Empress Dowager Empress Dowager

Chapter 3 Three Years Ago
"Hmph! The Tartars are so courageous! Anyone who dares to offend our frontiers will be punished even if they are far away! Soldiers, kill! Not one will be left behind! When we return to Beijing, this king will reward us with great rewards!"

The gentle and affectionate treatment towards her just now suddenly turned into cruelty, and he gave the order to kill her, just as ruthless as when he ordered to cut off her limbs and veins and pour her dumb medicine that day.

"Kill! Kill! Kill!" There was a chorus of responses from all around, which was the unique low-pitched grandeur of soldiers galloping on the battlefield, followed by a killing sound that was more brutal than the convoy that the assassin was chasing and killing her just now.

However, Huo Mingzhu could no longer hear anything, and her only hearing in the sarcophagus disappeared in an instant.Her head has been lowered ever since the person beside her appeared, her eye sockets are also hot and humid, and she can hardly find her own soul. Her hands are tightly clutching her blood-stained clothes by her side, and then, in the man's arms Li tried to raise his face and looked at him——

The slender fingers hold a black iron sword, bestowed by the former emperor, and a symbol of the Dayong God of War.

The cold and heavy silver armor had faint blood stains on it, and was also stained with some black soil from the northern border.

A resolute chin, thin lips, extremely handsome face, a pair of phoenix eyes slightly narrowed, staring coldly at the Shura field in front of him, it seems that killing is commonplace, and the only purpose of living is to capture victory!
Looking at it, a tear suddenly fell from Huo Mingzhu's eyes, yes, the man in front of him is Baili Zonglu, the God of War, Dayong, and she knew him even when he turned into ashes... There is nothing wrong with it, what is wrong is just messed up Time, a time that can never be repeated!

She remembers it, and she will never forget it even when she dies—in February of the 25th year of Tianyou in the Yongli calendar, she returned to Beijing from the northwest with her uncle Pingyang Hou. , seeing her die here, Baili Zonglu, who returned victoriously, came here to save her in dire straits, and their fate began from then on...

Perhaps Huo Mingzhu stared at him stupidly, too blatantly, Baili Zonglu noticed it, looked away from a distance, and lowered his head to meet her eyes.Seeing tears in the corners of her eyes, his brows were slightly frowned, and his phoenix eyes were also narrowed: "Are you crying?"

He shed his murderous intent again, put on a gentle face, raised his hand to wipe away Huo Mingzhu's tears, even the blood stained on his face, and said with a comforting smile: "Don't be afraid, with me here, the group of Tartars won't be afraid anymore." I can't hurt you a bit."

His fingers were a bit rough, which made Huo Mingzhu's delicate skin tingle faintly. Huo Mingzhu suddenly closed her eyes, and Baili Zonglu's voice, face, and even the touch of her fingers were the same. It felt like she was still alive. Not bad at all, so what about the wrong time?
"General..." Huo Mingzhu said suddenly, and asked a question that Baili Zonglu didn't expect: "Today...is it the first day of March in the 25th year of Tianyou?"

Baili Zonglu was stunned for a moment, a trace of doubt flashed in his phoenix eyes, then he smiled and nodded: "It's just that... the girl has a good memory."

While answering, he was also joking, as if he knew that she was too scared to lose her mind, and didn't think about anything else.

While talking, there was an assassin attacking from behind, Baili Zonglu listened to all directions, turned around with Huo Mingzhu in his arms, beheaded the assassin, and said coldly: "The Tartars still have such strength? It must be that the ambition is not dead. It is an unforgivable crime to negotiate peace with me, Da Yong, while allowing the defeated troops to invade the south!"

When the assassin fell, a drop of hot blood splashed on Huo Mingzhu's face. She stayed in Baili Zonglu's arms, listening to his familiar steady voice, countless fragments flashed in her mind - soft words, tender feelings, It is full of girlish feelings, talking about marriage, and the joy of the newlyweds are all happy and happy.But once the face was torn apart, the hero of the beloved turned into a Zhongshan wolf, inflicting terrible killings on her body, her limbs were crippled, dumb medicine entered her throat, mercury poured into her eyes, and the world was not working...

Because of the bone-chilling chill and hatred, cold sweat seeped down Huo Mingzhu's temples, his fingers clenched the skirt of his clothes tightly, even though he parted his lips slightly, he still felt out of breath.Thousands of hatreds and grievances stuck in her throat like a poisonous snake, making her unable to swallow or spit out, her body trembled violently, and she was almost unable to stand still.

"What's the matter?" Baili Zonglu sensed her abnormality, and hugged her tightly. Huo Mingzhu could walk on her own, but now she almost put her whole body weight on Baili Zonglu's arm. Li Zonglu didn't notice for a while, and a cold arrow shot from the dark.

With a sound of "stabbing", Baili Zonglu was the god of war after all, with unfathomable skill, he swung his sword sideways and slashed, the cold arrow broke in two pieces, at the same time, the last assassin fell off the horse.

"Girl, where is the injury?" Seeing that Huo Mingzhu's body was limp, Baili Zonglu didn't think about it, he hugged her up, walked west, and shouted: "Where is the military doctor?!"

Huo Mingzhu was held by Baili Zonglu, her breathing was still not smooth, but she gradually regained her sanity amidst the crackling sound of his armor as he walked, her eyes that were originally tearful suddenly cooled down bit by bit, and it was bone-chilling cold--

She died in April of the 28th year of Tianyou, but now it is the first day of March in the 25th year of Tianyou... the first day of March!

Because of love, she will remember the first meeting so clearly, and she will be grateful from the bottom of her heart every year and today.She remembered that on the first day of March in the 25th year of God Blessing, she was 15 years old and met Baili Zonglu for the first time on a bloody battlefield. With his blessing, she survived the disaster and was safe and sound. among!
"General, there are people behind! There seem to be many soldiers coming!" Some soldiers reminded Baili Zonglu.

The rumble of horseshoes was loud, and everyone turned their heads to look. In the dusty atmosphere, Huo Mingzhu squinted her eyes and saw her uncle Pingyang Hou Lin Congyue sitting on horseback, running anxiously towards them.Even though he was far away, he could still feel his concern.

Uncle is alive, not a head hanging on the tower!The world is alive, not the cold despair in the sarcophagus of the underground imperial tomb!Baili Zonglu is alive and well, not the high-ranking Ninety-Five Lord whom she thinks about day and night but doesn't want to touch a single hair of him!

The wilderness is full of dead bodies in a mess, and there are scattered torches, and the light of the torches is being extinguished bit by bit.The east is white, and the dark night has passed, Huo Mingzhu's eyes are full of infinite heat, time can be repeated again, she can return to the age of 15... Since God is merciful, she will not repeat the same mistakes in her previous life!
(End of this chapter)