Proud Concubine Difficult to Train: My Palace Comes from Modern Times

--- But this time, he can tell himself that it is time to hand over the gentleman's words to him ---

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At this moment, Su Shajue jumped down from the cliff, saw hundreds of generals kneeling on the ground, raised his eyes to look at Wanyan Che's figure who was riding a horse and sprinting away alone, Jueyao pursed his thin lips, and his eyes were complicated. flashed.

"My lord, the general was hit by Shayan just now and was seriously injured. He will go to the iron fan without a name. I'm afraid there will be bad luck." Duan Mu's expression was cautious, and a look of worry flashed in his eyes.

As soon as the words came out, before Duan Mu and the generals could react, Su Shajue had already landed on Han Li's handsome brown steed, and took out a fire bag from his arms and threw it into the sky.

As for Nameless Iron Fan, the imperial court intended to take him in. The Black Wind Village was originally a hidden danger for the imperial court, and it was finally destroyed. Since Nameless Iron Fan wanted to save him, he must not be allowed to succeed today, so, ordered Su Shajue and Wanyan Che must take this person down to eliminate future troubles forever.

Hearing the sound of '咻' in the air, since the firework signal sounded in the sky, the elite cavalry guards hundreds of miles away will definitely reach Broken Arm Peak within half an hour when they see this signal, and encircle and suppress the Three-Frog Valley.

Su Shajue's deep and distant eyes flashed fiercely, and he said: "Leave some people to take care of the wounded soldiers, and the rest will go to 'Brokeback Peak' with this king.

Duan Mu listened to the order, and as soon as Yu Jinwei arrived, he would branch into the second team, the first team went to Broken Arm Peak, and the first team dug three feet inside and outside the Three-Furved Valley to search the ground, and took down the criminals who were ambushing in the Three-Furked Valley. "The thick and cold voice burst out, majestic and harsh.

"Your subordinates have orders." All the voices were in unison, and the voice was like a flood, resounding through the Three-Frog Valley.

The setting sun was dim, shining on all things, Xiao Sha was desolate, and a kind of restlessness that had never been seen before was just about to break out.

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'Broken Arm Peak', a precipitous peak, the peak is as majestic and dangerous as an axe, surrounded by white clouds all the year round, and the peaks appear and disappear in the clouds and mists. risk.

At this time, Wanyan Che galloped up on a divine horse, with a stern look on his face, his face was filled with the words of a gentleman, "Drive—" he swung his whip again, and galloped up like a windmill.

The wind was howling, and the wind was stronger as it reached the top of the peak. Wanyan Chejunjun's face became paler, and he had vomited blood three times along the way. With the mountain wind splashing on the steep dust of Brokeback Peak.

At this time, silhouettes flashed across Wanyan Che's mind like moths to a flame, full of guilt and hope filled his chest that was throbbing at this moment.

The scene in front of him was dark and crisscrossed, his body was crumbling, the man's expression froze, he pulled out his waist 'candy', and stabbed fiercely at his thigh. In an instant, the great pain made him regain his sanity temporarily. How can you fall down.

Such a strong thought is like a pillar, supporting Wanyan Che to move forward bravely.

At this moment, the silhouettes overlapped in his mind, right and wrong had turned into dust in his eyes at this moment, and the pride in his heart seemed to be lighter than a feather at this moment.

Regarding the harm done to her, he knew that it would be futile to spend his whole life repenting and making up for it. Even if he died, he might not be able to erase her harm. Difficult to collect".

And to be able to survive until now, he only relied on the unyielding pride in his heart. For him, and for her, if he didn't even have this pride, then what's the point of his life?

Therefore, every time he heard her proudly telling him that he was divorced, he was also shocked while being angry. After such a decisive and flamboyant woman faded from weakness, she no longer belonged to her husband. Himself, it's not that he hasn't thought about letting her go, it's just that it's hard—

While telling myself that I should let her go, that pride was also forcing me to fight for it again, even if it was just a faint hope.

As for Su Shajue, he is undeniably the most ideal entrusted person. He dares to take responsibility and is outstanding enough. He will never forget the scene of them standing together hand in hand that day. The sharp blade pierces the heart.

He knew that Sushajue's love for Junziyan was no less than his own at this time, from the beginning of forbearance and suppression to the outburst, it made him feel an unprecedented threat all the time, making him jealous and jealous, even more so. hate it.

There was a sour smile on the corners of the blood red lips, but this time, he could tell himself that the gentleman's words should be handed over to him, because he was more qualified to love her than himself, and he could also love her when he was buried in the loess for a long time. rest in peace.

Because that's what he owed them.

The horse galloped at an astonishing speed, it took less than half an hour to reach the peak, and Su Shajue only reached the middle of the mountain after the tail. These two proud and outstanding men have put their life and death aside at this moment.

In the howling wind, one could faintly smell blood, Su Shajue clenched the reins tightly, feeling restless.

——Ziyan, wait for me!

On the top of Broken Arm Peak, a white and blue figure is as small as a speck of dust in the clouds and mist of the mountains.The blue shirt is flying, elegant and orchid, and the gentleman is standing with his body on his back, looking at the mountains and peaks, with a calm expression on his brows, such a relaxed attitude, which is quite fairy-like.

The man behind him was all in white, with a silver face on his face, his eyes were narrowed, piercing, and the silver flashed coldly, giving him a murderous look.

Such an elegant and brutal two standing on the side, seem so inseparable.

"You are quite at ease." Iron Fan Wuming taunted the gentleman who was watching the peak and fog in front of him.

