That big Han was covered in blood, looking extremely frightening, but still fierce and powerful. His blood-red eyes glared at people with hatred, while Chen 'Lu' walked calmly to his side without fear.
The strong wind blew her sleeves and fluttered them, between her eyebrows, there was a kind of sternness that transcended the mundane.
Early summer on the mountain slope. A piece of golden light, dense and lush green pasture, swaying in the wind, she wore a white dress, in this bloody killing, like a heavenly being.
"Are you from the Chelle tribe?"
He was shocked by the unique tone of her voice, and with great effort he lifted his head, but was immediately captivated by the icy beauty in front of him, and for a moment he felt dizzy and almost fell to the ground.
"Who...are you?"
Chen 'Lu' didn't answer, but pointed behind him at the dark black dragon flag.
"So it was originally the running dog of the heavenly dynasty emperor..."
The big Han snorted disdainfully, spitting out a mouthful of bloody saliva. His entire body had over ten wounds, with fresh blood flowing freely, his skin torn open, looking like a malevolent Asura demon.
Yuan Qi also walked up to him, listening to these words, and didn't get angry, but coldly said: "You're just our prisoner, making a defeated dog bark like this, don't you feel ashamed?"
That man let out a "hiss" and finally couldn't hold on, leaning against the stiff war horse beside him, laughing wryly but still with an air of grandeur: "If it weren't for Hu Lu's betrayal, would you Southern Barbarians dare to make my 5,000 sons die here?!"
He burst out laughing, with a heroic air yet a hint of despair. Two streaks of blood flowed from his eyes, but it was pain beyond tears. A proud and unyielding man, with an aura of heroism, yet already on the path to heroic demise.
Chen 'Lu' carefully examined the iron arrow feathers in his hand and solemnly asked, "Are you the Zhebie warrior of this generation of the Chiler tribe?"
Zhebie in Mongolian (computer station//. updated the fastest). It means "Divine Archer", and Chuluut Khan was originally skilled at riding and shooting, only one in a thousand brave warriors had the qualification to undertake this title.
That big Han's face had a look of surprise, but still shook his head in pain and said: "I no longer have this qualification... The 5,000 ' elite' troops in the clan have been killed or wounded... The plan of that thief Ignis is about to succeed..."
He spoke with a pained tone, facing the sky and letting out a low roar: "Long Life Heaven... open your eyes and take a look!"
A blood arrow shot out from his throat, and he fell down with a thud.
Morning "Revelation" bowed down. He took out the Xuan Tie Great Bow from his palm and sighed deeply, saying: "The Red Iron Bow of the Chi Le Department, once made all the tribes tremble with fear..."
The sunset finally fell from the west, and the golden afterglow also gradually disappeared.
The soldiers swept the battlefield, separating the enemy and our sides, burying them all, setting up wooden markers, waiting for their return to make further arrangements.
Morning dew on her back, carrying a long bow. As she mounts the horse, in that instant, it's unclear whether it's the sunset's colorful dye or her own misperception. Yuan Qi catches a glimpse of her eyes, which are full of clear and elegant sorrow.
Beyond the Great Wall, it is just the refreshing summer breeze, but in the capital city, there is already a hint of sweltering heat.
The king strolled along the edge of the lotus pond, quietly gazing at the lotus flowers under the moonlight. He felt that the lotus flowers were like banished immortals, standing tall and proud outside the jade pavilion, and even more so, they seemed lofty and elegant, not to be trifled with.
He took a deep breath of the fragrance of lotus leaves, and the croaking of frogs by his ears was even more serene. The moonlight rippled gently on the water, with a hint of fragmentation.
This scene was like a fairy mirror, but it couldn't alleviate his heart's annoyance at all.
Unexpectedly, he thought of his conversation with the empress during the day...
It was just after noon, and the King of Jing was playing chess with several guests in the mansion when an imperial edict from the Empress Dowager arrived, summoning him to appear before her immediately.
What's going on?
The emperor quietly entered through the heavy palace gates and finally arrived at Cining Palace.
The Empress Dowager held a small object in her hand, but it was not the usual Suzhou-Hangzhou painting fan she carried, rather a visiting card.
She saw Jing Wang, but didn't say a word, and simply threw that folded paper in front of him.
The emperor took it over, glanced at a few lines, and smiled leisurely: "These officials are really trivial, even these things are reported to the top, tomorrow, even if the palace uses several candlesticks, they have to be reported in writing..."
The empress dowager did not respond, but instead supported her chin with her hand and said coldly: "You take a closer look!"
The king looked at the two lines carefully, and his expression changed suddenly. Cold sweat almost slid down his back.
The empress dowager looked at him without any unusual expression, but in her heart she was secretly wondering - could it be that she had misjudged him?
Jing Wang raised his head again, already with a face full of anger, his eyes gleaming like electricity: "Is the Empress Dowager suspicious? Is this something I did?"
The Empress Dowager said lightly: "A few days ago, the people from your family's 'door', visited the Ministry of War and the Ministry of Revenue, really lively and bustling!"
The King listened quietly, and couldn't help but burst out laughing: "Empress Dowager, you've really misunderstood me. This is a matter of defending against foreign scholars, even if I had the biggest audacity, I wouldn't dare have any evil intentions... However,"
His smile, under the scorching gaze of the afternoon sun, seemed eerie and mysterious: "Those military supplies, whether food or equipment, are all transported from the capital to the north thousands of miles away. If there's any delay, it can only be blamed on heaven playing tricks on people..."
The empress dowager was shocked by his implicit meaning and immediately flew into a rage----
"The Emperor is fighting at the front line, and you're actually setting obstacles..."
"Empress Dowager, calm your anger..."
The King stepped forward, carefully supporting the Empress Dowager: "I would never take my brother's life... I just hope he learns from this defeat and stops exhausting our military, allowing us to focus on recovery and growth instead!"
The empress dowager smiled slightly, but her heart was icy. The King of Jing had made his move on the military supplies; even if he didn't let the emperor die in the northern border, he would still make him suffer a crushing defeat and return in shame, from then on, the sacred brilliance would be lost.
She gently pushed away Jing Wang's powerful arm and smiled: "Poor thing... you're still a child!"
Facing Jing Wang's stunned gaze, she said: "You also take a look, who is behind this memorial, planning and instructing?"
Her voice was as gentle and soft as ever, but Jing Wang only felt a thunderbolt from the top of his head - he had already defended against one move. Now, all your actions are probably already written in a letter by some people and are being sent to Beijiang on their way!
The moonlight is shaken under the wind, swaying and broken. Jing Wang wakes up from his meditation, only to feel a sense of depression and anger in his heart, as if he cannot help but vent it out.
Just you wait and see...
The moonlight shone on his face, and under a veil of vagueness, it seemed as if countless 'yin' energies were deeply suppressed beneath the earth, even the clear pond's lotus fragrance was momentarily dimmed.
The bright moon is hidden in the clouds, the earth is a vast expanse of darkness, night has already deepened.
