May you be prosperous for half a lifetime

Ambush on all sides, besieged on all sides, Yu Wenchi has read these words no less than ten times in history books.

But today, when I really fell to this point, I realized that the king was not incompetent in ancient times, it was just the current situation.

"Your Majesty." Yu Wenhua wiped away the scarlet stains on his face, "His Royal Highness Jin Wang has arrived to support the troops, and after passing the June Mountain, they can take advantage of the situation and return to Suizhou."

Yu Wenchi's eyes were not far away. The mountain of June was steep, and after passing the mountain, there was life. Yang Jian only thought that he had suffered heavy losses in attacking Qi, so how could he know that Yuwen Beijie had brought troops to help him? Hui, Suizhou, which has been empty of soldiers and horses, is not in the pocket. Lihua sits in the imperial city, holds the jade seal, and invites the princes. The general trend of the world has belonged to his Yuwen lineage.

The world is unified, but he will not make wedding dresses for others.

The [-] troops from Suizhou have already overwhelmed his remnants and widowed generals to less than a thousand people. He didn't know that there were almost [-] soldiers in Suizhou. "Go up the mountain!" The sunset is dazzling.

Before nightfall, the sound of howling wolves came from the foot of the mountain. In an instant, there was only the sound of the wind.

Yu Wenchi paused, turned around and looked down the mountain, his body trembled slightly, he knew that this was a big gamble, but he didn't expect that he would lose, "Yu Wenhuaji." He took out a private seal from his arms, "If I can't go out, so I will give this private seal to King Jin."

"Your Majesty!" Yu Wenhuaji also felt it, and the cold sword in his hand was drawn very quickly, "Come here to block it, Your Majesty, go!"

"Yang Jian's father and daughter want my life." He sighed slightly, and entrusted the private seal in his hand to Yu Wenhuaji's arms, "If news of my death comes, Yang Guang will be in trouble, and Lihua will be righteous to him." Jue, after King Jin ascends to the throne, you can become the Lord."

But in a few words, he actually explained the funeral clearly.

Shangzhu

These two words have long since had little to do with Yu Wenhuaji.

Even if Yu Wenchi really died under the hands of the Yang family today, and Lihua and Yang Guangyi are dead, it has nothing to do with him.

The torches at the foot of the mountain were brightly lit, and Yang Jian's pursuers had arrived.

Yang Jian is no longer the heroic young man of the past. He has been guarding Suizhou for many years, which has made him a little old. He still has the heroic spirit to aspire to the world, but it is time for him.

Yu Wenchi knew that Yang Jian had already been disowned by his relatives, but he didn't expect that under the moonlight at night, she was wearing a red dress and a blue silk shawl, which was extremely dazzling, and he suddenly remembered what she said through gritted teeth, "You will regret it. "

But he hasn't regretted it until now.

She has been pregnant for seven months, but her figure is not bloated yet, she still has the same complexion, but her complexion is very pale.

"Duke Sui, are you here to escort him?" Under the phoenix tree, he was still smiling with his sword unsheathed, but anyone who has seen His Majesty Zhou knew that even Wei Jin's flair could not surpass his handsome and elegant, It's just that after ascending to the pole, the decisive killing made people forget that he was still a handsome boy.

With the sound of iron hooves and smoke and dust, Yang Jian came slowly, looking at the king who had never begged for mercy at this moment, "Your Majesty was joking, look at me, are you here to escort me?"

Yu Wenchi narrowed his eyes so that people couldn't see the expression in his eyes. The moonlight poured down on his shoulders, and his silver armor added a bit of coldness, but he didn't look at Yang Jian, but just looked at the woman behind him through Yang Jian, " The queen also came to see me off?"

She trembled slightly, without saying a word, she stood facing the wind, her belly was already a little big, but today, she was going to kill her father who was of flesh and blood in her belly.

"My lineage of Yuwen is not only the prince in the womb of the queen. Sui Guogong, believe it or not, if I die today, King Jin will ascend the throne in an instant, and hundreds of thousands of cavalry will crush your entire Suizhou." He looked indifferent, as if he was not Talking about his own life and death.

There are many soldiers and horses, and the smell of blood is particularly pungent.

"I will let Yuwen have only the queen's son." Yang Jian said firmly.

Yuwen laughed late.

What Yang Jia hates the most is his smile, as if it has nothing to do with him, and it seems that he is such a person who doesn't care.

But a long time ago, so long that she had forgotten that Yu Wenchi was still the sun in the sky, so warm that people flocked to him, but thinking about it today, he is still an unattainable sun, the closer he is, the more he will be hurt... …

She put her hand firmly on her swollen belly, as if those things were still yesterday.

"When Jia'er has a child, I will take him to practice literature and martial arts, teach him benevolence, righteousness and morality, so that he can rule the world..."

Unfortunately, that was just a dream.

Yang Jian has not drawn his sword for a long time, but today, with the sword in his hand, it is still very smooth.

The fight was quick, with blood splattered on Yu Wenchi's face, and he never retreated, "Little uncle, you are old." He still called out to Yang Jian as in the old days, raised the knife in his hand, and killed the general of the Yang family, but in the end he was alone .

"Father!" Yang Jia suddenly shouted.

The wind blows up the fallen leaves, and the phoenix tree sings in the air.

Her tears were still wet, and she grabbed Yang Jian's arm, "Please spare his life."

"You are crazy, if you don't kill him today, in the future, he will kill all of our Yang family!" Since his face was torn apart, Yang Jian naturally knew that Yu Wenchi would never be allowed to walk out of June Mountain alive.

Yang Jia knelt down in vain, biting her thin lips with her white teeth. In the past, some people said that she resembled the Dugu Empress back then. She was always happy. Today she knows that she has neither the ability of her aunt to manage the world, nor the decisiveness to kill the enemy, she can't learn it...

The red dress was so dazzling that it seemed that people couldn't see the blood spattered on her clothes.

She really, really failed.