After the scum of the enemy prince, I got pregnant

The din of swords and swords is hidden behind layers of palaces, and the further you go to the periphery, the more frightening the sound that enters your ears.

Until the blood trickled out along a corridor, the dazzling bright red was faded by the night, but it reflected a strange dark color under the cold moonlight.The fishy smell had already filled his breath, Fu Nanyin lowered his head, let the soles of his shoes bleed, and there was a little hesitation in his steps.

There is a door further ahead, and the blood under the feet seeps out from the crack of the door. It is like the sound of metal collisions in the ears, desperate cries, men and women, old and young... the sound enters the ear , cannot be ignored.

"Isn't the national teacher afraid?"

Even though there were so many noises, Mobei King's voice was extremely clear.He turned around, and sure enough, he saw Fu Nanyin's footsteps.A person who has never had less blood on his hands, because he has never seen a real soldier's sword with his own eyes, and he doesn't know what it means to be dead, is in a place separated by a door, dazed and frightened.

"But isn't this the Purgatory Shura Field you set up with your own hands?"

King Mobei's voice was cold.Regardless of the success or failure of what happened tonight, the courtiers leading the enemy army to bloodbath the palace has never happened since the founding of Mobei, and his dignity as a king has been trampled into the mud by the man in front of him with the blood of the lowly Central Plains At this moment, everything outside the door is like a mockery of his incompetence, and everything is thanks to Fu Nanyin.

Just now the calm mood in the palace was affected again, King Mobei sneered, raised his hand lightly, and the guard behind him rushed in front of the two.The sound of the door lock being cut off was lost in the surrounding noise, and there were a hundred people in front of them as walls, carefully protecting the safety of King Mobei.

The crimson palace door suddenly opened, and in front of her eyes seemed to be dozens of steps of the Yin-Yang road connecting the world and hell. Funanyin narrowed her eyes, but still saw the flames soaring into the sky outside the door.

Two thousand elites from the Central Plains were deeply involved in the massacre, holding butcher knives in their hands and constantly pointing at the imperial guards in Mobei or the unarmed palace people in the palace. They were extremely cruel, but they gradually showed signs of fatigue due to the constant reinforcements from outside the palace— —It is also a battle of trapped beasts.

Finally, someone caught a glimpse of them while raising the knife.

His gaze passed through layers of imperial guards and landed on the man's dazzling imperial uniform.

"Kill Mobei King——"

I don't know who yelled first, and countless sword lights came towards this side. The murderous aura and coldness were accompanied by the cold spring. Everything happened real and hastily, but Fu Nanyin realized it later.

The hair in front of her forehead was suddenly raised by a burst of sword energy, and Fu Nanyin fixedly looked at the tip of the knife that was only an inch away from her eyebrows.

The person holding the sword showed astonishment and panic in his eyes, his hands trembled, and the long sword that was stained with the blood of an unknown number of people pointed straight at the head of the person, trembling slightly, but he was in a dilemma.

The chaotic Shura died suddenly fell into silence for a moment.

The Central Plains Army and the Mobei Imperial Guard looked dully at the person in front of the door——

The national teacher's hands were tied behind his back. At the critical moment, he was obviously pushed to block the sword in front of King Mobei, and if the person holding the sword reacted a little slower...

"Master, you..."

The order "no survivors will be left alive in the palace" is still in my ears, and Yao Guang knows that when Fu Nanyin said these words, he has no intention of coming out alive, and the only task given to them is Killed Mobei King.

Funanyin didn't move, and although the sword in Yaoguang's hand trembled, he didn't move at all.

At this moment, there seemed to be a burst of sudden laughter in my ears.

Fu Nanyin reacted for a moment, the laughter seemed to come from Mobei King, and also seemed to be himself—absurd and mocking.

"Tell General Song to retreat..."

Yao Guang was stunned.

"There are five thousand Mobei troops outside the palace."

Including Chao Yu's imperial guards, King Mobei has nearly ten thousand people in his hands, but they only have two thousand.The corpses were strewn all over the ground, and it was hard to distinguish whether it was an enemy or a brother. Yao Guang didn't look at it, but opened his mouth, but said two words:

"us……"

Has it failed?

