The fiefdom increases by 1 soldier in 1 second, and the empress kneels down and begs not to rebel

The setting sun was fading, the sunset was melting gold, and a fish scale the size of a copper coin was hanging on the fishhook.

The whole body is dark yellow and shines like gold.

The two of them stood quietly on the ground, neither of them spoke, and both stared at the fish scales intently.

After a few breaths, Xiao Yiming spoke first:

"It's really not a black carp. It doesn't have scales like this."

"Like a koi carp with a tail."

Prince Qing stepped forward and picked up the golden scale, his eyes full of regret: "It's rare to grow this big and still have such a good appearance."

He raised his eyes and looked at the water again.

The ripples on the water surface have subsided, leaving only the broken flowers and leaves.

"Come fishing again next time, Your Highness." Xiao Yiming said with a smile.

Prince Qing threw the golden scale into the water, and in a moment, the golden scale sank to the bottom of the water.

"I'm not coming." Prince Qing took off his straw hat, shook his head and turned away.

Xiao Yiming immediately followed, but frowned and said, "It can't run away. Maybe I can catch it next time."

Prince Qing put his hands behind his back, still shook his head, and said with a smile:

"If we can't catch it this time, it's not worth the effort to keep it."

"It's not mine."

Xiao Yiming stopped and turned to look at the water.

Prince Qing walked a few steps and saw that he hadn't caught up, so he turned and looked at him: "Why are you standing there? Go back, it's almost dark."

Xiao Yiming turned around, touched his head and smiled.

"What? You still want to get it up?" Prince Qing crossed his arms and laughed.

"Well, I want to try it." Xiao Yiming said.

"But I'm going back, don't you want to follow me?" Prince Qing pursed his lips.

"Let's go, boy!" He turned around, adjusted his straw hat, and walked forward again.

Xiao Yiming turned his head and looked at the water for the last time.

After a moment, he reluctantly withdrew his gaze, turned around and ran towards Prince Qing.

When he caught up to Prince Qing, he said, "Here I am, Your Highness."

Prince Qing said nothing, but just nodded slightly.

Just then——

There was a "pop" sound.

They both turned their heads to look at the water at the same time. The splashing water was gorgeous under the setting sun, and ripples appeared from the inside out on the sparkling water.

Prince Qing pursed his lips:

"See? It must have jumped out of the water."

“But we didn’t even see it.”

He looked at Xiao Yiming and continued:

"It seems that none of us are destined to get this fish."

Xiao Yiming sighed helplessly: "Your Highness is right."

"Something will occur if it belongs to your life, if not, do not push it."

Under the afterglow of the setting sun, the evening breeze blew gently, the intact lotus was still swaying, and the water surface was finally calm. King Qing laughed at what Xiao Yiming said.

So Xiao Yiming also started laughing.

The swaying green and red lotuses, the broken poles left on the shore, Xiao Yiming in his wet black clothes, and Jin Weizun in his brocade robe but covered in mud.

There is also the koi that has never been caught and never seen again.

The fading twilight quickly lost its mottled colors and turned dull.

Then it turned into a grayish-white color, and black as thick as an inkstone finally swept in, spreading across the entire picture and memory.

Jade moves and gold flies, at this time, the wind is clear and the moon is bright, which is suitable for the night.

Xiao Yiming, who was hit by several arrows and covered with wounds, fell to the ground on this fine night and slowly closed his eyes.

With that, he fell into a long sleep.

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Yan Cheng stumbled towards the scarred barbarian general. His brain was buzzing, making it almost impossible for him to hear the voices of his companions.

When he reached the bloody body, he opened his mouth and shouted.

Not hearing any sound, he stretched out his trembling hands and tried to turn the body over. When he finally turned the body over, the horrific scene he saw made Yan Cheng fall to the ground immediately.

The blood and flesh were mixed together randomly, and he couldn't see the face clearly, but the thick and sticky blood told it all.

Bai Hanzi is dead. Last year, his younger brother Bai Miao died in Yanluo Mountain. From then on, the Bai family has no descendants.

The grief made Yan Cheng breathless. He sat on the ground in a daze until he remembered another thing. Then he almost crawled to the side of the Wolf King.

The companion who had followed him for a long time fell to the ground and was no longer moving. One of its eyes was gouged out and its upper and lower jaws were torn apart. Yan Cheng could not imagine that the enemy could do such a thing with a broken knife stuck in his back, but the body of his companion was right in front of him.

Yan Cheng hugged the wolf's body that was slowly turning cold, sobbing silently, and fell into grief, unable to extricate himself.

Until one moment, he suddenly woke up and his eyes turned red.

He stood up suddenly and staggered to the body of Prince Qing.

There was a "crack" sound.

He pulled out the knife hanging from his companion's waist, then sat down on the ground and used his remaining strength to saw at Prince Qing's neck.

The blade dragged against the neck, making a creepy sound, and the barbarians on the side shouted: "General, leave it to us!"

"Your wounds need to be bandaged!"

The voice was anxious and full of worry, but Yan Cheng couldn't hear it, and his mind was still buzzing.

He gritted his teeth and continued to saw hard at the bloody neck. As the sawing continued, tears finally burst out. The tears mixed with the blood on his face, and his face was filled with anger and grief.

Finally, the neck was sawed open. Yan Cheng grabbed the head and leaned back. The barbarian soldiers behind him supported him. He held the head stupidly, but his eyes had lost focus.

"General! General!" the barbarians shouted in his ear.

With each call, the buzzing sound gradually faded away, and Yan Cheng finally woke up slowly.

He lowered his head and looked at the head in his hand, then spoke in a trembling voice:

"Killed...Killed..."

"Our mission...is accomplished." The last word was almost a cry, but none of the barbarians around him would think he was weak because of it.

The battle that took place here was brutal enough to shock anyone.

Although the battle was clearly over, Prince Qing, with the help of his last few warriors, burst out with unimaginable fighting power. Even though he sent out the wolf soldiers, the battle was still so tragic.

Except for Yan Cheng, all the people who chased into the bamboo forest died. The enemy who was killed by the bow and arrow was undoubtedly the culprit.

Now that Prince Qing has been executed, more urgent things need to be done immediately.

"General, his head needs to be sent to Nan Ze! You also need to bandage your wounds immediately and go back to heal." The barbarian soldier reminded.

"Yes... yes... we must take the head away immediately!" Yan Cheng came to his senses and spoke stutteringly.

But looking at the head in his hand, he panicked for a moment. This face had been bitten and punched countless times, and it had long been beaten out of shape and was almost unrecognizable.

Suddenly, he turned his head to look at Bai Hanzi's body, with Prince Qing's sword still stuck in his chest.

He shouted in great sorrow: "Pull out the sword and take it with you to Nanze."

"Don't waste time, go now, I'll go with you."

Yan Cheng staggered to his feet. The barbarians were still collecting the corpses. He looked around in a daze. The shocking scene was too horrifying to look at.

So his eyes wandered unconsciously, but he saw a group of fireflies floating in the forest.

The charming sight of dancing fireflies should perhaps not appear on this cruel and bloody night of fighting.

But spring is over, the grass and trees have lost their green color, and today, the fifth day of May, is the beginning of summer.

The old year has gone, and when the beginning of spring comes, all things are reborn. Now is the beginning of summer.

All things grow.