For her attitude, it is not so much a kidnapping, but rather a visit to the mountains and rivers, how can a woman be so indifferent in such a situation.

But, for some reason, as soon as he saw her face with the corners of her lips fluttering and her brows stretched, he felt an indescribable sense of frustration, a feeling he had never had before.

Hearing the other party's ridicule, the gentleman smiled instead of anger, and said: "Otherwise, what are you going to do? You shrank away in panic? Or are you scared to death? Since you have come to this strange peak and mountain, why don't you look at it and appreciate it? A journey is also a journey!"

"Hmph!" Iron Fan Wuming snorted, after two days of getting along, this kind of reaction has happened countless times, so many that he felt a little depressed.

"By the way, you've held me hostage for so long, and I'm a little curious why you chose this place?" She hadn't forgotten the thrill of being carried here by him just now.

Such a high and steep mountain, and so steep, why didn't he choose other places but here, if there is no special reason, it is impossible for ordinary people to work so hard.

Regarding the question of the gentleman's words, Iron Fan Wuming did not evade, and uttered eight words: "The revenge of killing one's father is unshakable!"

As soon as the eight characters came out, Jun Ziyan felt his back go cold, his nerves suddenly collapsed, as if he was in a fierce breath, he couldn't help gasping, he knew how much hatred he was brewing in those eight characters.

She thought he was going to use her to save the cottage king, but she didn't expect to stage a show of revenge and blood hatred here, which surprised her a little.

"He has been hiding for 18 years, and I have been looking for it for 18 years. Now it's time to end it."

The gust of wind blows, whistling, scratching the skin like a knife.

Iron Fan Wuming stretched out his hand to caress the cold silverware on his face, his eyes became more murderous, the iron fan in his hand opened and closed, Sen Ci's voice was filled with strong and difficult hatred.

A scene of wildly burning silhouettes appeared in his mind, a plaque flying with the words "Unknown Name Village" was surrounded by fire, and in Yizhuang, [-] people died in the fire and wept frequently. Although he survived in the underground kiln, his damaged face was destroyed. At that moment, he vowed to kill this person to comfort the spirit of his father who was brutally murdered by Luo Wuya here.

Jun Ziyan was stunned by the hatred in his eyes, and just about to say something, the sound of horseshoes behind her made her turn her head abruptly.

However, when he saw the man on the black horse, his usually clear eyes suddenly dimmed, his disappointment was hard to hide, he felt blocked in his heart, absolutely, didn't he come?

When Wanyan Che arrived, he had already seen the two people standing here on the top of the peak. When he saw Jun Ziyan, his cold eyes were ecstatic, and he lost his voice: "Yan'er——"

Looking around, Jun Ziyan noticed that the corners of his mouth were bloodshot, and there was blood oozing from his thighs, but he still insisted on coming here.

When this scene came into view, Jun Ziyan suddenly had mixed feelings, changed his usual indifference towards him, and smiled lightly: "I'm fine, don't worry."

With this smile, Wanyan Che felt his heart was filled with a ray of sweetness, so strong that it couldn't be melted away.

Suddenly, his expression turned cold, and he said to Iron Fan speechlessly: "Let her go, Luo Wuya has already brought her here."

"Hmm——" Luo Wuya thought that someone had rescued her, so she shouted in ecstasy, but she didn't know that her own death was imminent.

"Put him down, and you can take her away." Iron Fan Wuming held Jun Ziyan tightly in his arms, and when he saw Luo Wuya, fierce stings burst out from his eyes, like a blood-devouring cold blade, Exuding the most soul-stirring spirit.

For a moment, Wanyan Che was also stunned by the murderous look in his eyes, but even though he was unwilling to let the person he captured be rescued, he still threw it out without hesitation. In his heart, there was nothing better than the words of a gentleman. life is important.

At the same time, Jun Ziyan was also roughly pushed out of his arms by Iron Fan Wuming, almost falling to the ground in embarrassment. Wanyan Che's eyes were startled, and he dismounted quickly to support Jun Ziyan, but unexpectedly, the injury to his thigh was pulled, blood was gurgling, his forehead The cold sweat on the temples overflowed, but he didn't care about it.

"How is it? Are there any injuries? Was he rude to you?" Wanyan Che looked at Jun Ziyan carefully, saw her pale face, and asked anxiously.

"I'm fine, don't worry, your injury is worse than mine, don't worry!" Jun Ziyan looked at his wound and frowned, even if she was tired of the man in front of her in the past, she couldn't do it at this moment Be indifferent.

"It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter, as long as you are safe, I can do whatever you want Wanyan Che to do." Wanyan Che laughed, and hugged her tightly, hugging her so tightly, it was like getting the most precious thing in the world, He has never had such intense satisfaction on the battlefield.

Such a forceful confinement made Junziyan feel breathless, his thin body was about to be crushed by him, he struggled uncomfortably, with a look of embarrassment on his face, eyebrows frowned, and said: "Let's go!"

Seeing her caring so much about his touch, Wanyan Che's handsome face froze in joy, his eyes darkened, his thin lips raised a bitter arc, hugged her on the horse, and said, "Go back first, I, There are still things!" This farewell may be forever, but it is worth it.

Turning around to look at Iron Fan Wuming, who was facing Luo Wumin's cramp, Wanyan Che's eyes flashed with doubt, and they were instantly fierce like blades. When he thought of Jun Ziyan who almost died in his hands last time, the murderous look in his eyes became even stronger. Well, today, he will kill this person both in public and in private.