Princess, be nice

Chapter 1532 The heavy loss is over

Xie Ci narrowed his phoenix eyes, and suddenly flew away under Changsun Jing's nose.

"..."

Changsun Jing noticed Xie Ci's movement, moved his eyelids, and flew after him. Xie Ci was in front, and saw Ye Moli whose neck was pinched by Zong Ying, and Zong Ying's eyes were red, not normal , it seems to be insane, and it is extremely frightening to watch.

Biansheng looked at Ye Moli, who was clearly at a disadvantage, and smiled strangely, and his sarcastic smile seemed to be provoking Zong Ying, who clearly had the upper hand. It is a posture to win, but it looks like the last struggle before dying.

Seeing this situation, Xie Ci's eyes moved slightly.

Raising his hand, he forcefully separated the two of them. Even before Changsun Jing arrived, he picked up Ye Moli's back with one hand, carrying sixty to seventy kilograms of meat, as if pinching a feather, Poker face.

No matter what, Zong Ying is always someone close to him. Seeing that Xie Ci had taken Ye Moli away, Chang Sun Jing raised his hand with cold eyes, and a black silk appeared in his sleeve, wrapping around Zong Ying's fallen body. Lift him up.

Xie Ci glanced at Changsun Jing indifferently, then turned back to Daqi's city wall.

Changsun Jing didn't chase after him.

Instead, carrying Zong Ying, they also returned to the city wall of the Northern Zhou Dynasty. They knew each other who lost this war.

Throwing Zong Ying, who was like a lump of rotten meat, onto the city wall, Changsun Jing coughed again and spat out blood.

He ordered coldly, "Retreat."

Unfortunately, it was too late.

The soldiers of the Northern Zhou Dynasty below had been slammed by the soldiers of Daqi, and they couldn't get out of the siege. In the end, there were only 50 of the 15 army, and the loss was heavy.

Xie Ci stood on the city wall, looking at the red figure below with tender eyes, the corners of his lips became more and more obvious.

ended.

In the fifth year of Daqi's new emperor's ascension to the throne, and in the second year of fighting with the Northern Zhou and Linzhao Allied Forces, Daqi ushered in his most proud victory.

One-third of the territory of the Northern Zhou Dynasty was owned by Daqi, and the 22 cities of the Northern Zhou Dynasty, including the most prosperous Sui City, also belonged to Daqi. The third of the world was divided into one-third of the world for nearly a hundred years. There is no other possibility except surrender.

Of course, at this time, Yuan Changhuan was no longer interested in the follow-up matters, and she was extremely looking forward to seeing her son.

As for the personality in himself.

They still have no choice but to take one step at a time.

Xie Ci almost bloodbathed the Northern Zhou camp, but he didn't see Xuanling. He seemed to have evaporated from the world, just like Long Quyuan.

"Are they all so elusive?"

On the way back, Yuan Changhuan asked his thanks in a low voice, his eyes full of confusion.

Xie Ci eased his brows, leaned lazily in the gorgeous sedan chair, heard the lady talking to him, his brows and eyes were calm, his thin lips were slightly raised, and he replied unhurriedly, "If you want to say that Long Quyuan is haunted, that's all. As for Xuanling, heh..."

"If Wei Fu finds him, this time he will definitely be driven out of his wits." Xie Ci said so, as for the actual actions, it depends on whether Xuan Ling can make his wife recover.

If there is a way, Xie Ci would not mind letting him live.

As for how to live...it all depends on his mind.

Here, Yuan Changhuan frowned slightly when he heard Xie Ci's unsalty words, "Forget it."

(End of this chapter)