Chapter 1362: The wife wants to be widowed every day (47)

But now, the poison on Yan Jun's body has been resolved. This is equivalent to the shackles that bind the beast has been opened, and the fangs of the beast will be aimed at the enemy, staring at it, and will bite the enemy's neck when it finds the opportunity.
Only three months later.
The war between Beiliang and Nanchu broke out.
Emperor Yan said lightly "siege the city" to show his position. Between his lover and the country, he chose this beautiful river and mountain.
The obsession is deep.
...
On a high mountain sheltering the world, inside a bamboo house.
The white-haired old man sitting on the futon slowly opened his eyes, he stretched out his fingers and pinched, his brows gradually frowned. After a long time, the old man slowly exhaled a suffocating breath.
"Jun'er is still here."
"It's hard to violate God's will, maybe, this is his fate..."
The old man's white hair draped over his shoulders, and he was a little worried.
I just hope that Jun'er will not regret his current choice in the future.

The Yan army was like a broken bamboo, and the Southern Chu army was retreating steadily and could not resist.
Yan Jun is brave, Chu Jun is not good at fighting.
Soon, Nan Chu faced the scene of Yan Jun soldiers approaching the city.
The atmosphere above the Southern Chu Dynasty Hall became tense day by day and dignified. The daily intrigue was put away at this moment, leaving only the unanimous determination to the outside world.
Emperor Chu glanced at all the officials in the hall, and asked in a deep voice: "All Aiqing..."
Before he could finish his words, he saw a soldier covered in blood breaking into the Golden Luang Temple. When he saw Emperor Chu, he fell to the ground with a thud and choked, "Your Majesty, General Zhong, General Zhong... Killed in battle."
Emperor Chu almost couldn't sit still and almost fell off the dragon chair. Fortunately, he quickly supported the armrest of the dragon chair with his eyesight and hands.
"what?"
General Zhong was killed, so now, who else in his South Chu can lead soldiers?
Despair flashed in Chu Di's eyes, as if he was more than ten years old for an instant, he waved his hand to signal the soldiers to retreat.
For a while, there was actually no sound in the Jinluan Temple.
At this moment.
A cold and sweet female voice sounded, with a husky tone, but extremely firm.
"See Your Majesty, the ministers request orders, lead troops to defend against the enemy, and protect our South Chu hundred years of glory."
Everyone looked at the source of the sound.
Visible to the eye.
A woman in a dark red official uniform knelt on one knee, her phoenix eyes burning, her back straight, like a pine and cypress.
Emperor Chu frowned subconsciously: "How can this work? You are a daughter, how can you go to a place like the battlefield?"
Fu Yue nodded firmly towards Emperor Chu, her eyes were like glass beads shining brightly, staring at Emperor Chu unblinkingly.
The woman slowly said, "Daughter, please fight."
Emperor Chu still disagrees very much, but his attitude has softened a bit, "This..."
Fu Yue comforted him: "Is the father not believing in the abilities of his daughter?"
Emperor Chu: "Not really."
Fu Yue smiled: "Then let me lead the troops and retake my Nanchu city."
In the end, Emperor Chu compromised and went on with the imperial edict. The princess Chu Yunke is the head coach and holds the highest authority.
...
Watchtower.
In front of him is an endless wasteland, far away, hundreds of thousands of soldiers are lined up with anger.
The almost stagnant air between the heavens and the earth, this kind of golden iron horse overwhelming the sky but silent to a depressing scene.
Clouds billowed above the sky, gusts of wind blew, and the flags in the army array were hunting in the wind, and the cavalry on horseback stood erect, like a sword forest, standing proudly between the sky and the earth.
Fu Yue tied her hair high up, and her two long eyebrows flew diagonally into her temples. At this time, the already cold facial features were even more aggressive and distinct. She tied a high ponytail and tied it with a red hairband, which was waving in the wind.
She raised the long sword.
The voice was cold and flat: "Kill."