Ghost doctor: Princess please come to the throne

Chapter 1030

Chapter 1030: A Life of Sadness

Bei Chenyan hooked her thin lips, "Then let's fight!"

With one order, thousands of troops and horses behind him came rolling like thunder clouds!

"Black fire, let go!" Zhan Yunyang waved the military flag in his hand, and thousands of streamers with flames flew out from the trebuchet, drawing meteor-like tails in the howling night wind.

There was a loud noise on the ground, and monstrous flames exploded on the city tower!
"Boom..." In an instant, on the entire city tower of Longxiang Wangjing, rubble and pieces of wood splashed, creating a sea of ​​flames!
There was a loud noise, and the soldiers and fairies on the city tower flew down in all directions like scattered flowers.

"Ah, run!"

"The crenel here is about to fall!"

"Your Majesty, we can't stand it at all."

The wailing and screaming continued, and from a distance, it looked like a huge fire dragon hovering in front of the entire capital, roaring and wailing.

The Black Vulcan Soldier is like God's help.

The two armies were at war, and in this age of cold weapons, there was simply no force that could match it. Before the melee confrontation, Long Xiang's army was completely overwhelmed by this terrifying deterrence, and threw away their helmets and armor.

First there is the black fire to open the way, and the sky is facing the army, and the situation is like a broken bamboo!
The soldiers were all terrified, they all knew that the general situation was over, and they had no intention of resisting at all, but their emperor didn't speak, so they couldn't surrender, even if they died, they had to stick to the last step.

Xiling Moqian looked at everything in front of him, glanced coldly at the soldiers fleeing in a hurry, and let out a chuckle.

That smile, I don't know if it's a mockery to myself, or to everything in front of me.

Perhaps, this is his fate...

In less than an hour, the tower of Wangjing was breached!
The city gate was not knocked open, but was forcibly blasted open by the black fire. It was tattered and there was only a silhouette hanging there.

Bei Chenyan and Ling Xiyue led the Tianlin army to advance without hindrance.

That night, all the people in Wangjing City closed their doors.

Confiscate the weapons and surrender the troops without killing them.

Ling Xiyue looked at everything in front of her eyes, at the mess where the war had passed, the capital that was supposed to be bustling and bustling, was pitch black, filled with shabby houses, people panicked, and suddenly felt emotional.

From then on, there will be no more wars in the entire Zhongzhou!

Bei Chenyan rode his horse to the side of his beloved woman, met her eyes, and the two smiled tacitly.

That smile is the connection of hearts after thousands of years, containing the same expectation and yearning in each other's hearts.

"Your Majesty, I've searched everywhere, but I can't find Moqian in Xiling." Zhan Yunyang reported to Bei Chenyan after inspecting the entire battlefield.

Bei Chenyan narrowed his dark eyes slightly, and a sneer overflowed from his crimson lips, "He won't leave this place."

Even if he died, Xiling Moqian would die on his throne.

Because here, he exhausted everything to get it.

"Let's go." Ling Xiyue immediately understood the meaning of Bei Chenyan's words, and drove the horse forward.

At this time, Xiling Moqian can only be in one place...

"drive--"

Two fast horses were in front, galloping forward in the dark night, followed by cavalry, heavy armor, infantry, and a large number of soldiers and horses.

On the streets of Wangjing City, there was the clatter of horseshoes, the sound of running footsteps, and the sound of a vast ocean where they converged.

Longxiang Kyoto, the Imperial Palace.

The originally resplendent palace was now filled with gunpowder smoke and raging flames.

"Run, Tianlin's army is coming soon."

"This is mine, mine, let go!"

"This is gold, pry it off!"

……

At this time, the order was already in chaos. The eunuchs, maids, and guards were in a mess, fleeing for their lives in a hurry, and many people were beaten to death in order to fight for the treasure. The huge palace fell into chaos.

At this time, there was only one side, surprisingly quiet.

In the coldest palace in the west of the palace, only the fire was raging, bit by bit, devouring this forgotten corner.

A white shadow stood in this remote Lenggong courtyard, looking at the snarling fire in front of him, his brows were silent.

Not knowing what to think of, a smile suddenly appeared on his face.

When Bei Chenyan and Ling Xiyue arrived, what they saw was this harmonious yet indescribably weird picture.

The Shenyu army followed like a tide, surrounding this cold palace.

"You are here." The man still turned his back to them, as indifferent and gentle as before, as if he was meeting an old friend instead of a life-and-death enemy.

Ling Xiyue and Bei Chenyan looked at each other, and then turned to look at Xiling Moqian's back. She thought that she would find him on the dragon chair in the imperial city, but she didn't expect to find him in this place, which surprised her.

At this time, she suddenly remembered some files about Xiling Moqian that she had read.

His mother was just a humble slave, and his birth was certainly not tolerated by the royal family.

Since the day he was born, he has been in the cold palace with his mother.

This is probably the place...

Moqian of Xiling, that His Royal Highness King Ding who stirred up the world by turning clouds in his hand and raining in his hands, that soft-spoken, chatting and laughing generation of emperors who schemed thousands of miles away, at this moment, dressed in Confucian clothes and plain attire, stood Before the raging fire in the cold palace.

On the verge of extinction, still calm and composed.

For this, Ling Xiyue admired it.

It's nothing to admit the opponent's ability. Although I don't know his experience and don't judge him deadly, but being able to become their opponent has even caused her and Yan to suffer a lot. This Xiling Moqian can be regarded as a character.

It's just that some of his methods and methods made her really disagree.

"Xiling Moqian, do you have any last words to say?" Bei Chenyan said coldly. The man was armored and cold, and his long dark red hair was blown wildly by the wind blown by the fire. His tall body stood at the gate of the cold palace, behind his back Surrounded by the Shenyu army with solemn eyebrows.

Xiling Moqian looked back, looked at the person in front of him, and suddenly burst out laughing, "Bei Chenyan, you're the one who wins in the end, winner and loser, I have nothing to say."

Ling Xiyue frowned, "Xiling Moqian, we gave you a chance to live in peace, but it was your ambition that hurt you."

It's not that they never thought about peaceful coexistence with Long Xiang!
"Hahahaha..." The man laughed louder, looking at the soldier approaching in front of him, he burst into tears.

He pointed at Bei Chenyan and Ling Xiyue, "People like you are born to be masters and are loved all the time. You will never understand the feeling that living is just extravagant hope. You will never understand, like dogs. How does it feel to kneel on the ground and be bullied and beg for mercy."

"I have sworn that I will never let anyone bully or humiliate me, and I will never let anyone have the opportunity to betray me, even if I am an enemy of the world!"

"So, as long as you don't climb to the highest point, you will always be constrained by others!"

Ling Xiyue pursed her lips.

His whole world was distorted, but for a moment, she actually felt sad for this man.

(End of this chapter)