Su Mozhan Cold City

Song Qingtizi was dealing with the Huns who came from the side, and he had to drive the horses. When he noticed the movement behind him and turned around, Shen Yu had disappeared, only some traces on the edge of the cliff.

No... not me!

The princess hurriedly explained: "He fell by himself! Just now a Hun rushed over and pulled him down! He didn't hold on to it himself...don't blame me!"

Song Qing didn't even believe what the princess said. Although he was anxious and angry, he couldn't question the princess and wanted to jump off the carriage to find Shen Yu.

"Where are you going?!" The princess immediately grabbed him. "Let go!" Song Qing shouted angrily.

"No! You can't go! Who will protect me when you go? I am a princess or he is more important?! Hurry up and go! He... I just saw him fall off the cliff, even if you look for it, you can't find it now arrive!"

Song Qing gritted his teeth, the cliff was covered with wind and snow, even if he abandoned the princess now, there was no way to find her.

"Hurry up! The Huns are about to catch up! Do you want me to be buried with that dead man too?!"

……

After all, the Huns lacked generals, and they were a mess, while the guards of Dajing had well-founded advances and retreats, commanded meticulously, and the king of Zhenbei had one enemy against a hundred. No matter how fierce the Huns were, they lost more than half of them slowly, and they were not so stupid as the entire army. To the extent of the collapse, I don't know who will be handed over with the sound of failure today.

Dajing also paid the price of dozens of Jingwei.

The king of Zhenbei did not have money to attack the poor and ordered people to clean up the battlefield. He and Emperor Ye went to chase the carriage.

"Where's Shen Yu?"

King Zhenbei jumped off his horse, only seeing the injured Song Qing and the intact princess next to the carriage.

"This subordinate has neglected his duty." Song Qing bowed his head and knelt down.

"What is dereliction of duty? My king told you to look down on anyone?

King Zhenbei's expression was colder than this icy world, he exuded hostility, especially his clothes were stained blood red, like a bloodthirsty Rakshasa.

''My lord...''

The concubine threw herself on the king of Zhenbei with a delicate voice, holding him and crying so much.

"Scared me to death... I was almost killed by the Huns, and I thought I would never see the prince again... I can't blame Song Qing. He protects me and Concubine Yin by himself, and also drives the horse. I really can't take care of it. Song Qing was killed by those The Huns restrained her, and Concubine Yin was dragged down by the Huns..."

Halfway through the concubine's speech, an iron hand strangled her neck, and King Zhenbei's eyes seemed to freeze into ice.

"He was pulled down by the Huns, where is his body? Hmm

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The concubine's throat was hoarse and she couldn't breathe, her face was red and her eyes were bloodshot. Just when she thought she would be killed by the king of Zhenbei, the hands on her neck relaxed slightly, and the concubine breathed in the air quickly.

"He was in the carriage, how could he be caught by the Huns?!

"I don't know, I really don't know—at that time, Song Qing couldn't take care of himself, how could I distract him? He seemed to have fallen off a cliff, and I wanted to save him, but I couldn't help it—"

Emperor Ye said: "Xuan Xiao, it's useless for you to vent your anger on Dai Rou at this time, it's better to find him quickly, maybe Shen Yu is not dead...

The king of Zhenbei recruited the princess to the side, looking for traces on the edge of the cliff, but the footsteps on the edge of the cliff were messy, and it was snowing heavily at this time, and some marks had been covered, making it even more difficult to find.

Even if Shen Yuhai is still alive when he descends the cliff, how long can he survive in this cold and snowy place?