grandma! Knock your grandma!"
After calling out, the myna immediately flew away.
Only Yu Yunping was left in a daze and mess in the ruins of the palace.
the other side.
Zhao Huai's consciousness locked onto the entire imperial city and finally discovered the location of the Tianlao.
The Imperial Palace Tianlao is located in the most remote corner of the entire imperial city. It is extremely deserted. Standing at the door of the Tianlao, there are gusts of cold wind blowing out from inside.
It is indeed very remote. No wonder Zhao Huai's spiritual consciousness has not been found.
There were not many jailers guarding the sky prison, and their fighting ability was not good. He was able to deal with them in just a few clicks.
Zhao Huai's consciousness has locked onto Yu Qinghan's position, and he is really here.
Walking through the cold and dark corridor, Zhao Huai felt a little nervous for some reason.
When he passed five levels and killed six generals, wiped out countless armies, and split open the palace gate with one blow and one sword, his mentality was calm and calm.
But here, when he was about to face his sweetheart, he became nervous.
Because he hasn't figured out what to do yet, this feeling of tension is like admitting his mistake when facing his wife.
But thinking about it carefully, it's not right. It seems that I didn't do anything wrong. It seems that he is not the one who needs to apologize.
Well, that’s right, I have to take it home and give it a good education later.
Also, how should he convince the other party?
After all, the two had a quarrel, and the meeting was more likely to be unfriendly.
What if the lady doesn't go with him?
Abducted by force?
This doesn't seem very good, it's insulting to politeness.
For the first time, Zhao Huai felt that he was so pretentious. As he thought about it, everyone had already reached the door of the cell.
He had already thought of his words and turned his head to look.
The slender figure in the cell stood beside the bed, looking towards the skylight, with shackles on his hands, his hair slightly messy, and his whole body looking a little haggard.
The tear stains on the corners of his eyes were obvious, and he looked like he had been crying.
Yu Qinghan looked at the window, his eyes full of memories, and he kept muttering: "Husband."
Even in the cell, quietly waiting for the countdown to death, she was not thinking about Daxia, nor the throne, nor the so-called great cause. The person she missed the most in her heart was still her sweetheart.
Zhao Huai thought he had come up with decent words and preaching words, but when he saw Yu Qinghan's aggrieved look, his throat choked and he couldn't say a word.
Taking off the ghost face, the door lock quietly shattered and the cell door opened.
Hearing the sound, Yu Qinghan turned around suddenly.
At this moment, the two finally met again.
Yu Qinghan's eyes showed deep surprise and a touch of surprise.
When the person you've been dreaming about finally appears in front of you, the joy you feel can surpass everything else.
The fragrant wind entered his arms, and he hugged Zhao Huai tightly, crying uncontrollably.
Zhao Huai felt the warmth in his arms, and all kinds of complicated emotions surged in his heart. He had many words of comfort, pretense of ease, and words of persuasion that he wanted to say to his wife, but when he reached his lips, they turned into one sentence:
"Madam, I'm here to take you home."
Zhao Huai also stretched out his hand, hugged the other party tightly, and did not let go for a long time.
Normally, he would tell a lot of jokes or short jokes to make his wife happy, but today, he couldn't bring himself to be interested.
Because he understands that these are nothing compared to a tight hug.
I cried and hugged.
The two of them just sat in the cell, looking at their toes from time to time, and then peeking at the other side, only to find that the other side was also looking at them.
Thousands of words are not worth as much as one look.
"How are you at home? Are you done?"
Finally, it was Zhao Huai who broke the silent atmosphere.
Yu Qinghan's eyes darkened, he was silent for a moment, and then he smiled with relief:
"Home? It's long gone."
Zhao Huai took her hand, intertwined their fingers, and comforted: "Still here."
Yu Qinghan smiled happily, with a calm look on his face.
During the time she was imprisoned in the sky prison, she had already faced everything.
At the beginning, my mind was still thinking about the so-called layout, who was behind the scenes, and how I was going to save Daxia from the fire and water.
But she gradually discovered that none of these things meant anything.
Those more important things will overshadow all the above.
She began to think about how much better it would have been if she had not come to the capital, and whether she and her husband had been living well in Jinzhou.
While people are waiting for death, what flashes through their minds are often the most beautiful and most yearning memories, and they are about letting go of all the regrets of life.
As Yu Shihuang said, if Daxia loses her, won’t it change?
Although the other party's words were irritating to her, in some aspects they were not wrong.
I have been trapped by my father's so-called ideal for more than 20 years. Do I want to spend the rest of my life in it?
Rather than saying that Yu Qinghan had figured it out, it was better to say that she was already disheartened by Daxia today.
From the moment her father died to the moment she was imprisoned, she had nothing to miss about Daxia.
"Let's go home."
Zhao Huai still had to take the initiative. He said something and stood up to leave, but the corner of his clothes was pulled. The force was not strong, but it was able to pull apart tens of thousands of troops and cause havoc in the imperial city. The ghost-faced white-clothed man could not walk. .
Yu Qinghan said softly: "I want to say goodbye to this place for the last time."
After hearing this, Zhao Huai was quite surprised. He thought he wanted to persuade him, but now it seemed that it was unnecessary, so he smiled and said:
"Well, good-bye, because I like the way your home looks better."
Hearing this, Yu Qinghan's pretty face couldn't help but blush.
