Rebirth of the Beautiful Repaying Gratitude: Quick Transmigration and Childbirth System

Following Yun Zimo's order, the war drums sounded and the two armies instantly fell into a melee.

The sounds of shouting, weapons clashing, and horses neighing were intertwined together, making the battlefield brutal and tragic.

Yun Zimo was agile and had sharp swordsmanship. Every time he swung his sword, a rebel would fall.

Yun Zimo rode his warhorse and killed his way to Yuwen Shuo.

The two looked at each other and a fierce confrontation broke out instantly.

The swords collided, sparks flew, and Yuwen Shuo's arm became numb.

"You can't kill me!"

Yu Wenshuo panted, with a fierce look in his eyes.

"Yuwen Hao is dead, only I can inherit the throne!"

"Really?" Yun Zimo sneered.

"Which founding emperor didn't overthrow the previous dynasty? Do you think the throne is in your pocket? The winner is the king, and the loser is the enemy. Today, history will be written by me!"

After saying that, Yun Zimo attacked more fiercely, swinging his sword straight at Yuwen Shuo's vital points.

Yuwen Shuo tried to defend himself hastily, but was powerless.

Yun Zimo took advantage of the situation and his long sword, like a dragon, instantly pierced through Yuwen Shuo's shoulder blade.

"what--"

Yuwen Shuo cried out in pain and staggered back, blood staining his battle robe red.

His eyes were filled with horror and disbelief.

"You... you dare to kill the master?"

"Killing the master?" Yun Zimo sneered even more.

"You killed my entire family and harmed my father-in-law. You owe me thirty-three lives. Today, I will stab you thirty-three times and make you pay with blood!"

Yuwen Shuo struggled desperately, like a trapped beast, but to no avail.

The first sword pierced his other shoulder blade, and blood spurted out like a fountain, reflecting Yun Zimo's eyes red.

Yu Wenshuo staggered a few steps, his face instantly turned pale as paper, and the pain almost suffocated him.

The second sword followed closely, aiming directly at the upper part of the heart meridian. Although it was not a fatal blow, it made him feel unprecedented fear and despair.

"what--"

Yu Wen Shuo let out a heart-wrenching scream, and in that voice was the fear of death.

The third sword, the fourth sword... Yun Zimo's movements did not pause at all.

Every sword was precise and accurate, and every sword seemed to be seeking justice for those innocent lives lost.

Yu Wenshuo's body was shaking in severe pain. He tried to struggle and resist.

But all is in vain.

Blood flowed out like a stream, dyeing the ground beneath their feet a deep red.

Finally, when Yun Zimo thrust out the last sword, Yuwen Shuo's eyes had already become blurred, and vitality was rapidly draining from his body.

This sword pierced deeply into his heart, completely ending his sinful career.

Yuwen Shuo's body collapsed to the ground weakly, blood gushed out from the wound, quickly gathering into a pool of blood, soaking his entire body.

The air around seemed to freeze and all sounds disappeared.

Only Yun Zimo's heavy breathing and Yu Wenshuo's gradually weakening breathing were left.

Yun Zimo stared at Yu Wenshuo, his lifeless face, and chuckled coldly.

"Yuwen Shuo, go to hell and repent!"

He slowly drew out his sword, and the blood dripping from the tip of the sword drew a sad and beautiful arc in the air.

He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and then slowly exhaled, as if he wanted to clear out all the hatred and depression that had accumulated in his chest at once.

When he opened his eyes again, his eyes had become unusually bright and firm, showing the relief and tranquility after going through all the hardships.

He jumped on his horse, crossed the battlefield, and rushed back to the camp of the Qianying Guard.

Yun Zimo saw Liu Qianyu standing on a high place at a glance. Her figure cast a long shadow in the sunlight.

At that moment, he could no longer suppress his inner excitement, so he dismounted and ran towards her like a child.

He suddenly picked her up and spun her around excitedly.

"We got revenge! Madam, I did it! Hahaha~"

His voice echoed through the barracks, filled with joy and release.

"Put me down, Zimo. If you keep spinning, I'm going to faint!"

