Chapter 77: Mountain river breaks the wind

The granary of Nanyan State was burnt down, giving the formerly ruthless Northland soldiers a chance to breathe. On the following three days, all the Northland soldiers of the defending city were crying, and seemed to be integrated with the snow.
Three days later, the news of the war spread to the palace.
The minister trembled and whispered: "The emperor, General Xie has sent the military grain to the frontier, but General Li, he...he..."
The minister’s words were not finished. Xiao Yu’an’s chest was suddenly cramped. He was so painful that his brows were almost breathless. He grabbed his heart and heard all the hard work of trying to change the fate of the North. It was also the voice of the North’s death. .
"Emperor, the emperor... General Lee, he..."
Xiao Yuan closed his eyes in exhaustion, and the minister did not need to say that he also knew.
Li Wuding has rebelled.
"General Li, he led the three thousand soldiers, sneaked into the enemy camp, tried to rob the grain, but ... but ... in the enemy's shackles, all, the whole army was destroyed. .....
No, no, no life.

Xiao Yuan blinked violently, stood up and stood up, his breath was short, his lips trembled palely: "You... you said...he..."
One sentence was not finished, Xiao Yuan suddenly violently hemoptysis, blushing blood spit out from his mouth, spilling a place, a little shocking.
Someone is shouting around "Emperor!!!"
Xiao Yuan slammed the mouth of the overflowing blood. He only felt that the tinnitus was blown up, and nothing could be heard. The heart seemed to have a stagnation of the heart, and it was blocked in his body.
How could this be?
Is Li Wuding not a male?
How could he die?
Why didn't you die, why are all killed?
Suddenly, Xiao Yuan swayed the red-sleeved figure. She stood at the window, and the pear blossoms like snow. She turned her head and smiled at Xiao Yu'an. "The emperor."
Xiao Yuan stepped back and looked up again. His eyes were helpless and desperate.
Is it what he changed and what changed? Just like the red sleeves die? Why is this, why, he just wants to protect the North, but why do more people die every time?
The tinnitus blew in Xiao’an’s mind, smirking like a sly smile, laughing at his incompetence, laughing at his shoulder and adding another 3,000 life bonds
After several days of hard work and hard work, Xiao Yu'an couldn't hold it anymore. He was black and fainted.
When Xiao Yuan woke up, he saw Princess Yongning sitting on the bedside, his eyes reddened, and when he woke up, he twitched and asked: "Emperor brother, how do you feel? Are you okay?"
Xiao Yuan reached out and touched her hair: "I am fine, don't worry."
Princess Yongning bowed her eyes and almost rolled back her tears.
"Ninger, do you promise me something good?" Xiao Yuan stood up and stood up.
"Yong Ning promised that as long as the emperor's brother is good, Yongning promises everything." Princess Yongning looked up.
Xiao Yuan smiled and his eyes were warm and watery: "No matter what happens afterwards, you must live, you can't find death, okay?"
Princess Yongning was puzzled, but she nodded seriously.
Xiao Yu'an still has a painful heart: "How is the front line?"
"Return to the emperor." There was a minister at the bedside and quickly reported, "Xie General took over the position of General Li, and has been reorganizing."
Xiao Yuan sighed softly, sitting on the bed, his shoulders collapsed, his lips were light, his eyes were scattered, he seemed to be thinking about it, and he was silent for a long time. He said: "I want to... open the altar."
The sacrifices of the North Kingdom require live sheep and live pigs. After the minister heard it, he quickly said: "We will prepare for the minister."
Xiao Yu'an said: "No, no need to prepare anything, San Muxiang is good, I am not a sacrifice."
The minister took a moment and prepared to go.
At dusk, Xiao Yuan went to the Temple of Heaven outside the Imperial City, regardless of physical discomfort.
In the meantime, the last time he came here, Luohe Qing was still beside him, and it was also the ninety-nine steps, and it was also like a faint crow.
After a few months, it was like a world.
Xiao Yu'an was on the top of the Temple of Heaven, the wind and the snow whistling, the cold and biting, Xiao Yu'an holding the three scent of incense, taking a deep breath, and bowing down.
This worship, then raise his eyes, trembling, tears like a spring, thin snow fell on Xiao Yu'an, but it seems to be able to crush him, hurricane, like the scorn of three thousand angry spirits, those sorrowful voices press Looking at his head, he questioned why he did not care about the Northland security, and he whispered, his voice whimpered and weak: "I have really tried my best, sorry. Sorry..."
- Month, the frost is cold.
Xie Tao returned to the army and resisted for two months, and eventually lost.
Northland is no longer able to return to heaven.
Two days later, tens of thousands of iron riders, soldiers under the city.