Funanyin reached out and grabbed the blade of his sword—even though the movement was not heavy, the palm of his hand was still bleeding.The sharp blade pierced the skin, a trickle of warmth mixed with cold wind and cooling blood, and Yao Guang's sword fell to the ground with a "bang" under his force.

"You did a great job."

His voice was light and ethereal, and he turned Yao Guang's words sharply, as if he was relieved, and fell into the ears of the nearby Central Plains soldiers.

"Leave the rest to me..."

Farther away, you can only hear the sound of the sword falling to the ground, which is so dull.When the two thousand Central Plains soldiers came, they didn't want to live, they only had one belief; but now that belief has been thrown away with their swords, a sense of despair and at a loss has weighed on everyone's hearts.

The imperial guards of the Mobei Palace made way for a group of people. Everyone didn't know where the national teacher would be taken, but they could guess his ending.

The prince was defeated.

The national teacher was also defeated...

"Didn't you swear allegiance to the national teacher to the death? Watch him die?"

Among the crowd, General Song was obviously unwilling to accept the order to disarm and retreat.He held the long knife tightly in his right hand, and he had killed countless people, but the knife was curled; his face was still stained with blood that hadn't dried up, and his red eyes were staring at Yao Guang.

When he received the secret decree from the sage, his life was already tied to Funanyin's.

"Master has an order to order General Song to retreat."

It is rare for Yao Guang to have such a serious look, and he looked at Song Shaoren coldly, and when he repeated Funanyin's words bluntly, there was still a tear in his voice that could not be concealed.

General Song's chest rose and fell suddenly, but when he spoke again, his voice was a little lower.

"Can't you avenge the national teacher... and the prince?"

Yao Guang didn't answer him immediately, but lowered his head, looked at the sword stained with Funanyin's blood, and bent down to pick it up again.Because of the long-term killing, the blood on his sleeves was dried by the wind, sticking hard to his arms.Yao Guang carefully wiped the blood off the sword with his sleeve, and then slowly pointed at the person opposite.

"If General Song disregards the master's order and acts recklessly for the sake of the prince, the hidden guards and I will try our best to stop you."

……

It only takes half a day from Wangdu to Youcheng.

A few months ago, the prince of the Central Plains led a 20 Central Plains army all the way to attack the city and seize the territory. After hitting the Youcheng not far from the capital of the king, he was stunned. No difference.

Now the [-] Northwest Army is once again stationed [-] miles outside Youcheng, and the entire Central Plains knows that this is the belated result announced to Mobei in a grand manner.

It's a pity that at such a time, the king of Mobei transferred one-tenth of the country's troops to guard the king's city, as if he really believed in the already absurd covenant between him and the king of Linzi.

"Your Highness, do you want to order an immediate attack on the city?"

The sky is bright and the morning mist has not cleared. If the guards on the tower of Youcheng look down at this moment, they will see black clouds covering the city. Today is a bit colder than usual.

The troops were so swift that the [-] troops who were supposed to be twenty miles away just appeared outside the city gate without a sound.

"Mobei Guoshi is really good at it. He has involved five thousand troops for us. If His Highness attacks the city at this time, Youcheng will be destroyed!"

Then there is the king's capital, and it will go straight to Huanglong, and Mobei will be destroyed.

It's just that today I received a letter from the dark guards in the city, and the palace of the king of Mobei has changed from time to time. I'm afraid that when Youcheng falls, the king will not be sure what it will be like...

In any case, the three armies have already made preparations, just waiting for the order from the man sitting on the high horse.

But before the silver-armored highness raised his left hand to issue the siege order, there was movement on the tower in front of him.

Youcheng has been a place that is easy to defend and difficult to attack since ancient times. The king of Mobei stationed more than [-] elite soldiers here, erecting the last hard barrier for this dying country.As the fog dissipated, the city suddenly woke up. The Mobei Sentinels guarding the city really saw the Northwest Army preparing for a surprise attack by the whole army. They were surprised and astonished, but only panicked for a moment.