Liu Qianyu begged for mercy with a smile, her laughter was as clear and pleasant as a silver bell.

Yun Zimo then let her go with a feeling of being unsatisfied.

The two hugged each other tightly, surrounded by soldiers and cheers.

At this moment, all the suffering and sacrifice have turned into today's laughter and tears.

* * *

The Qianying Guards, led by Yun Zimo, were ready to set out on the journey back to Beijing.

They had to stop from time to time to clean up sporadic rebellions.

The elite "Qianying Guards" frightened the rebels along the way, forcing them to either be quickly pacified or surrender.

Yun Zimo gave Liu Hetai a few instructions and then rode his horse to the carriage.

He jumped lightly and landed steadily on the pedal at the front of the carriage, lifted the curtain and got in.

Inside the car, Liu Qianyu was leaning on the cushion with a book in her hand. When she saw Yun Zimo come in, she asked.

"it's over?"

"Well, they have surrendered and joined the army, so they are no longer a threat."

Yun Zimo took Liu Qianyu's hand.

"Come on, while the army is resting, I'll take you on horseback to see the scenery."

Yun Zimo hugged Liu Qianyu, and the two rode on the same horse. The horse moved at a brisk pace, passing through the woods and across the streams.

Surrounded by lush trees and gorgeously blooming wild flowers, the air is filled with the faint fragrance of flowers and the freshness of grass.

The mountains are continuous and shrouded in clouds and mist, like an elegant ink painting, which is breathtakingly beautiful.

They are like a couple in a painting, as if they have traveled through time and space and arrived at a paradise far away from the hustle and bustle of the world.

Yun Zimo let the horse stop slowly, then dismounted while holding Liu Qianyu in his arms. The two of them strolled on this pure land that had not been polluted by the world.

When Liu Qianyu saw this picturesque scene, she couldn't help but admire it.

“It’s so beautiful, like a fairyland on earth.”

Yun Zimo smiled and turned to look at her, his eyes full of affection.

“No matter how beautiful the scenery is, it is not as good as you.”

"Grumpy."

Liu Qianyu slapped him hard.

Yun Zimo grabbed her hand, placed it on his lips and kissed it gently.

"I only speak sweet words to my wife."

Yun Zimo held Liu Qianyu's hand, and they both lay on the grass.

The ground is its bed, the sky is its blanket, and it is surrounded by rolling mountains and gurgling streams.

Yun Zimo turned sideways and looked at Liu Qianyu. At this moment, all his worries and sorrows disappeared.

At this moment, he suddenly felt like he had reached paradise, and all the pain in the past seemed like a lifetime ago.

He truly lives, and he truly has his beloved.

He slowly moved closer and touched her lips gently.

Feel cherished.

Transcend life and death.

Can't let go.

Their breaths intertwined.

When it was pulled, a back like a white jade pipa was revealed.

He sniffed the fragrance gently, leaving pious marks on it one by one.

"Ma'am, you know what? When I was sixteen, I wanted to do this when I accidentally saw it in front of the window."

"My body felt as hot as a branding iron at that time, and I kept holding and worshipping her in my dreams."

Yun Zimo saw that Liu Qianyu was dumbfounded, and laughed wantonly and even more unscrupulously.

Even with her eyes closed, Liu Qianyu could imagine herself in such a miserable state at the moment.

The faint sunlight enveloped the body warmly, making people tremble uncontrollably.

The fair and delicate skin glows in the sunlight.

The clear red mark was so ambiguous that it instantly set his eyes on fire.

The rustling sound became louder and louder.

In this boundless universe, his soul seemed to merge with hers.

Fascinated.

Enjoy it as much as you want.

Inseparable.

It was not until dusk that Liu Hetai saw his young master carefully carrying the sleeping young mistress in his arms and riding back to the army camp.

Liu Hetai shook his head and couldn't help sighing.

They don't look like heroes fighting on the battlefield, but clearly a pair of lovers immersed in love, having a picnic in the suburbs.

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I want to change the name of this book.

My powerful children, any suggestions?