This is the country in exchange for ministers

The wind is cold and the iron armor is cold, and the flag of Ningguo on the tower of Yangcheng is fierce, rustling as it is blown.

Jinyang is the last gate of Ningguo.Captured today's Yangcheng.The rest of the terrain is flat. Once Ningguo loses this place, the soldiers of Lieguo can directly attack Huanglong.

So Shen Pan personally persuaded him to surrender under the city.

Shen Pan's name might scare Ning Guo to death.Fighting from the edge of Qushan Mountain to Jinyang, the general of Lieguo, who marched his army step by step into the hinterland of Ningguo, is now standing under their Ningguo's Jinyang City. He alone makes them want to lose their helmets in the city. Abandon armor.

Shen Pan, the great general of the Lie Kingdom, was a myth they had only heard of.The god who took down their seventeen counties in Kyushu in one go, just stood under their tower, and was about to take this place.

The cold wind was bitter, and the bone-piercing cold made everyone tremble in their hearts.

Shen Pan only looked at one place.That place, that person, whose face is whiter than the best rice paper, just stood on the tower so calmly, with eyes as deep as the sea.

Why did Qiong Ming appear here?He shouldn't be here, this is a battlefield, a bloody, cruel and bloody Asura land.His neck was so thin and white, standing there like a frail little flower, it felt like it would shatter at the slightest touch.

"General Shen is wise and powerful, and he is decisive in killing and attacking. How can we know that Qiong Ming, who has been in love with you for a long time, is Ming Qiong, the fifth prince of Ningguo?" A flicker of madness flashed in the eyes of Yun Manman's Lie Guojun, and the veins in his hands bulged and he put the long knife on Ming Qiong's neck as muscular as snow.

"It's said that a hero is sad to be a beauty, but my fifth emperor brother is a beauty?" The malicious voice echoed above and below the city.

The soldiers in the city were astonished that Shen Pan didn't care, Shen Pan could only see that extremely pale face reflecting the cold light of the long knife and smiling sadly at him.For the first time, Shen Pan felt that the white clothes on that man were so unlucky and an eyesore.The white clothes were too eye-catching, making him a target of public criticism, making him held up by knives and stared at by cold arrows in the open and in the dark.In the blink of an eye, he can be decapitated and lifeless.

"Shen Pan, the thing I, Ming Qiong, regret most in this life is not falling in love with you, but tying myself between my home country and your loyalty and hatred. It's a shame, that home country is someone else's home country." A few days ago Ming Qiong closed his eyes in the dungeon, dying on the cold floor, the face of Canruo Mingxia was equally desolate and pathetic at that moment.

He still let Ming Qiong go at that time, he knew that Ming Qiong's spying on the military was a capital offense, but he still pleaded in front of Feng Lian.

In the cold and damp dungeon, the long sword that was about to stab Ming Qiong's chest turned and cut off his sleeve. "the last time."

He cut off his righteousness by cutting his robe.

He doesn’t like to talk, and Min-joon knows what the last time means.From then on, they were strangers, he went to attack his city, and he went to destroy his country.From then on, he resigned himself to life and death, and their friendship was cut off.

We said goodbye back then, why can't we still lift the hand that draws the bow now?Talking about love and hope, even if he waved his sleeves and cut off his robe, he couldn't break the love in his heart.

This is a sinful fate, and they have suffered greatly from it, but they are happy with it.

"What do you want?" Shen Pan turned his eyes away.Try to ignore the thin person standing in the cold wind, ignore the snowy steel knife on the thin neck. .But he couldn't ignore it.His Qiong Ming is currently being pinched by the neck, standing in front of thousands of troops.To advance is to be smashed to pieces, and to retreat is to be an abyss.

In front of millions of soldiers, he didn't say, "A man should be fearless when he charges into battle." He didn't say, "I'd rather be a centurion." But he roared with his blood. "What do you want?"

It's a joke to cut off the robe to judge righteousness. He can't stop his heart when he cut off the robe.

"Your Majesty." There was a commotion behind him.Feng Lian, who was also wrapped in cold iron armor, spat out blood, and the soldiers were in an uproar.

I'm afraid it's not suitable to attack the city today.Otherwise, why would their leader hesitate before the battle, and their emperor vomit three meters of blood in front of millions of soldiers.Not a good sign.

"Shen Pan. What did you promise me?" Feng Lian looked at the city tower bitterly, calm and unwavering, but her tone was filled with a biting chill.

He promised him that he would never return Loulan until he broke it.

The sun broke through the clouds, and the golden sword split the vast clouds, coating the icy silver bow of the full moon with a layer of dazzling bright colors.He still drew the bow and drew the arrow.

Shen Pan Senran's sharp arrow aimed at Emperor Mingjue of Ning Kingdom who was frantically flashing on the tower and wanted to fight them to the death.

But unexpectedly, he met the pair of quiet eyes next to him.

Those eyes used to be so charming when Cheng Huan was in love, and he kissed them many times to wipe away the tears at the corners of the protruding eyes, leaving only the indulging joy and the pride that took his heart with every movement.

Those eyes smiled at him.As always, looking forward to flying.He was dazzled by that smile again.

He clearly knew that once the arrow was fired, Ming Qiong would definitely die.

Ming Qiong suddenly slapped the steel knife off his neck fiercely, and in an instant, blood poured from his hands.

Ming Jue, who was distracted by the cold arrow that was about to come out, looked back in astonishment, thinking that Ming Qiong was about to escape, so he pushed and shoved Ming Qiong who wanted to escape his control.

