His Majesty is ill

Triumph at Yiling Pass.

The cold wind raged, blowing yellow sand all over the sky and covering the sun, and wildly rolled up blood all over the place.

Above the valley, the neighing of men and horses fighting still echoed, and the jackdaws trembled with the sound of the wind, hovering alone.

Blood gurgled out from the cold sword body through the wound, spreading enchantingly on the robe.

"You really...

Let's go..."

"Sorry……"

Tears come and go.

*** The army has been on the road for more than two months, and the mighty people returned with joy and pain.

It's just that the pace seems to be a little abnormally slow.

Surrounded by the army, it was not the usual dazzling and decisive general, but a luxurious but low-key carriage, which walked very slowly, and did not look like returning home with honor.

In front of the carriage, the driver carefully drove the carriage, minimizing the bumps of the carriage.

"Wei Liang, where is this?"

The voice came faintly from the car, weak but still steady.

"Go back to the general, you have passed Yanmen, and the capital is not far ahead."

Looking back, Weiliang took a look through the gap in the curtain that was blown up by the wind, with deep worry in her eyes.

After thinking for a moment, he still couldn't help asking: "General, are you okay?"

"It's okay."

The people in the carriage didn't want to say much, they just replied lightly and stopped talking.

Weiliang knew that his general had no strength at all.

Looking at the place ahead, the outline of the city gate has been faintly revealed in the sand and stones all over the sky, and it is almost home.

In the carriage, Leng Cang lay quietly with his eyes closed, without thinking about anything, his face was quietly imprinted in his mind, the self-mockery at the corner of his mouth seemed to be nothing, and the color of his lips that had become pale due to excessive blood loss , making this expression even more bleak.

Suddenly there was a palpitation, and Leng Cang's hand unconsciously touched his heart, and the dull coughing from the corner of his mouth spread out scarlet blood, which fell drop by drop on his chest.

On the wrist, a thin red bloodstain was wound around, which became more and more obvious.

Hehe, it turns out that this is the red thread you left for me...

Looking at the ties that were as thin as silk, and letting the blood remain at the corner of his mouth, a smile appeared on Leng Cang's almost transparent face.

Consciousness was gradually withdrawn, but his heart let go.

Staring at the roof of the swaying carriage with half-closed eyes, he thought, this time he finally lived up to His Majesty's expectations. Although it was dangerous, the reputation of the Leng family's loyal ministers for generations was not ruined by him at last. Even if you die, you can rest in peace.

At this time, not far from the army, there was a sudden sound of horseshoes in front, accompanied by a loud horse neighing, before the sound came to the front of the army.

After the smoke and dust passed, one person at a time took the lead and blocked the general's carriage.

On top of the snow-coloured BMW, there was a person sitting upright. This person was dressed in a brocade gown with silver borders and silk filigree on a white background. The cuffs were finely embroidered with dark patterns of auspicious clouds with silver threads, which was extremely elegant and luxurious.

Wei Liang raised his head and moved his gaze upwards, and what he saw was a slightly bewitching face, with eyebrows like black paint, long eyelashes like feathers, a pair of narrow and long phoenix eyes raised slightly, and the eyes waved between them, one part sinister, two parts proud , seven points seductive, with a bright red cinnabar on the corner of the eye, alluring.

His complexion is very fair, with a faint brilliance under the sunlight, his lips are thin, but they are bewitchingly red.

This person walked over slowly one by one, and stopped in front of the carriage. Immediately, the person looked down at the general who was driving in front of him, Wu Liang, with a natural majesty approaching him.

Frowning slightly, he asked, "Where is Leng Qing?"