The prostitute is fierce: the vicious queen does not accept joy

The style on the city wall was very big, Su Yueming squinted his eyes slightly, and looked forward without moving. The prince took off the cloak on his body, and gently put it on for her. The gentle action almost melted people.

Su Yueming said shallowly, "Thank you."

The prince opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but in the end he didn't say anything, and just stayed with her like this.

In the end, it was Su Yueming who spoke first and asked, "If this battle finally defeats King Beiyuan, what would His Highness want to do the most?"

"What do you want to do the most?" The prince's eyes gradually became hot when he looked at her, but his eyes gradually dimmed when he remembered the previous "talk of allies", but there was still a smile on the corner of his lips. , the smile was a bit sad, and said, "The thing I want to do most is to do one thing for Yue'er, anything Yue'er wants to do, I can do it."

Su Yueming smiled and said, "I'm asking about what His Highness wants to do, not what I want to do."

"Your Highness, good news..." At this time, Song Siyuan hurried up from the city and knelt down in front of the prince with a happy expression on his face.

"General Song, why do you like it?"

"Just now the spies reported that the king of the North Courtyard was seriously injured. He has been unconscious since he returned to the barracks. This time, he was hit by eleven arrows in total, and five of them were in the vital parts. It is said that he was completely dead. hope. Once the King of the North Court dies, the Great Qin will lose their myth, and it will be much easier for us to fight."

He is dying?

Su Yueming's heart trembled suddenly, her head seemed to be on the verge of falling, but she still firmly grasped the edge of the city wall, with a calm expression on her face.

The crown prince's eyes fell on Su Yueming's face, the sun shone down, and her face was covered with fine fragments of sunlight. In his eyes, the skin was so crystal clear that it was almost transparent.

Her eyelashes fluttered slightly, hiding something in her eyes.

"Understood, you go down." Without the joy Song Siyuan imagined, the prince only raised his hand and said calmly.

"Your Highness..." Song Siyuan was very surprised, and couldn't help raising his head. Why is the prince unhappy at such a great news?

"Okay, Major General Song has meritorious service, I have recorded it, you can go down." The prince never left Su Yueming's eyes.

"Yes, the last general obeys." With deep doubts in his heart, Song Siyuan left the tower.

The prince raised his hand, paused, and finally wrapped Su Yueming's palm on the city wall. Her hand was so icy and cold, and he said, "Yue'er, doesn't your hand hurt? With such force, the nails are so cold." It's about to turn over, don't use so much force."

Su Yueming was startled, and when she came back to her senses, she realized that several nails on her ten fingers had been cut off.

The wind is blowing harder.

Her body was like a fallen leaf that was about to wither in the wind, crumbling.

At night, she stood up, walked out of the tent, took out the sachet she was carrying, and carefully unwrapped the sachet. The three withered flowers inside were still inside. She raised her hand to touch it, and her fingertips were stained with a trace aroma.

"Chan Juan Hua." She faintly called out, and he said the name of this flower, a very beautiful name, a name that makes one imagine.

Unexpectedly, the thing that was about to be thrown away at the beginning became a kind of comfort at this moment.

Is he dying?

That's the best, as long as he dies, everything will be over, and there is no need to worry about Da Zhou's perishing.

"He's dead for the best," she murmured, laughing.

The night at Longmenguan was extremely cold. At this moment, except for the patrolling soldiers, the rest of the people had already fallen asleep, and the surroundings were completely silent.

If it weren't for the smell of blood in the air, the turbulent fighting during the day and the vigorous blood would have been covered up.