That thin and delicate body flew down, like a kite without a string, and fell straight to the gate of the city with a "bang", a gorgeous flower bloomed.

With a bang, the sharp arrow has already turned into an afterimage, and the next moment, it pierces Ming Jue's eyebrows.

"Siege the city." Shen Pan held the bow that was still trembling and neighing, and all the hatred turned into a "siege" burst out of his chest.That voice was full of murderous anger, replacing Shen Pan's screaming "Ming Qiong."

In the winter of the tenth year of Tai'an, Ningguo, Ningguo Jinyang fell, and Mingjue, the emperor of Ningguo, who was personally conquered, died on the upper floor of Ningguo Jinyang City.

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The sun is bright and cold in winter, and the cold wind blows, making people shiver.

Shen Pan in blood armor stepped onto the Jinyang City Tower and stood where Cai Mingqiong stood just now.

Looking straight down, he saw broken limbs and broken legs, saw little beacon smoke, saw crimson blood mixed with black gunpowder smoke, and saw the miserable situation of bloody oars.

But the only thing I can't find is his whiteness.That bright white.That person loves to be pretty, and his favorite is white clothes.

When he was with him, the white robe was in his hands, covering him, covering him.No matter when you look at him, you always have a clear and cold look, but you only leave an inch of graceful softness for him.

He came in with the whiteness at the tip of his heart.The city is broken, the heart is rotten, and the whiteness is gone.

"Burn me, just sprinkle it here." The hoarse voice reached the ears of the people behind.Shen Pan grinned and laughed, but it touched the pain in his heart.In a daze, he saw that the man in white was smiling and waving to him. The face he had stroked, kissed, and seen countless times was smiling like a flower, with eyebrows and eyes bent, biting his pink lips.Joan Ming was waiting for him.

The sun was shining brightly, making the scarlet on the city tower extremely dazzling.A smear of hot blood was splashed on the cyan city bricks, and at the moment the hot blood flew out, a trace of bright and crystal blood mist was released.

Under Shen Pan's blood-stained saber, the last soul to die was himself.

Whoever makes the hero rest in the trap will have a longer time to turn sorrow and sorrow.

Withered orchids and willows will never fail, Mo Yong Chaisang imitates ancient stories.

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Cicadas chirped, dogs barked, and accompanied by the sound of tinkling weapons, Shen Pan stroked his head that was about to explode, and opened his eyes in a daze.

There was some noise outside the door, but it didn't prevent him from tensing up the moment he opened his eyes.He had sacrificed his life for Feng Lian for more than ten years, if he didn't even have this bit of vigilance, he might have died countless times.

But when he opened his eyes and saw the basket hanging from the beam of the room, he was a little surprised.

With turbulent waves in his heart, Shen Pan, who was still calm on the outside, swept around quietly.Sure enough, they got smashed window coffins, hardwood bed boards without quilts, and weapon racks with eighteen kinds of weapons faintly visible outside the door.

If it is something more iconic, the water-blue enamel filigree plum vase with a mouthful missing on the table next to it may be more telling.

Shen Pan was reborn.Reborn when he was 17 years old.

The water-blue plum vase is rare. His third uncle bought it from somewhere and gave it to him when he was 17 years old.The next day, Sun Zirui, who came to him for a fight, punched him open.

He remembered it all his life.

When Sun Zirui's father heard about this, he gave him 3 taels of silver notes without a word! ! !

Shen Pan in the past was not qualified to say, but now he is reborn.

He, Shen Pan, lived his whole life and never had a second 3 taels! ! !bank note.

It's a pity that he pressed the 3 taels under the hard bed he slept on, and he didn't take it when he followed Fenglian to Lieguo.

Um, wait.

Shen Pan stood up abruptly, thinking about it with a squat.However, he grinned in pain from the severe pain on his body that seemed to be beaten from head to toe.

It felt like he was being beaten! ! !

Shen Pan endured the pain, tried his best to sit up, and his memory slowly came back.

17 years old, when he was 17 years old.Grandma is still there, and Zhiwu is still there.He practiced martial arts all day long, struggling with being beaten and beaten hard.

Occasionally, Sun Tzurui came to be abusive and was beaten by him, so that he could also balance his balance.However, such times are not many, and he automatically ignores them.

With a sullen face, Shen Pan sat carelessly on the bare rosewood bed that he had slept on for more than ten years and was about to sleep on for a few more years.Enduring the pain, he dug into the seam under the floor.

Three brand-new bank notes of Xiangfeng Bank were squeezed out by his fingers on the back of the bed.

Shen Pan stared blankly at the three pieces of paper, not knowing where he was for a while.How can I have a dream?In a dream, he saw the passing of the years, experienced the rolling of the red dust, and in a short while, his whole life passed.

No, not for a moment, he and Feng Lian worked hard to find a bloody way, and he and Qiong Ming flirted with each other in the solitude of the world of mortals for a while.He received Fenglian's order to attack the city and conquer the territory, avenge his Shen family's blood, and avenge Fenglian's death.He met Ming Qiong unexpectedly on the tower of Jinyang City, and he felt sorry for him when he saw him fall straight down the tower.

He knew that he vowed to destroy Ningguo.Ming Jue punished him for the revenge of the nine clans of the Shen family, so he had to avenge it.Feng Lian was poisoned by them, and he was almost exhausted, which cannot be counted.

Yes, no?What is right and what is wrong, Ming Qiong certainly didn't think about it when she flew down.

That man is very stubborn.