The banner with the word "Northwest" was erected under the city, waving wantonly and clamoring in the cold wind.

After half a stick of incense, a flag was also erected on the tower of Youcheng. There was no word written on it, but a person could be vaguely seen tied to the flagpole—hidden by a large white fox fur. The outline of the figure, and because it is too far away to see the expression and appearance clearly, but there is a good temperament in the pitch.

The city is unknown

The soldiers of the Central Plains just took a look and then looked away, they all had guesses in their hearts.

The blood-drinking ethnic group, even when they go to battle, is cruel and barbaric - Mobei wants to use his blood as a sacrifice to the army flag in front of the Central Plains army.

Under the city was the tranquility before the war, as expected, but also strange everywhere.

"His Royal Highness the King of Linzi—"

When the atmosphere was extremely secretive, an awkward Chinese voice suddenly came from the city tower, and it was unknown where it was directed at. The three armies all lowered their heads and said "Sure enough".

"This is a generous gift prepared for you by our king, do you still like it?"

A generous gift?

Only now did Wang Lu recognize the blurry figure. If he looked carefully, one corner of the fox fur was blown high by the cold wind, revealing the arc of his abdomen vaguely.

"Your Highness...Your Highness...this is not..."

It was actually Mobei Guoshi!

There seemed to be a string in my brain, and it broke with a "bang".If the person tied up on the wall is the National Teacher, then...

Wang Lu turned his head to look at Li Pei beside him in astonishment, only to see his brows that had been frowning all the way loosen as if relieved.The latter wanted to laugh, but in the end he didn't. He pursed his lips and forcibly looked away from the man.

It was not until a long while before he whispered another irrelevant sentence.

"Coincidentally, the king of Mobei is also here."

……

Funanyin didn't know that today's wind was so strong that it blurred the voice in his ears, and also blew a few tears from his eyes.

He opened his eyes wide, trying to find the familiar figure under the city, but unfortunately he couldn't see clearly; the only thing that was clear at the moment was the words that King Mobei's men shouted to King Linzi on the city wall.

Could it really be Li Jiao?

But there was no answer from the city.

The sharp blade in King Mobei's hand was already on his neck, "Is there anything else you want to say, National Teacher?"

The corners of Funanyin's mouth hooked silently—the knife cut through his throat, and when the blood flowed out, it was the time for the Mobei Army to beat their drums to march.

At what moment did King Mobei know that Li Jiao had broken his promise and that a battle with the Central Plains army was inevitable?Even if he fights to the death, he will sacrifice his blood to the three armies.

"There is really a problem..." Fu Nanyin gripped the rope tied around his wrist, leaned up slightly, and asked King Mobei in a low voice: "Ning Xu... Did you kill him?"

He could feel King Mobei's knife running on the skin of his throat, "Are you wondering how the warlock died?"

King Mobei smiled, "Then you will know right away..."

The sound of the wind seemed to be getting louder, and even the voice of King Mobei became blurred.

"One last word, Your Majesty."

The knot in her hand was untied at some point. Funanyin was already standing on the high wall, but now that she lost the last restraint, her raised body fell backwards uncontrollably.

Below, is the [-]-meter-high city wall.

One jump is to smash the body to pieces.

"I don't want to die by your hands..."

There was the whistling wind in her ears, and her body fell uncontrollably. Fu Nanyin seemed to see the panic flashing across Mobei King's face.

Even the king of Mobei, who didn't change his expression when facing Li Jiao's army pressing down on the city, what was he afraid of?

Until this moment, Fu Nanyin's heart calmed down, with a smile on her lips.The surrounding scenes flashed quickly, but he seemed to be able to see that person clearly.

Everything happened so unexpectedly.

Among the army below the city, a man on a horse galloped madly towards the direction where he fell.He had never seen anyone who could ride a horse so fast, and he was afraid that it would be too late in the middle of the night.

"Ayin..."

He heard the man shout.

Li Pei...