Jiang Qing

Because it was the first day of the martial arts contest to recruit relatives, the duels in the arena were really uneven, either it was a unilateral crush, sweeping the opponent off the stage with one move, or it was two rookies pecking at each other and fighting for a long time It was impossible to tell the winner, and the spectators in the audience were all sleepy. Drinking strong tea and knocking melon seeds couldn't suppress their drowsy drowsiness.

"Next match, Jinxi Army Ling Che vs Xuantianmeng Zheng Shu!"

With the official announcement, the crowd that had been silent for a long time became active again.

The Western Jin Army is one of the four major armies of the Li Kingdom. When Zhao Zhen personally led the army to drive King Jing's camp, he relied on the support of Wu Ce, the Marquis of the Western Jin Army.

Wu Ce instructed Ling Che, the commander of the Jinxi Army, to lead his troops all the way from Jinxi. He broke through 32 passes of King Jing, picked off seventeen of King Jing's men with a long halberd, and sent Zhao Zhen directly to King Jing's camp. He captured Jing Wang Zhao Jue alive and became famous in the first battle.

After making such a great contribution, he rejected Zhao Zhen's reward, and returned to the Jinxi military camp as before.

After Zhao Zhen ascended the throne, there were occasional riots at the frontier, Ling Che led troops to quell them, and fought [-] battles without defeat.

Since the downfall of several generations of generals headed by the Mei family, it has been a long time since Li Guo had such outstanding generals.

The first person who felt the freshness he brought to Li country was the storyteller in the teahouse. Because of the decline of generals in Li country, the storyteller has been talking about those bad books for several years. Not to mention people who listen to books.Now that there is finally a new subject, the storyteller in Pingduli was so excited that he rushed to write his storybook all night.

As soon as he sat in the teahouse and slapped the tree, Ling Che's nine-foot-tall, long beard standing in front of the army stood in the hearts of the people in Pingdu.

The storyteller was spitting, and the audience listened mesmerized, completely forgetting that Ling Che was only 19 years old when he ran thousands of miles to help, how could he have such a long beard.

Ling Che wore a black robe without a crown, and tied a high ponytail neatly. He looked more like a man of the world than Zheng Shu who was opposite him.

"Commander of the Jinxi Army, Ling Che. Please enlighten me."

Without the reflection of the cold armor, his brows softened a bit, and the bloody smell of the slaughter was filtered out, and people remembered that this general they had always admired was one year younger than Jing and the eldest princess.

People in the army are most particular about age and seniority. No one can imagine how such a shy and reticent young man can restrain a strong army.

"Xuantian League Zheng Shu, please give me more advice."

If Ling Che had come to power alone, it would not have caused such a big commotion. Coincidentally, he was facing the Xuantian Union, the leader of the four major sects in the Jianghu, and Zheng Shu was the direct descendant of Xue Xiu, the leader of the Xuantian Union. Disciple, with a strong and powerful Xuantian swordsmanship, he can be regarded as a match for Ling Che.

There are four major military marquises in the court, and four sects in the rivers and lakes. They are all distributed in the four regions of the Li Kingdom. Or is Lingche's halberd able to suppress the momentum?Pingdu has never lacked young masters who are eager to win and love to gamble. Seeing this scene, they secretly took out silver taels under the table and gambled for a game.

"Brother was in King Jing's camp when Ling Che led the army to break through King Jing's camp. According to senior brother, how many moves can Zheng Shu take?"

Mei Shao took a look at the two people who were fighting inextricably on the stage, and she had already made up her mind to win or lose.

"Xuantian swordsmanship is so strong that Zheng Shu may not lose. Junior brother has been walking in the rivers and lakes for a long time, I thought you would be more optimistic about Zheng Shu." Bai Bingchen looked at him with a smile, his eyes were full of inquiry.

