Pick up a prince to get married

It was inevitable to take advantage of the victory to pursue, but Shangguan Que saw Xiao Wu coming with his wings just before issuing the order, "Brother Ergou... sir... sir, he can't do it anymore..."

With a cry, Shangguan Que was startled, "What did you say!"

He didn't have time to listen to the next words and was about to set foot on Wing Feather, but thinking about the situation at hand, before stepping on Wing Feather, he said, "Don't chase after poor bandits, tell the Xirong military division that Yu State is willing to negotiate peace and make friends."

After all, sit on the wing feathers and ride Juechen!

Before Han Yue could react, Xie Zixi did. She grabbed Xiao Wu, "What's the matter, sir?" She had heard of Shen Congming's name before, but she never expected that it would have such a big influence on Shangguan Que.

"Mr. is dying..."

Xiao Wu cried and said, and then hurried away on horseback, "Brother Ergou...you wait for me..."

Wing Feather ran wildly, Pegasus stepped into the air.

Shangguan Que didn't know that his heart could be so flustered. Shen Congming, Junior Martial Uncle, Shen Mingshu, he couldn't do it anymore...

He remembered Shen Congming's coma before, and only regretted that he hadn't been exploring!

"Little uncle, wait for me...wait for me!"

Inside the palace, Shen Congming dismissed all the palace people. He took out a pen and paper, supported his frail body, and wrote down his suicide note:

The way a husband is a king is to love the people, be close to virtuous ministers, and be far away from villains...

Wing Feather is quick, but not as fast as time goes by.

People on horseback rolled by.

"I don't want to come out. This village is full of my people. If you don't want to suffer from flesh and blood, come out by yourself."

My heart was already moved when I first saw it.

The Tsing Yi in front of the steps is full of emotion.

Eyebrows and eyes with eyebrows closed and sighed, scene after scene, so clear.

"If I say, I like little uncle." Words that once only dared to say when drunk.

It was the way that person didn't care.

Memory freezes the eve of separation.

"Shen Mingshu, if I say that I fall in love with you and want to retire and marry you after this battle is over, can you agree?"

"This question is meaningless." Shen Congming replied at the time.

This answer made him unable to see clearly whether he loves himself or not, "If I must ask you if I agree?"

Finally he got the letter.

Shen Mingshu, wait for me!You wait for me!

The wings and feathers stepped into the air and flew thousands of miles.

The speed of a thousand miles is flicked.

Shen Congming is still writing this suicide note. He has too many worries and worries about Shangguan Que, but the consciousness in his mind is gradually blurring.

Gu worms eroded his consciousness, a bit of pen and ink dripped onto the rice paper, until the last stroke, Shen Mingshu... suddenly fell down.

On the road, Shangguan Que was still driving his wings at high speed. Suddenly, he felt a pain in his heart. This feeling... No, no!

The sun gradually set to the west, and Shangguan Que hurried back to Lin'an in the setting sun.

He asked the palace man, went straight to the place where Shen Mingshu was, but the hand that pushed the door shrank at this moment, and finally, he pushed the door open.

There was no one on the bed, and there was no one in the hall, so he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. Perhaps, everything was just an illusion.

Then he turned his head and saw the person hanging by the window.

"Shen Mingshu!" He ran over, not daring to stretch out his hand.

In the end, he reached out his hand, and there was no breathing between his nose.

"No... how is it possible... no..."

He muttered to himself and saw the suicide note:

... The emperor has a broad mind, accommodates all rivers, makes the best use of everything, and makes the best use of people.Don't believe what you say, don't discriminate between rewards and punishments, don't be arrogant, don't be self-willed, don't indulge in color, don't...

One by one is the way of the emperor.

The last bit of ink, but no one knows what word is left behind.

Under the three long sheets of paper is a piece of paper with a poem on it.

Red beans are born in the southern country,

A few sprigs in spring.

May you pick more Jie,

This thing is the most Acacia.

That was what he wrote to Shen Mingshu, and it was also in his mind that he didn't dare to sue him.

He hugged Shen Congming tremblingly, the person in his arms was very light, so light that it didn't weigh at all.

The protruding bone was against his body, he should have known it earlier, why, turned a blind eye?Or, why, just follow him!

Taking advantage of the mental breakdown, some tears rolled down from the eye sockets uncontrollably, one drop at a time, wet the emperor's clothes, and even stained the face of the man in his arms. His tears slid down his cheeks, it looked like He was also crying.

However, the cold temperature in his arms told him, how could the corpse cry?

Everything is just an illusion in the mirror, a shadow in the water.

Perhaps the mirror is really a phantom, and the reflection in the mirror is obviously the back of one person embracing another person in their arms. They look like you are happy... Xiao Suo...

It's just that when the wind blows, the unpressed rice paper flutters around, as if the paper is in the sky, seeing people off.

That pitiful and unparalleled scheming person ended up in hell and paid off his debts.

He should be happy, but there is no curvature at the corner of his mouth.

Then what kind of thoughts did he have before he died?

Maybe... only he himself knows.

On that day, the afterglow of the setting sun was extraordinarily dazzling red. Perhaps, it was so poignant and beautiful because it was stained with blood.

