Ghost doctor: Princess please come to the throne

Chapter 848 A tooth for a tooth, an eye for an eye

Chapter 848: A tooth for a tooth, an eye for an eye

After Ling Xiyue and Bei Chenyan ended the crisis at Gubeikou, they led the troops southward to Mingbeiguan.

After a year, the two returned hand in hand, and returned to the place where they parted ways. Tianlin's army has been retreating and retreating. Now, it's time for Xi Lan to know what an eye for an eye is.
Xilan's 30 troops stationed at Mingbei Pass have all been wiped out outside Gubeikou. That elite soldier was Xilan's spear, which was ready to fight to the death. Now it has been ruthlessly broken.

Tianlin's army, under the order of their king, keeps gathering outside Mingbei Pass.

With the passage of time, in less than three months, from a general who defended the city with [-] people, he gradually became a sharp blade showing its edge.

Infantry, cavalry, crossbowmen, heavy armor... 30 troops, outside the city where the soldiers will walk, the yellow sand is like smoke billowing, like black thunderclouds, gathered outside Mingbei Pass in Xilan, ready to go!
When the hidden sword is out of its sheath, it will surely astonish the world.

It seems that everyone feels that this is the end of the Xilan Dynasty.

Emperor Tianlinyan ordered people to call out to the city outside Mingbei Pass, saying that the soldiers would not be killed if they surrendered, but the guards of Mingbei Pass would reply: We would rather die than surrender!

The city guard of Mingbei Pass looked at the Tianlin army that was constantly gathering outside the city, with a strong sense of desolation in his eyes, a feeling of desolation that no one can reverse his ascension to heaven at the end of time, full of frustration and helplessness.

An unprecedented sense of panic shrouded Xi Lan.

No matter whether it is the high-ranking officials and nobles above the temple, the soldiers in the army, or the common people at the bottom, everyone is aware that the dynasty that has been glorious for thousands of years and has a long history is about to call its curtain call on this stage of history, and everyone has seen that there is no way to recover.

So much so that Long Xiang, who had always regarded himself as an ally of Xilan, was silent at this time, and died in the southern battlefield.

They wisely chose to retreat bravely. Xiling Moqian single-handedly pushed the Xilan Dynasty into this muddy and irreversible vortex, but now he is watching the fire from the other side, with an attitude that has nothing to do with it.

This man is the real executioner!

It's also the same, Xilan's up and down, it's not Bei Chenyan and Ling Xiyue who are at the foot of the city, not the current enemy Tianlin dynasty, but Long Xiang, Xiling Moqian, scolding them for their treachery and betrayal of their allies at the moment of life and death.

Outside the Mingbei Pass, war horses galloped, their footsteps trembled, and the yellow sand they brought up made the sky look foggy.

In the black king's tent, Bei Chenyan and a group of generals gathered around the sand table made of yellow sand, beeswax and fine stones to discuss the siege strategy. The flags were densely covered, and a sheepskin map hung vertically next to it, showing the city of Ming Beiguan. The terrain is clearly described.

When Ling Xiyue walked in, everyone turned their heads and called out "Empress Empress" respectfully.

"Yan..." Ling Xiyue waved her hand to signal that everyone needn't be too polite, and walked to Bei Chenyan's side, smiling beautifully.

Today the woman is wearing a strong purple dress, outlining her slender and exquisite body, which perfectly complements Bei Chenyan's tall figure in black armor.

She went to Bei Chenyan and said, "I just received a letter from Leng Feng from Qingzhou that the largest batch of black fires will arrive in about half a month, and he will escort them personally, as long as the hundred tons of black fires are in place , nothing will go wrong.”

"That's great..."

All the generals looked at each other and smiled.

He thought to himself, the empress is different when she comes back, it is such a big deal to mobilize a batch of black fire casually!
Even if Mingbei Pass is called Tianyue Pass again, their 30 elite divisions, under the leadership of the emperor, will surely be able to break through, it is only a matter of time, but with the blessing of the black fire, they will definitely win It was as easy as pie.

Bei Chenyan looked deeply at his little wife with dark pupils, there was an undisguised gentleness between his stern brows, "Thank you for your hard work."

Ling Xiyue glanced at him with a smile, "Go ahead." Then she waved her hands and turned around to leave the tent.

She came in and told everyone that she didn't want to read those boring siege plans anymore.

"Your Majesty, the old Hou Ye's family letter."

As soon as he got out of the king's tent, he bumped into the army messenger head-on.

Ling Xiyue took it in a cold sweat, knowing what was written without even reading it.

When she received the old man's first reply letter, Ling Xiyue couldn't wait to open it, wanting to feel the love from her grandfather, but it turned out that she really thought too much, so she was caught off guard and scolded, it was bloody Get showered.

What does not fight for three days, go to the house to expose tiles, what is the monkey boy who jumps up and down, what scares the old man to have a heart attack, what... and so on, it is not difficult to see that the old man is a good writer.

Across the thick stack of letter paper, Ling Xiyue could feel that the old man's saliva was about to spray on her face.

Afterwards, every now and then, the old man's letter was delivered rain or shine, and the woman's relatives were even more disciplined. Ling Xiyue also changed from the initial expectation and joy to a trembling little one.

It's rare that he didn't scold her this time.

Maybe it's because I'm tired of scolding, the old man's letter this time, just a few simple words, telling her that the weather is cold and it's hard work for the army, she must remember to wear more clothes, don't be like a three-year-old child, go crazy Don't take it seriously.

Ling Xiyue looked at it, the corners of her mouth turned up unconsciously, the curved arc was like a crescent moon.

In order to prevent the old man from being bombed again and suspecting that she was missing, Ling Xiyue quickly returned the account after collecting the letter paper, and wrote a reply letter to the old man.

At the same time, he also wrote a letter to Wangdao.

This is also the first time she has sent a letter to Wang Dao since she recovered her memory.

Although Ling Xiyue had some complaints about Bei Chenyan's death from her and let her marry Nalan Xueyi, in the end, she couldn't really blame her father and the elders of the priest clan.

They just wanted her to live...

Especially the high priest, she never expected that the high priest would pass on all his life's skills to her.

She had always disliked this old man who was stubborn and conservative to the core, but she didn't think that he would almost risk her life in order to save her.

Ling Xiyue never thinks that she is a good person. On the contrary, she is the one who holds grudges the most. It is no exaggeration to say that grievances must be repaid, but she also knows how to be grateful, no matter whether the high priest did it because she is a direct descendant of the Huangfu family, or someone else. , he always did.

She has a steelyard in her heart, and these are all recorded on it.

Perhaps it was because of the accumulation of these little things, or maybe it was because of her experience of life and death in that world, she finally had a sense of belonging to the Huangfu family and Wangdao, which was also her home.

Not only her father, but also some clan members who really cared for her.

During this period of time, ignoring the news from Wangdao was regarded as alleviating the small complaints in her heart about their lying to her.

Replying now is a write-off.

What she said was not only this, but also all kinds of grievances and grievances in the past.

(End of this chapter)