"Zhigang Zhiyang? Not to mention that although Zheng Shu is Xue Xiu's direct disciple, he is far from what he was back then..." Mei Shao paused, and concealed a name, "I got the Xuantian Sword through comprehension. The sword heart of the law, it is said that he is less likely to win than this Zhigang Zhiyang in front of a leader who has stepped on the bones."

"One will be successful." Mei Shao looked at Ling Che who was on the stage, as if he saw the sound of fighting and the flames of war through him. child?"

When Mei Shao was 17 years old, he went to the northern border with his father for the first time. At that time, he had already traveled a few times in the rivers and lakes. He was young and frivolous. The battlefield is only an experience.

Until he led the left-wing army to guard Yixian Valley but was attacked by the enemy late at night. Thousands of rockets were fired and fell from the sky.The battle was fierce, and there was no one out of ten. He didn't even have time to grieve, and when he led the rest of his men to raid around like a trapped beast to no avail, he realized that he had thought the battlefield too simply.

Fighting in the rivers and lakes is just a solitary bravery of life and death; fighting above the smoke of wolves is the burden of life and death for an army.

"Brother, what do you think?" Mei Shao suddenly turned to look at Bai Bingchen, the burning light in his eyes stunned him.

He has always disguised himself very well, and never showed any emotions that did not conform to "Zhou Yue" in front of himself.But this glance was full of unwillingness and ridicule, mixed with pain, so hot that Bai Bingchen didn't dare to look directly at him, so he could only avoid his gaze by drinking tea.

He thought of the time when Mei Shao came back with his father, he was not as energetic as when he went out to war, and was confined by the Mei family for more than a month. He originally thought that Mei Shao had done something wrong and was punished by the always strict Mei Zhou.But when he sneaked over the wall to see him, he realized that it was Mei Shao who couldn't pass the test in his heart and locked himself in the room.

Thinking about it carefully, eight years have passed, and some details have long been lost.Bai Bingchen only remembered that it was a full moon night, and the radiance of the moon gently hugged the sobbing young man in his arms, Mei Shao's broken sobs seemed to pass through time, and with his current glance, they crashed into Bai Bingchen's heart again, It's a dull pain.

"I didn't expect that you also understand military affairs." Bai Bingchen tried his best to maintain his calm, and replied lightly.

His understatement hit Mei Shao's heartache, Mei Shao laughed at herself and did not speak.

I am a person who has never led an army alone, a person who has to rely on his elder brother to violate military orders and is rescued by arrows in his body, a person who wants his father to take responsibility for him because he lost a sliver of grain, and a person who does not care about his father. What qualifications do people who have survived with dignity have to talk about military affairs and talents on stage?

Ling Che is a general who was killed on the battlefield, and Zheng Shu is the heir to the Xuantian Union honed in the Jianghu. What kind of identity is he, can he sit here and give pointers?

He felt that he was really pathetic and ridiculous. He had been able to hide his emotions very well in the past few years, but when he saw Bai Bingchen again, he still couldn't help tearing up his pain and showing it to him, as if he was hoping for a sympathetic I hope he can still give himself a little comfort like the moonlight that night.

Mei Shao took a deep breath, suppressed all these complicated emotions, and never showed any more.

"Okay!" The cheers pulled the two people with different thoughts back to the competition stage.

The two people on the stage are both open and close in martial arts. After more than a dozen rounds of competition, they still can't see which side's decline. Just when people were fascinated by watching, the two suddenly separated and stood still.

"I lost." Zheng Shu smiled and retracted the sword.

There was no expression on Ling Che's face, but he just nodded with a hint of appreciation in his eyes.

Everyone in the audience didn't know how the two people who were fighting fiercely had decided the winner, but Zheng Shu touched a blood line on his wrist.

Although it was only a dozen or so moves just now, neither of them gave in on purpose. If he hadn't dodged faster, the wrist would not be as simple as a bloodstain.It has always been rumored that this general is not happy and angry, but today he seems to be secretly angry, and he strikes quickly and ruthlessly, which is not something he can resist.

The ceremony official announced the winner and loser, and the two stepped down separately.

