Chapter 567: Return (6)

Xia Lan couldn't help sobbing: "Mother-in-law, why are you suffering, so you have suffered yourself and the children in your belly ..."
Nie Wushuang looked at her and said for a long silence: "Some things have to be done. It's not just for herself." She wiped Xia Lan's tears and slowly said: "Don't cry, this palace is not good Is it? "
Xia Lan looked at her and cried louder and louder: "The mother-in-law said that the mother's bitter cry could not come out, so let the slaves cry for the mother-in-law ..."
Nie Wushuang's heart warmed slightly, so she watched her crying in front of herself. The desolate cry came far in the dusk, far away, and the bells in the palace came far away. The melodious bells announced the end of the day, and the last rays of the setting sun's last rays gradually fell on the golden roof of the palace. Gone, go away ...
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On the Junling Ridge, Xiongguan stood upright. A precipitous mountain separated the two armies, and the sun gradually shone to the west, and the sky was full of clouds, like a bright red color. The soldiers burned firewood in the wind and buried their food in a pot. Hundreds of mouthfuls of green smoke rose, and only this moment on both sides of Lingguan seemed extremely quiet.
Someone suddenly sang the song of their hometown. Gradually, the song was harmonized by more and more people. The low and sad song floated across the Xiongguan Pass and went to the army of Xiao Feng in front of the mountain.
Among the imperial accounts, Xiao Fengxi frowned frantically at the military map of Pojunling. This is the most detailed map of the broken army, but it is also the most difficult one for him to break, because every level of the broken army is designed by him, and everything is in every aspect. He could find a way to block any way that he could break the barrier.
Unexpectedly, in order to prevent the invasion of Qiang Qin, he has really become his own problem.
He thought hard, and suddenly, there were the voices of several generals outside the account, and their voices were slightly raised, and said angrily outside the account: "The end-men asked to see the emperor!"
Xiao Fengxi turned back, Lin Gong dare not neglect, and quickly greeted the account.
Several generals hurried into the account and knelt down and said, "The emperor, Gu Qinghong is really not a thing. He ordered people to sing the folk ballad of Yingguo Township on the broken army ridge. The soldiers were homesick and heard the village accent. Many people are crying. Morale is very low, emperor! "
Xiao Feng's eyes tightened and he stepped out of the imperial tent. Sure enough, he heard the low and vague singing from afar. The tune is very ordinary. It is a ballad sung when working in the country and countryside. However, at this time, it sounds sad for no reason. It is clear that there is only one level, but there is a home that cannot be returned, and a country cannot be returned ...
"Mr. Emperor, what should I do? The morale was high the other day, now it looks like this ..." Several generals looked ugly, and they all knew the importance of morale. I thought about going to war in two days, but Gu Qinghong easily damaged their morale without spending a single soldier.
damn it! Obviously both sides are Ying people! How can it be the result of killing each other!
Xiao Fengyi's eyes were complex, and he stood for a long time. Then he said: "I repaired a book and sent it to Gu Qinghong. He said that the old man hadn't seen him for a long time, and he welcomed him."
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It was night, and the broken army ridge fell under the night and fell asleep. The stars in the sky are a little bit, as if they do not know the suffering on earth, blinking in the sky, like the eyes of a child.
On the grassland, Xiao Fengxuan sat in a temporary tent made of cowhide, while a small red clay stove was flaming with flames, and a cup of bitter tea from Qindi was rolled in a tea pot. he.
He took a sip, bitter, just as bitter as he is now. Looking at the dark night, watching the broken army ridge looming under the night. Through that male pass, he seemed to be able to see her cold and beautiful eyebrows vaguely.
She must have hated herself. He glanced across his heart and drank the bitter tea in his cup.
Far away, a group of people approached slowly. Under the clear moon, Gu Qinghong came first. He is still wearing elegant Confucian clothes, I do not know whether it has been baptized through years or changes in world affairs. His temperament has become clearer and he has a feeling of forgetfulness.
Xiao Fengyi waited for him to approach, and this slightly swept the position around him: "Gu Xiang, please--"
Gu Qinghong did not sit down, but just sat far away from him on the mat, and said lightly: "The Emperor's Majesty is heavy, and Gu is not his Majesty."
Xiao Fengxian's eyes darkened: "Only she can persuade you to show off your status."
Gu Qinghong smiled bitterly: "That's because Gu Mou owed her too much, and he couldn't redeem half of his sin."
Xiao Fengxuan looked at Gu Qinghong, who was also ashamed, and sighed slightly. He lifted his spirits and switched off the topic: "Is this necessary? Meet Bing Rong?"
Gu Qinghong looked at the bitter tea offered by the father-in-law, took a sip, and sighed slightly: "She said, she will stop you for two months."
Xiao Fengxi shook his hand slightly, and immediately poured a few drops of tea on his body.
"Why?" Xiao Fengyi asked, and he hadn't allowed her to say anything in the past few months, but the only thing she heard now was so heartbreaking.
Gu Qinghong smiled bitterly: "Because of Xiao Fengqing. Xiao Fengqing is going to cut everything and report her revenge. She said that in order to repay such kindness, she only needs to stop you for two months and wait for Xiao Fengqing to return to Beijing."
"Two months, is your Majesty willing to give it?" Gu Qinghong raised his head, looking indifferently at Xiao Fengyi in front of him, and asked.
Xiao Fengxi was silent for a long time without saying a word.
The glory gradually faded in Gu Qinghong's eyes, and he laughed at himself: "Is this impossible?"
"Yes, 100,000 troops, how to persist in two months, grain is a big problem." Xiao Fengxi said lightly: "Qin land is not rich. It can not support for two months."
Gu Qinghong sighed and stood up: "So I can't talk anymore."
In the moonlight, his figure with loneliness and deep helplessness: "Everyone in the world has to do something. Today I betrayed her country for her, you betrayed her for Jiangshan, and she betrayed Xiaofengqing. The world ... "
He turned away and left, his voice came in the wind: "Her Majesty, wait for your King to come to the world that day, you will know what you got and what you lost ..."
"Is it worth it? ..." His last sentence came in the wind, whispering. Xiao Fengyi's sudden flicker in her heart, could not help but hold her heart, yes, is it worth it? Is it really worth it? For the people, for the prosperity of the world, his palms are empty ...