Chapter 588: Final battle

The cold wind blew across the city wall, crying like ghosts and embarrassed, Xiao Fengqing stood on the city wall, watching the thin sun that was gradually turning over, and narrowed her eyes narrowly, her eyes were tired after the war. Another day of blood passed. Xiao Fengsong finally arrived, and 80,000 troops blocked Zhou Ling in front of Qi Jing. Today has been fighting for a day.
Once Zhou Ling fell, his Xiao Fengqing was completely defeated.
"The newspaper--" The soldier rushed forward, handing in a heavy piece of yellow stuff.
"What is this ?!" Xiao Fengqing's eyes narrowed, staring coldly at the soldier's hand.
"This ... this is something that someone handed down from the city, saying ... it was from the emperor to your highness ..."
Xiao Fengqing smiled coldly, pulled out the sword around him, and picked out the bright yellow package. Sure enough, there is a decree in it. He picked it up and looked at it in ten lines. For a long time, he closed the imperial edict, a cold smile on his thin lips, and he kept silent for a long time.
Under the city wall, the day-to-day battle left a wreckage with broken limbs. The smoke of black smoke pervaded this week before the ridge. The waves were like thick clouds, which almost covered the sun. . The imperial dragon pattern in his hand burns the palm like pig iron.
It turned out that he and he had long been speechless.
This imperial edict was his last room for him to leave the city and surrender.
There is no other way out.
Is it the last battle, or just give up?
Xiao Fengqing held the imperial edict in his hand tightly, and for a long time, he said coldly: "Pass the order of the king, after the night-offensive attack!"
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"Ah-" Nie Wushuang woke violently in the dark night. There is no moon tonight, the whole Changning Hall is dark. She covered her heart, remembering the blood in her dream, and couldn't help trembling. Changning's cradle was next to the couch, and she got out of bed and gently lifted him. In the dim light, Chang Ning's sleeping face fell into her eyes, which gradually calmed down her nightmare panic.
She hugs Changning, humming her nursery rhyme in her mouth, and walking slowly around the temple. She can't sleep well in the long night, only then can she settle down. Chang Ning turned his head and hummed a few times, sleeping soundly in his mother's arms. Nie Wushuang looked at him and couldn't help laughing.
At this moment, someone was talking outside the hall. Then, the door of the hall was banged. Nie Wushuang's heart was so tight that he quickly put down Changning and asked, "What is the matter?"
The maid opened the door quickly, and Yang ran in panting, "No, mother, the battle on Zhou Ling's side ... the battle ... not so good."
Nie Wushuang's heart was so tight that he couldn't help holding his sleeves and asked, "What the is going on?"
Yang Zhi glanced at the tense waitresses and quickly helped Nie Wushuang to enter the inner palace. Then he whispered: "The emperor sent someone to surrender to His Royal Highness Rui. His Royal Highness did not agree and launched an attack overnight. Zhou Ling was decisive ... "
Nie Wushuang took a sip of air-conditioner and fell to the chair: "Really ... decisively?"
Yang Zhi's eyes were anxious: "This is not the worst. Before the decisive battle, I don't know who made rumors in the army, saying that the emperor treats others with kindness, as long as he is willing to surrender and surrender, he will never blame it."
Nie Wushuang held his breath, squeezed his long sleeve tightly, and asked, "What happened?"
Yang Zhi glanced in the eyes: "As a result, His Royal Highness first had a horse-riding camp with 3,000 people who had fallen to the emperor during the melee, and then there were countless surrenders ..."
Yang Zhi looked at Nie Wushuang, and slowly knelt down: "Mother, look at slaves, His Royal Highness Rui is really going to lose ..."
Nie Wushuang's heart was as cold as frost and snow outside the hall. She murmured: "I knew this, I knew ... this would be the result ..." Xiao Fengzheng Shi Renzheng, dear to the people, and openly talked and listened. The entire Yinguo state has completely belonged to him since the removal of the Queen Mother. Xiao Fengqing's rebellious division was unnamed. Coupled with the labor division expedition, many people in China should think of returning home and do not want to fight ...
"Niangniang ... what to do?" Yang Zhi shook her long sleeves and called her back from the swim.
Nie Wushuang turned back and looked at Changning who was sleeping on the bed, smiling slightly: "Nothing to do, it's here. Nowhere."
"Niangniang!" Yang Zhi could not help raising his voice.
Nie Wushuang hugged Changning, who was asleep, in his arms, and slowly walked around the temple: "Retreat. It should always come. I won't go."
"Mother! ..." Yang saw her face calm, knowing that she had decided, so she had no choice but to retreat.
The inner hall was quiet again, and Nie Wushuang held Changning and looked at the dark night with a long sigh. She gently kissed Changning's milky face, and whispered, "Changning, you will soon see your father. But ..."
A drop of tears rolled down, all good and bad, and soon the results came. Her heart was empty and filled with memories of what seemed to be hollowed out all of a sudden. The cold wind blew from which window window, and she tightened Changning, as if holding her last warmth in this life ...
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Without sleep all night, the news of the defeat of Rui Wang Xiao Fengqing spread throughout Qi Jing in the early morning, and the maids in the Changning Hall fled out of the palace. Yang Zhi looked at the mess in the temple, and there was sadness that could not be hidden under his eyes.
Nie Wushuang was neatly dressed, holding Changning who was fed with milk, looked at the sky, and smiled: "It's fine today. Let's go out with this palace."
"Niangniang ..." Yang Zhi kept talking. But she helped her out of Changning Hall slowly.
Qi Guo's palace is a little more sophisticated than Ying Guo. Despite the calamity, it can still be seen that Qi Guo was prosperous.
Nie Wushuang stepped on the wooden puppet and walked on the empty palace road. Yang Zhi asked, "Where is the mother going?"
"Go to Suzakumen." Nie Wushuang hugged Changning, looking calm and calm: "No matter whether he wins or loses, he will come back to see me."
Ask for monthly tickets in the last few days, everybody.
It's even late today, sorry. I slept for a day during the day because I came to my aunt today ...