"After a few years of separation, the general's body style is still fierce, and the style of the past has not diminished."

A voice floated down from the attic, with her usual thoughtful coldness.

There was a sudden silence on and off the field, and even the ceremony officer didn't care about reporting the scene of the next scene, and stood there in a daze, waiting for the next word from the eldest princess above.Jing and the eldest princess seemed to be emotional for a while, after saying this sentence, there was no more words, leaving only silence.

Ling Che froze on the spot, silently clenched his cuffs, he didn't look back, and didn't reply, he didn't even take a seat when he got off the stage, and walked out of Qingluan Terrace in front of everyone's eyes, as if he came here just to In order to fight such a game.

Zhao Jinghe stared at his leaving back, as if trying to see the man's thoughts with his eyes.

"Sister Huang..." Zhao Jingning looked at her sister's face and hesitated to speak.

Different from Zhao Zhen and Zhao Jingning, King Jing, Zhao Jue and Zhao Jinghe grew up with high hopes. They were the children of the former emperor and empress, and they were highly regarded since childhood.Zhao Jue became a prince at the age of 15, and the East Palace has long been at his fingertips.

Zhao Jinghe has a strong personality and has extremely high requirements on herself. She is not bad in etiquette and national history;She is like a noble phoenix, always so lofty, lonely and conceited.Until Zhao Zhen succeeded to the throne, or the day King Jing's palace was breached, she was no longer the proud princess she used to be.

Zhao Jinghe turned her head, unwilling to look at his back, but the old scene appeared in her mind, forcing her to face it squarely.

She can never forget the 39th year of Qinyuan, Chushu, her last relative, her elder brother died on that day.

When the sun set that day, Ling Che set fire to the palace, which stretched for hundreds of miles, continuing the dusk with a red glow.

Zhao Jinghe was wearing a bright red peony and butterfly flower palace dress and stared at herself in the bronze mirror. Since the moment the Western Jin army invaded, the servants in the palace had already scattered and fled, leaving her alone in the palace. Knowing the situation of her elder brother in the front hall, but she knew that she needed to end her life before the Jinxi Army broke in.

At this point in the game, the outcome is decided, and the loser is naturally a traitor. She knows that Zhao Zhen will never tolerate a rebellious princess, and her arrogance will not allow her to survive in his new dynasty.

She has never put on her makeup so seriously, powdering, eyebrows, and finally lip balm.She seldom used such bright colors, but at the last moment of her life, she felt relieved that she didn't have to follow the manners and makeup that a princess should have. She felt a sense of rebellion that she had never had before. It is her own life, this is the only thing she can decide, she just wants to die so charming and bright.

The sound of fighting outside became clearer, and she heard the clash of soldiers' armor approaching outside the hall.

Zhao Jinghe put the hairpin on his head straight with a smile, picked up the hair oil from the dressing table and poured it on the curtain in the hall, and lit the flint.

The fire spread rapidly behind her, but it was no match for the peony on her palace skirt.

She stepped onto the high stool with bare feet, and paid her neck to the three-foot white silk without hesitation.

"boom--"

The gate of the palace fell, and before Zhao Jinghe could react, a feathered arrow flew past her scalp and cut off the white silk. She fell heavily to the ground, and a general in white robe looked down at her.

The soldiers who came in with him had already extinguished the fire in the hall. Amid the choking smoke, Zhao Jinghe fell to the ground. She stubbornly raised her eyes, which were flushed, but she could only see the line of his jaw and his eyes. Cold armor.

"Chen Lingche welcomes Jing and the eldest princess back to Luan!"

At this moment, Zhao Zhen named her the eldest princess.She knew that she couldn't die, and she would always be like today, falling from a high platform and being inferior to others.

Her life and death will no longer be in her own hands.

"It was him." Zhao Jinghe spoke hoarsely, responding to Zhao Jingning, but more like responding to himself, "It was he who saved Princess Jinghe. It was also him who killed Zhao Jinghe."