Born short-lived

Crowds of ghost spirits swarmed onto the ship like ants who had seen honey, almost covering the forward ship's side, and the whole ship was dragged and swayed from side to side.

The situation of the main ship was not much better, the sound of the spirit ghost's limbs hitting the side wall of the ship was all around. The sound was like hammering a steel plate with a wooden hammer. When he got to the ship's side, he was shot down by the soldiers guarding the ship's strings, and fell into the water with a plop.

Although they can still barely control it now, they don't know how many there are under the water.

Yinfeng shot three more arrows and knocked down the three that were hanging on the strings of the boat. He couldn't take it anymore, and turned his head and shouted to Zhou Zirong: "It's not the way to go on like this!"

The Daling in the distance was still approaching. At this moment, even the main ship was pinned down. Once they entered the range of the Daling's artillery, they might not even be able to fight back.

Zhou Zirong glanced at the stern of the boat, and said casually, "Carry it for a while."

Yinfeng wanted to go crazy, thinking that Zhou Zirong was not clear-headed, so he was so anxious that he howled loudly, "The Daling Man is less than ten miles away from us!"

The range of Da Ling's artillery is three miles, if they are still suppressed and beaten by the spirit ghost within half an hour, they will probably be bombarded by Da Ling and the whole army will sink to the bottom of the sea in anger.

And Zhou Zirong still said: "Carry it."

On the left side of the boat string, a spirit ghost stepped on the railing and jumped up, bringing a large string of water splashes on the face of the moon beside the boat string, the salty water droplets hit her eyes directly, making her almost unable to open her eyes. All I could smell was a stream of scalding hot air blowing towards my face with a foul smell.

"Nongyue!" There were three spirit ghosts in front of Yinfeng, seven or eight steps away from Nongyue, and there was no time to react.

Nongyue could only instinctively lift the Nongyue crossbow in her hand towards the approximate position, only to feel a hot wind blowing over her head, followed by a piece of warm liquid splashing on her face.

She opened her eyes and found that her body was splattered with the blood of the black spirit ghost, with a disgusting stench, and the spirit ghost that was about to bite off her head had already been beheaded. The deformed head Rolling around on the shaking deck, the headless body is still twitching.

"Are you okay?"

Nongyue looked back and saw that Zhou Zirong was standing behind her, the long knife in his hand was still dripping with black blood, and it was steaming.

"It's okay..." Nong Yue didn't come back to her senses. Although it was just a gust of blade wind that passed away in a flash, the spiritual power contained in it made her feel inexplicably familiar.

Zhou Zirong handed her a handkerchief: "It's fine, just be careful."

"Thank you." Nongyue took the veil and wiped the plasma from her face, and when she looked up again, Zhou Zirong had already walked away.

Before Nongyue could figure out what was the difference in that spiritual power, Yinfeng shouted from behind: "Are you alright?!"

Nong Yue shivered in shock, and her sanity was forcibly pulled back: "Ah...it's okay, it's okay."

Zhou Zirong walked back to the original position, the hand holding the knife was still trembling slightly, and he couldn't restrain it at all. He tried to press his wrist with his left hand to stabilize his arm, but it was in vain. The meridians almost spread to the entire arm.

He calmly wiped the black blood from the knife on the fabric of his clothes, and then retracted it into the sheath, trying not to let others see his strangeness.

"General!" The messenger Shi Potian roared in shock, and Zhou Zirong was stunned by the shout.

"what happened?"

The white crystal psychic sword in the messenger's hand was covered with black blood, his face was pale, and his forehead was covered with cold sweat: "It's less than five miles away."

"Well," Zhou Zirong said, "Send a signal."

Two days ago, Moon Cold Palace was on the stage.

Moon Cold Palace is not much deserted than usual, and the number of servants in the palace has not decreased but increased, but the gate of the palace has always been closed, and there are two teams of silver-armored guards at the gate, three shifts a day.

Ever since the princess married into the Prince Consort's Mansion, she seldom returned to Moon Cold Palace. This time, she tidied up inside and out, pruned the branches and leaves, wiped the corridors, and now she still feels a bit brand new.

