Chu Qiao's life and death promise

On June 25th, the Wei army led by Yuan Che officially launched an attack on Yanbei. The thrilling drums were beating loudly, and hundreds of thousands of troops marched forward in a dense manner. Rolling towards Plastic North.

On June 28, Wei Jun and Yan Jun officially fought outside Subei City. Both armies in the confrontation suffered heavy casualties.

On the third day of July, the Yan army was fighting and retreating. They were suddenly attacked by Yuansong, the king of Yanbei in the northeast.

On the seventh day of July, Subei City was broken, and the Yan army retreated to Hongchuan.

On July [-]th, Yuanche and Yuansong joined forces to attack Hongchuan.

Of the 20 troops sent by Emperor Wei, [-] elite soldiers never showed up.

Yu Wenyue didn't show up either.

Paper can't hold fire, and now almost everyone knows that Yu Wenyue and the [-] army intend to go straight to Hongchuan through Heishuijian, but there is no news.

Chu Qiao's eye sockets sunk deeply, and everyone in Xiuli's army spoke cautiously. No one dared to mention Yan Bei, who was at the height of the war, and no one dared to mention Yu Wenyue, not even the phonetic words.

Especially when everyone saw Chu Qiao's slightly bulging belly under the black outfit after removing the armor, they kept their mouths shut and remained silent.

Even Mu Feng became mute after slapping himself hard several times.

Heishuijian, the road of death.

There is no concept of narrow escapes, because it is said that no one survives.

Although the sons and daughters of the Xiuli Army have always regarded Chu Qiao as a shrine and never thought that she would fall down, but seeing Chu Qiao who was practicing the army with her waist straight every day, her dark and deep eyes and her bottomless eyes could not be seen. emotions, thinning cheeks and horribly large eyes.He Xiao and the others all wished that Chu Qiao would still fall down like this, at least they wouldn't see her hang on and try to hold on.

This tone was Yu Wenyue's news, and they couldn't imagine what would happen to Chu Qiao if the bad news came.

On July 25, the Yan army's resistance gradually weakened, and they closed the gate of Hongchuan City to guard against death, and never fought again.

On the third day of August, after eight days of stalemate, Wei Jun besieged the city and trapped Yan Xun in the city.

On the eighth day of August, one of the twenty or so people who went to Heishuijian to inquire about their whereabouts finally came back.

The almost half-mutilated soldier, shaking his lips, took out a blood-stained moon-white garment corner from his arms. It was the streamer brocade that Yu Wenyue was used to wearing in his daily life.

Yuan Che held the hem of the clothes in his hand and stood there for a long time.

Within a day, news of Yu Wenyue's death in Heishuijian spread throughout Yanbei.

The night was shrouded, and the dark clouds were overwhelming, as if they were about to collapse the sky.

At this moment, Chu Qiao was leaning on the head of the bed, gently comforting the baby in her belly.

"Why, the little guy kicked you again?" Zhong Yu came over with a smile in his hand, carrying chicken soup.

"Well, he seems to be very excited today, always moving around." Chu Qiao smiled slightly, and moved her hands on her stomach.

"Really?" Zhong Yu leaned over in surprise, and put his ear on Chu Qiao's stomach. It happened that the little thing didn't know whether it was stretching out his fist or moving his legs, and he could feel the strong fetal movement through his stomach.

"Ouch! This little guy is being mischievous. Let me tell you, you need to be less energetic. If you kick your mother, be careful to give your mother a spanking after birth." Zhong Yu pointed at Chu Qiao's stomach as a warning.

"What does he understand?" Chu Qiao laughed.

It was rare for Zhong Yu to see Chu Qiao's smile, and he was also happy, "If this child is as smart as his father, he must understand everything."

Chu Qiao's eyes dimmed for a moment, but the smile still hung on her face, "Yes."

Zhong Yu closed his mouth annoyed, wishing he could slap himself twice like Mu Feng, and quickly changed the subject, "Come on, drink the chicken soup, my little boy is really good these days, every day he goes out to pick up pheasants and comes back. Home-raised chicken soup is much more filling."

"Okay." Chu Qiao accepted it with a smile.

She accepts everyone's kindness, whether it is sympathy or pity, she is grateful.

The curtain of the military tent was lifted suddenly, and Mu Feng broke in, his legs seemed to be a little out of order, and he knelt on the ground weakly after walking two steps.

The face of the arrogant baby in the past was indescribably sad and distorted, full of tears, twitching and speechless.

bang-

The chicken soup bowl fell heavily to the floor.

The fragrant chicken soup spilled all over the floor, Chu Qiao stood up abruptly, stepped on the fragments of the porcelain bowl with her socked feet, and walked towards Mufeng step by step. Wherever she passed, the thick white chicken soup turned into dark red...

"Mu Feng! Didn't I tell you that all military affairs will be reported to Mr. Wu!" Zhong Yu was shocked, and walked over quickly, pulled Mu Feng up, and was about to drag him out.

"stop!"

Chu Qiao shouted loudly.

Zhong Yu's movements stopped abruptly.

"Say!"

Chu Qiao stared fiercely at Mu Feng's face, her nails dug deeply into her palm.

Mu Feng was crying silently, his lips parted and opened, trembling and trembling, but he was still speechless.

"I let you speak!"

There was another shout, bursting through his throat with internal strength, Zhong Yu's eardrums bulged, his heart beat rapidly, and he quickly grabbed Chu Qiao: "Ah Chu, don't do this."

A gust of wind swept through, and the door curtain fluttered up.

Thunder rumbled in the distance.

Chu Qiao slowly closed her eyes and spit out each word.

"Mu Feng, tell me, I'll listen."

Mu Feng choked with sobs: "My lord... in Heishuijian..."

After working hard several times, I finally said the remaining two words.

"Young Master is in the Black Water Stream..."

"In the Black Water Stream..."

"Fall off a cliff..."

"Dead..."

click-

A thunderclap swallowed the sentence "dead" into the thunder that exploded throughout the camp.

But even if she didn't hear those two words with her own ears, Chu Qiao could clearly see from Mu Feng's mouth...

It rained cats and dogs.

"Yu Wenyue! You bastard—"

A shrill woman's voice suddenly sounded throughout the camp, and the entire army was silent.