The military adviser who reviewed the memorial shook his hand, "What's the matter with this restless feeling?"

I saw a huge signal rising in the distance, it was the signal sent by the abyss-hunting overlord when he was in great danger.

"How come!"

Without any hesitation, the military adviser arranged everything overnight, and then took some soldiers to Qingshan.

I met many fugitive soldiers on the road, and it took a lot of time to organize them all. Finally, after two days, I met the young general and his party.

"Where is the king?" he asked.

The young general suddenly knelt down, "I have met the king, long live the king!"

The military master suddenly understood something, "Everyone has worked hard, you..." He ordered the soldiers prepared behind him to guard the border. Every place was perfectly arranged, and then...

Ride on a fast horse and go away in a hurry.

A branch scratched his face, but the military master didn't have time to care about it. He only hated himself for not being faster, faster.

The young general ordered a group of people to follow behind him.

After riding to Qingshan, the army division dismounted, and encountered two fires in a row, and the place was already a piece of scorched earth.

The feathers on his waist seemed to sense it.

The twins of famous swords already possess spirituality, and relying on Hong Yu, the military master found the sword of that person....

The bones may have been ashes long ago, scattered all over Qingshan.

The young general ordered people to protect him from a distance, not to get close.

It was the first time for him to see the military advisor of Xirong, so sad, even when the priest died, he had never seen the military advisor like this, crying like rain.

Some people say that he is too calm, but the abyss-seeking overlord understands him, he is the most impulsive person.

But he was calm all the time, and at this moment, the military division pulled out his feathers.

The long sword is swayed, and the romance is wanton. Who can match a sword dance?Who can match a sword dance?

He dances alone, which is a wonderful beauty that has never been seen in the world.

When the sword reached the line, he picked out Taishan, and the two swords moved together.

Prosperous climax, curtain call Xiao Shu.

Finally, the two swords fell to the ground at the same time, and this sword dance was finally destroyed in the end, "I use this sword dance, I wish the king... a good journey."

After all, he refused to let him call the curtain call, so he cut it off at the last scene. As long as there is the last scene, the play is not over, and the dance is not over.People... It's not over!

This kind of self-deception reached its peak at this moment, and he buried Taishan Hongyu with his own hands.

"Death is lighter than a feather, and heavier than Mount Tai. The feather was originally bestowed by the king. The time he followed the minister was short, but it was his favorite weapon. The minister once promised the king that no matter where the king goes, he will kill him." Accompany the king, but now I have to break my promise for a while, I promise, it won't be too long, during this time, Hong Yu, acting minister, will accompany the king."

He said these words to the two swords.

In the end, he buried the two swords with his own hands.

Without the slightest nostalgia, he turned and left Qingshan.

The young general hurriedly followed, "Your Majesty, the late king said... Xirong will be handed over to you in the future."

"I know." The military division said.

"Xi Rong is handed over to you." The young general repeated again.

The military division also repeated, "I know."

"The former king is dead..."

There was a sound of crying, and the military adviser's footsteps stopped, "I... know." He closed his eyes slightly, and then opened them again.

There is no trace of tears in the eyes.

"Three days have passed, is there any movement from Yu State?"

Yu Guo did not take advantage of the victory to pursue it, which was beyond his expectation.Did something happen that made him unable to pursue the victory?

The military division thought about it carefully, but still shook his head. Before the big event in the world, what could stop him?

"Yu State sent a message saying that they are willing to talk about peace. Majesty, do you want to talk?" the young general asked.

The military adviser glanced at the soldiers behind him, and the young general was a little embarrassed. Now it's not about whether they want it or not, but about Yu Guo, whether they want it or not.

There are countless small countries in the territory of Xirong, and the military division will certainly not devote all its combat power to it, so he said, "Peace talks."

"The vengeance of the former king..." The young general lowered his voice as he spoke, the former king...has the right to take revenge?Who should the dead soul of Qingshan seek revenge on?

The armies under the military adviser's sleeves were tightly clasped together, and finally he opened his eyes and said, "The Overlord of Seeking the Yuan is very happy... Burning tens of thousands of people in Xirong and planting the Emperor Yu, Xirong... There is no reason to launch troops against the country of Yu. If the country of Yu is still willing, Xirong We will always be friendly neighbors with Yu State."

These words made the young general's heart sink, and the soldiers around him were also somewhat dissatisfied, but they were all suppressed by the young general, "What the king made was the right decision."

Yes, this decision is very correct, but too correct.

The military division walked in front alone, he didn't want to, and he couldn't turn back. Behind him, there were tens of thousands of people in Xirong.

Perhaps, in the first place, he shouldn't have fought this battle. If he didn't fight, he could still have a clean reputation in the world, but in life, where is the if?

After all, he couldn't let go of that hatred, after all, he couldn't let go of his homeland, after all, he was ambitious, the military master wanted to laugh, but he didn't know who to laugh at, maybe both he and Xun Yuan should laugh.

As early as the moment he came to Xirong, Chongming and Xunyuan overlord existed in the world, not Shen Congming and Shangguanyuan.