The princess only wore a thin coat, and sat alone beside the paulownia qin on the Liushang Terrace. He plucked the strings again and again, and played a few out-of-tuned tones.

It's already past lunch time, and the food on the table is cold and I haven't touched a bite.

The servant in the palace outside the Liushang Terrace lowered her head, as if she was muttering something in a low voice, she couldn't see clearly, her hearing was better than ordinary people, and she could vaguely hear some words about Jiang's family.

In the early morning of this day, the patrol battalion captured the last few escaped Jiang family members. The entire Jiang family was imprisoned, and Jiang Kun was thrown into the Black Water Prison... together with the son-in-law.

At this time, a shrill voice came from outside the palace gate: "The emperor has arrived——"

All the people in the Moon Palace hurriedly knelt down and prostrated themselves on the ground—except for the princess, she seemed to have never heard anything, and she was still sitting motionless in front of the paulownia qin.

It took a long time after the sound sounded before the door of Yuehan Palace was slowly pushed open. Dong Sheng stepped in from the door lightly, gestured to the entourage behind him, telling them not to follow, and turned his head to the ground again. The servant who knelt down said: "Let's all get flat."

"Thank you, Your Majesty—"

The late emperor had just mourned, Dong Sheng was still wearing plain white sackcloth, wrapped in a warm white cloak, and did not wear a crown, only a simple white jade crown.He raised his head and saw the figures in the drinking cupboards outside the corridors on the pond at a glance. The wind in this solar term was not warm enough, and the bead curtains were fluttering, revealing the extremely thin figure behind him.

He didn't make a sound, and slowly walked around the corridor of the white marble in Chishang, until he stopped at the bottom of the short steps of Liushang Terrace, and asked, "Sister, can I come in?"

Only then did Dong Li say in an ethereal voice: "Your Majesty, please go ahead."

Dong Sheng opened the curtain, and saw that Dong Li was kneeling on the soft mat with eyes blank, wearing a thin moon-white brocade cloak, her hair was loose, her face was so thin that she was almost fleshless, and she was haggard. Out of shape.

Dong Sheng glanced down at her slightly protruding belly, fell silent for a moment, walked around behind her, took off his cloak and covered her back, squatted in front of her and helped her tighten the fur edge of the cloak, and tied it again. A knot that was neither loose nor tight - Dong Li still remained motionless, allowing him to toss.

Dong Sheng sighed, walked across to her and sat down cross-legged, and while helping her light the incense in the copper stove, he said: "It's only February, and you can catch cold if you wear so little, you girls can't stand the wind when you're pregnant. "

The fragrance slowly dissipated, and Dong Sheng saw that Dong Li was still silent, his face seemed to be frozen by the wind, and he didn't even move his expression. Dong Sheng had no choice but to add another sentence: "Cold is not good for children. Alright, don't eat the food if it's cold, I'll ask the Imperial Dining Room to make some hot food later."

Hearing this, Dong Li slowly withdrew his hand on the piano and pulled the side of the cloak to cover his lower abdomen: "Thank you, Your Majesty."

"I heard that you haven't eaten during this time, so I came to see you," Dong Sheng said, looking at her with a complicated expression, "You don't have to worry, after the enthronement ceremony, you will be the eldest princess... How about Feng Changning? In the future, you will be Princess Changning, and neither you nor the child in your womb will be implicated in this matter... He is also my nephew."

Dong Li also said tremblingly: "Thank you, Your Majesty."

Although she didn't say anything, she was like a bright mirror in her heart. Now that she had been charged with treason, if it wasn't for her cowardly nature, Dong Sheng would never have spared her life.

After all, when Jiang Kun said that he would not stop doing one thing, and would kill the king and seize the throne, she did not stop her.

She was born half-blind, and she was extremely cowardly. No matter how smart she was, the Empress never expected much from her—so she envied Dong Sheng. Even she grew up listening to the legendary stories of her imperial brother. She knew very well that no matter how difficult the empress made things difficult for Dong Sheng, she would still take them seriously.

But she is different, usually the queen doesn't care about her, but one day she suddenly married her to the Nie family -- why, she still has to pay the price of her life for this to keep Dong Sheng in check.

While stroking her stomach, she smiled desolately and said, "I never thought that Your Majesty...can still miss my younger sister now."

