Chapter 392: Tears start to dry (2)

The cool breeze blew through the water pavilion, bringing the water vapor around the water pavilion, damp and obscure. Xiao Fengqing looked at the mess in one place, raised his eyes, and filled the void. Among the debris on the ground was the Phoenix Jinbu Shao, who fell to the ground. The exquisitely crafted phoenix bird's head rises high, and the gigantic pearl in the mouth of the fluttering phoenix swells round and sways in the palm.
Xiao Fengqing coldly pinched the phoenix, gripped it tightly, and then clenched it again. The sharp cricket tail pierced into the palm, bleeding. He didn't let go. His hands kept on, pinching the wings of the Phoenix, and then sneered.
The palms of his hands were already full of blood, bit by bit of blood rolled off and stained the ground. He watched the shapeless Phoenix Jinbu shake in his hand, and finally laughed wildly ...
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On August 20, everything is OK. Nie Wushuang stood at the head of the city hunting by the wind, and stood next to Xiao Fengyu watching the six troops under the city.
The ceremony officer read a long sacrifice, the wind blew, and the voice was misty. Nie Wushuang's gaze was fixed on the silver and white armor standing in front of the team.
The city wall was so high that she couldn't see if he had hazy eyes, thin lips and a slight disdain.
"Wushuang, are you tired?" There was a voice like a clear spring around her, making her feel refreshed. She looked up, and met Xiao Fengying's warm and concerned eyes.
"It's nothing," Nie Wushuang converged in his eyes, and whispered. Now that she is the emperor's concubine, her brother is about to leave, so Xiao Fengxuan specially promised that she could come to see him off. There is no need to stand on the high platform of the "Yonghua Palace" like before, and look into the distance.
This was a great gift, but he didn't know it, it was torture to her.
The hateful kiss that night made her drowsy for several days, dreaming back at midnight, all the dreamy eyes with bloodshot eyes he had dreamed of. She knew that he hated her, and wished to peel her and remove her bones, and Ling Chi was executed.
The two were in the same spirit, but in the end, she put aside her promise first.
She managed to find the warmth of her heart, but threw him into the cold night.
He said, "Wushuang, follow me." So humble request, lowered his proud head, and begged her with his beautiful future. She should follow him. Her second life belonged to him. It was as if he had been imprinted on him.
Nie Wushuang thought intently, only feeling cold sweat down, even Hua Gai blocked, can not block the glare of the sky.
She shuddered, and the last note from the ceremony officer came to her ear. She was so relaxed, her eyes were dim, and she finally passed out.
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In August of the first year of Wu De, Xiao Fengxuan eradicated the innocence of the queen mother of the Central High School, sent 100,000 troops, ordered Xiao Fengqing to be the general king, commanded the six army, and went all the way to Yunchuan Twelve States. Of the three states. Xiao Fengqing's ruling army was rigorous and the means were ruthless. He indulged soldiers and horses and burned and plundered all the way. Wherever he went, the slaughter of Qin Dynasty had killed all the resistance of the Qin Kingdom.
Because of his handsome appearance, he was also known as the "Jade-faced Rakshasa King". The people in Yunchuan feared him like a tiger. It is said that his name can stop children crying at night.
Nie Mingzhang personally led 50,000, crossed the Minjiang River, and attacked the offending Qin Army with Gu Qinghong. Qin Jun was not good at protracted fighting, and was exhausted for a year. Gu Qinghong and Nie Mingzhang, one who was good at attacking the heart and one who was good at attacking the city. Leaving aside the enemies of the two, they cooperated well. Finally, he drove Qin Jun out of the ground little by little.
Yelutu led the remnants to defeat, and fled all the way. Wolverine fled back to the capital of Qin Kingdom. Before breathing out, Xiao Fengqing captured Yunchuan's 12 states, and most of Qindi fell into the hands of the country.
Only then did Yelutu realize that Xiao Fengying never wanted Qi, but Qin Guo, a dangerous wolf that had been lurking beside Ying Guo.
He no longer cares about the pride that belongs to the Qin people, and sends three summons to the country, and sends someone to rush it to Xiao Fengxuan's hands.
When the war-stained summons book was handed to Xiao Fengyi, it was already the end of the first year of Wu De, and the heavy snowfall of Ying Guo was already the winter season. Nie Wushuang glanced at the incomprehensible Qin Guo text in Xiao Fengyu's hands, lowered his eyes, and quietly turned to leave.
It was already snow-covered outside the window, and Yang Zhi carefully put her fox fur on her, helped her, and whispered, "Willn't my mother serve the emperor?"
Nie Wushuang shook her head. She gathered her fox fur, looked at the snowy scenery, and sighed in a low voice: "It's snowing. I wonder if it will be as cold as Qin Guoyunchuan."
When Yang saw her frown, she sighed, and whispered, "Qin Di always suffers bitter cold, but it will only be colder than Ying Guo."
Nie Wushuang walked slowly under the corridor, and the soft embroidered shoes were covered with wooden clogs, but the cold air under his feet also felt. She heard only silence, and for a long time, she asked, "I don't know when I won't fight."
Yang Zhi looked at the embarrassed face of her fox, and whispered: "If the mother-in-law is worried, the slave can bring a letter to His Royal Highness."
Nie Wu trembled slightly with her hands. She glanced at Yang Zhi, and spoke for a long time, saying "No need."
She said nothing, and slowly walked towards "Yonghua Temple". Yang Zhi looked at her lonely back, and could not help suffering for her. For half a year, he watched her lonely in the deep palace, like a lonely crane out of the herd, and often watched the distant dreams.
The evil man had long been transformed into a of death. Wherever the sword pointed, the corpse was everywhere, and all the ghosts wept.
"Father Yang, let's go." Nie Wushuang turned back and said lightly, "Let's go back."
Yang Zhi looked at the slight sadness in her eyebrows, and she didn't know where the courage came from. She took a step forward: "If the mother is worried, slaves can ..."
"Shut up!" Nie Wushuangmei's eyes suddenly sharpened. She looked at Yang Zhi, and her anger was suddenly deflated.
"He won't accept the letter from the palace." She smiled wryly. "He's so proud. He won't forgive the palace!"
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