Rebirth of Qing Xin Fu Yan

The cold wind hits the iron blade, and the wild sand rolls around the golden armor.The piercing westerly wind howled, sweeping across the boundless yellow sand, the sound of the strong wind could not conceal the panting like a trapped animal, nor could it blow away the strong smell of blood.

A blood-stained hand tightly held a red cherry tree at an angle. The bright red blood slid down the handle, flowing through mottled dark red clots, sinking into the dust from the tip, viscous and desperate.

The body in the armor still looks a little thin, and the straight back is tense at the moment, but it seems that it will break in the next moment.

Behind her, hundreds of young, blood-stained faces faced the besieged enemy army in front of them. They had no fear, but only the tragic death.

The uniform cold blades in front of them were all facing them, refracting the noon sun on Fu Yanqing's face, unable to dispel the slightest chill.Her voice was a little hoarse, and she whispered: "I'm sorry for you, I'm afraid I won't be able to take you out today."

With a low sentence, it seemed to be an understatement, but the originally cold soldiers behind them all turned red-eyed.

The young man in black military uniform pulled out his sword with a clang, and said in a hoarse voice: "Princess, you have never been sorry to us. Today, you couldn't take us out, but we vowed to send the princess away! "

After finishing speaking, he hissed and shouted: "All officers and men obey orders! Formation!"

As soon as the words fell, hundreds of people quickly lined up, and the man rushed towards the enemy first: "Swear to the death to protect the princess to break through!"

The long sword in his hand gave off a cold light, and he slashed straight at the Tuyuhun soldiers in the front row.

In an instant, the encirclement shrunk rapidly, and the sharp spear stabbed towards the scarred army with indomitable momentum.

However, within a few breaths, ordinary soldiers with poor lightness skills rushed to the sharp blade without any gaps, and the spears passed through the body, bursting out thick blood. Before they died, they frantically sent the weapons into the opponent's body.

In the blink of an eye, layers upon layers of corpses were piled up in front of the formation, and the soldiers who were impaled stood upright until they died.The rest of them stepped on the corpses of their companions, broke through the formation, and killed the opponent's cavalry.

This almost crazy style of fighting left the Tuyuhun people, who had always been brave and good at fighting, dumbfounded, and the gun in their hands couldn't help trembling.

Fu Yanqing couldn't stop it, and she couldn't stop it. She let out a clear whistle, filled with endless pain and remorse, like a dragon entering the sea, strangling everything in front of her.

She seemed to be unable to see anything in her eyes, but in the midst of heavy siege, she suddenly turned her eyes on the general Tuyuhun who was sitting on the horse—Mu Liyan, and immediately killed him...

Until dusk and dusk, a swaying sun hangs in the sky in the west, dyeing the yellow sand in the distance red, just like the blood splashed on it, desolate and tragic.

Fu Yanqing looked at the already invisible battlefield from a distance, could no longer hold the gun in his hand, and knelt down heavily, and the five people who could barely see their original appearance behind him knelt down together without saying a word.

Beside them, an army led by a woman in light armor, all looked at them seriously and said nothing.As soldiers, they can understand the pain more than anyone else.

After an unknown amount of time, Fu Yanqing reluctantly stood up, her face covered by blood and dust, without any trace of emotion.Her eyes, which were as clear as glazed glass, also lost their brilliance at the moment, her throat moved, and then she whispered: "Thank you for saving me, Yan Qing's eyesight is dull, I don't know who you are?"

The woman in the lead clasped her fists and replied: "Princess, you are welcome. I am the leader of the left guard of the Yizhou garrison. I came to rescue the princess under the order of Lord Huai'an. Princess, now, the Tuyuhun people are chasing after me, and the court ...'s army is also besieging, I hope the princess will leave quickly!"

Fu Yanqing's eyes flickered slightly, Mr. Huai'an?The Ninth Prince who never said a word and was completely indifferent appeared in his mind.Wei Wei was in a daze for a moment, but Fu Yanqing smiled faintly: "Yanqing thanked Lord Huai'an for his generosity, but the Southwest Palace was overturned and 18 soldiers died. Your Highness is kind."

Seeing the woman's eyebrows furrowed, Fu Yanqing cut off the sleeve of her robe with a knife, and the man in black immediately bent over and half knelt down.She spread a white cloth, cut her finger, and drew on the two-foot-long white cloth with blood.

Finally, she took the white cloth, handed it to the woman, and said softly: "Bring it to your master, she will need it. This is the first gift I gave her, and what I have to do is to give her the second gift." This is a gift, I hope she won't let me down."

The woman took the blood-stained white cloth, glanced at it and opened her eyes wide. This is the anti-cloth map of Jianmen Shu Road!

Just as she was in a daze, Fu Yanqing took the five remaining people and left with injuries all over their bodies, heading east through the night.A cold sentence was left far away: "Tell your Highness, sometimes, the dead are more valuable than the living."

Her soldiers wanted to stop them, but she raised her hand to stop them. After a long time, she whispered: "Let's see them off."

"But the guardian, His Highness ordered that the person must be brought back safely..."

The woman shook her head and sighed deeply: "She has already made up her mind to die, maybe this is the best for her and His Highness."

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In October of the second year of Qianhe, the emperor issued a decree stating that the Southwest Palace had colluded with the enemy and treasoned the country, colluding with Tuyuhun, an unforgivable crime, the little prince Fu Yanxu gave death, and the Yi tribe!

In November of the same year, Princess Changning, who claimed to have subdued the law, appeared in the capital, broke through the siege, received three hundred lashes for cleansing her sins, passed five Zhangxuan iron nails, and struck the imperial dragon bell for the founding of Daxia.Before all the people, he complained for the southwest palace.Every word and sentence, the heart is crying blood, and everyone who hears it is indignant.

When the Empress heard the news and left the palace, Princess Changning knelt down to welcome her, and committed suicide in front of the royal driver.Before he died, he mourned: "18 Southwest Army died at the hands of His Majesty, and tens of thousands of people in the western region were tired of His Majesty's heart. Your Majesty, how can you bear it!"

The common people of Great Xia, who received much favor from the Southwest Prince's Mansion, had a lot of discussions and turmoil among the people.Rumors resurfaced in a few days that the death of the first emperor was not due to illness, but the result of the treason of His Majesty today.So far, the incident has made waves again.In order to quell the rumors, officials from all over the country ordered the arrest of people who made false remarks, and those who talked about the Southwest Palace were all imprisoned, and countless innocent people died in vain.

In December, Meng Weiting, the commander of the guard army, led an uprising, and several states and counties responded one after another. They supported the Ninth Highness, Lord Huai'an, to punish the faint king, and eliminate the ministers!

In January of the following year, Emperor Qian abdicated, and His Ninth Highness Huai'an Lord rejected the throne. He made Zhao Xun, the eldest grandson of the former emperor, as emperor, sent troops to Tuyuhun, and changed the reign name to Ningtai.

In February of the second year of Ningtai, the emperor of Huai'an died. He was only 24 years old. The emperor was very sad, and he was named Nanxian King and buried in the imperial mausoleum.