Dong Sheng knew what she meant. He looked at her cloudy white eyes that were very beautifully shaped like his own. He couldn't tell what it was like for a while, so he said: "You don't have to think too much on weekdays. You don't want to talk about it outside. No matter how troublesome you are, you won't be able to make a fuss about your cold moon palace, and once the dust settles, I will let you out of the palace... No matter what, you are still my younger sister, and the child in your belly is bleeding from the master's blood."

Dong Li stared blankly at the blurry figure in front of him, his voice was gentle as if he was treating a piece of fragile porcelain, as if he was afraid that the louder the voice would shatter the porcelain.Although she couldn't see Dong Sheng's facial features clearly, she had always heard people say that Dong Sheng had a very good appearance and was graceful in her gestures, so she couldn't help but think about the one who seemed to be behind a layer of white gauze. What does a person who always appears in various legends look like.

She thought, I really want to take a good look at it.

Even if the existence of this person hurt her miserably.

"Your Majesty still remembers," Dong Li said with a smile, "It was around this time last year, when His Majesty promised to have a spring outing with my younger sister, but he still broke his promise..."

Dong Sheng was taken aback for a while, and it took him a long time to realize what she was referring to, and smiled dryly: "That time... There were some things that happened to me that time, if you still think about it, I will find a chance to make it up to you in the future."

At that time, he was indeed exhausted physically and mentally, and had no time to take care of these trivial matters, but he didn't want to think about the "trivial matters" in his eyes, Dong Li still remembered them to this day.

Dong Li pondered for a long time, then said in a rough voice: "Your Majesty, my sister has something to ask..."

Dong Sheng immediately said, "Say it."

"Chenmei's uncle... what will happen?"

Dong Sheng paused, but still told her truthfully: "According to Hua Xu's law, it should be executed."

Dong Li's eye sockets turned red all of a sudden, she almost lost her expression, and her face slowly twisted: "... must... must be cut?"

Dong Sheng didn't speak.

Dong Li's tears rolled out of his eyes, pattering down on the Tongmuqin: "Then... what about my sister's husband?"

Dong Sheng closed his eyes: "Beheaded."

Dong Li choked with sobs, hung his head for a long time and couldn't say a word, tears kept falling like small beads with a broken thread.

Dong Sheng was a little at a loss by her appearance, frowning, he took out a silk handkerchief from his bosom and stretched it out in front of her: "However, according to the previous agreement between me and Lord Jiang, I will not hurt the lives of the rest of the Jiang family." , and there is no need for facial tattoos... The Nie family will continue to guard the western border."

Dong Sheng didn't say it clearly, but no one in the palace knew that if you don't kill, you don't kill, but men are exiled to the army, and women are admitted to music, which is better than copying and beheading all the families.

"Your Majesty..." Dong Li sobbed, his shoulders trembling uncontrollably, tears streaming down his face, "Sister Chen's children... it's too late to even take a look at them..."

Dong Sheng was speechless.

Dong Li knew that Dong Sheng's actions were extremely tolerant. The last time Hua Xu committed a rebellion in the palace, she beheaded more than 1 people because of her involvement-but she still couldn't help crying, and stopped crying at all. I can't help it, as if I want to cry out all the suffering in this life.

She has been alive for a hundred years, but this has just begun, and she has suffered all the hardships she should have and should not have. I am afraid that there will be only bitter wind and bitter rain left in the long road ahead.

"...If you need something, you can tell the palace servants." Dong Sheng didn't want to argue with her, so he could only comfort her, "I won't treat you badly."

Dong Li cried and shook his head, laughed miserably, stood up staggeringly, stepped back a few steps in a daze, and didn't know where to look: "Your Majesty... Sister Chen really envies Your Majesty..."

Dong Sheng looked at her, not knowing what to say.

A gust of cool wind blew outside the Liushang Terrace, stirring the bead curtain behind Dong Li.

Lingling made a sound.

"Your Majesty... My sister is really envious..."

Dong Sheng suddenly felt that something was wrong.

It's a pity that he was one step too late, Dong Li leaned back, smashed open the bead curtain, and fell straight into the icy water of the pool.