Chen Palace

Chapter 70
The big man was covered in blood, he looked terrifying, but he was still fierce and strong, his blood red eyes glared at him with hatred, Chen Lu was unafraid and walked slowly to his side.

The strong wind blew her clothes away, and there was an awe-inspiring expression between her brows and eyes.

On the hillside in early summer.A golden lingering charm, dense green pastures, creeping and swaying in the wind, she is dressed in plain clothes, in the midst of the killing of gold and flesh, she is like a heavenly being.

"Are you from the Chile tribe?"

Shocked by the unique phonology of her voice, the man raised his head with great effort, but was caught by the icy and snowy demeanor of the person in front of him. He became dizzy for a moment and almost fell to the ground.

"Who are you?"

Chen Lu didn't answer, but pointed to the black Panlong banner behind her.

"It turned out to be the lackey of the emperor of the Celestial Dynasty..."

The big man snorted disdainfully and spit out a mouthful of bloody saliva.There were more than a dozen wounds all over his body, blood flowed horizontally, and his skin and flesh were ripped apart. He looked like a Shura evil ghost.

Yuan Qi also walked in front of him. Hearing this, he was not angry, but said coldly: "You are just our prisoner, don't you feel ashamed to bark like a defeated dog?"

The man let out a "bah", and finally couldn't hold on any longer, leaning against the lying horse, smiling bleakly, but still without losing his heroism: "If it weren't for Hulu's treachery, you southern barbarians would also want to let you go!" My five thousand sons were buried here?!"

He laughed loudly, but there was a sternness in his heroism, two bloodstains flowed from his eyes, but there were no tears in pain, he was a strong man, with a strong spirit, but it was the end of a hero.

Chen Lu looked at the iron arrow feather in her hand, and asked solemnly, "Are you the Jebe warrior of the Chile tribe?"

In the Tatar language, Jebe means sharp archer. The Chile tribe is good at riding and archery. In the tribe, only one warrior in a thousand is qualified to bear this title.

The big man was surprised, but he still shook his head in pain and said: "I don't have such qualifications anymore... The five thousand elites in the clan have already lost all their casualties... Hulu's bandit's plan is about to succeed... "

He said it painfully, and growled towards the sky: "Changshengtian... open your eyes and see!"

A bloody arrow spurted from his throat, and he collapsed.

Chen Lu leaned down, took out the big black iron bow from his palm, and sighed deeply: "The iron bow of the Chile tribe used to scare all the tribes..."

The evening sun finally set from the west, and the golden afterglow gradually faded away.

Soldiers cleaned the battlefield, separated the enemy and us, buried them all, erected trees for a record, and kept them for the return trip.

Chen Lu carried a longbow on her back and jumped on her horse. At that moment, she didn't know whether it was the setting sun or her own illusion. Yuan Qi caught a glimpse, her eyes were full of tenderness and compassion.

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Outside the Great Wall is the summer breeze, but in the capital, it is already slightly hot and dry.

King Jing strolled by the bank of the lotus pond, quietly gazing at the lotus flower under the moon, but felt that the flower flower was like a banished fairy, besides being slim and graceful, he felt even more awe-inspiring and noble, not to be played with.

He took a deep breath of the fragrance of lotus leaves, and the sound of frogs croaked in his ears, making it even more quiet. The shadow of the moon rippled faintly in the water waves, slightly fragmented.

This situation is like a fairy mirror, but it can't relieve the depression in his heart at all.

Unexpectedly, he recalled the conversation with the queen mother during the day...

It was hot in the afternoon, King Jing was playing chess with several Qing guests in the mansion, and the queen mother's order came from the palace, asking him to have an audience quickly.

It's so important, but what happened?

King Jing was slightly surprised, and only entered the Palace of Compassion and Ning after passing through many palace gates.

The Empress Dowager held something lightly in her hand, but it was not her usual Suzhou-Hangzhou painting fan, but a greeting book.

When she saw King Jing, she didn't say a word, she just threw the scripture in front of him.

King Jing took it, looked at a few lines, but said with a chic smile: "These officials are really trivial, and even these things are reported to the higher authorities. Tomorrow, there are a few candlesticks used in the palace, and they have to be reported... ..."

The Empress Dowager didn't answer, but rested her hands on her back, and said coldly: "Look carefully!"

King Jing looked at the two lines carefully, his face moved with horror, and cold sweat almost rolled down his back.

The Empress Dowager saw that there was nothing unusual about him, but she was secretly surprised—could she have mistrusted him?
King Jing raised his head again, his face was already angry, his eyes were like lightning: "The queen mother is suspicious, did I do this?"

The queen mother said indifferently: "A few days ago, your family members visited the Ministry of War and the Ministry of Households. They are really smart and lively!"

Jing Wang listened quietly, and couldn't help laughing: "Mother, you really misunderstood the child. No matter how courageous I am in resisting foreign Confucianism, I don't dare to make any wrong thoughts... But,"

His smile, under the scorching eyes of the afternoon, looked evil and charming: "Those military supplies, no matter the food and supplies, are transported all the way from the capital to the north. If there is a delay, it can only be blamed on God's will. ..."

The Empress Dowager was startled by what he meant, and then she flew into a rage——

"The emperor is fighting on the front line, and you are such a stumbling block..."

"Mother, calm down..."

King Jing stepped forward and carefully supported the Empress Dowager: "I will definitely not take the life of the emperor... I just hope that after this defeat, he will not resort to violence and rest more!"

The Empress Dowager sneered slightly, but she was astute in her heart. King Jing was playing tricks on military supplies. Even if the emperor was not allowed to die in the northern border, he would have to return home in a complete defeat.

She gently pushed Jing Wang's strong arm away, and said with a gentle smile, "I'm sorry...you are really a child!"

Facing Jing Wang's astonished gaze, she said: "You don't even look at it, who is planning and instigating behind this memorial?"

Her voice was as gentle and soft as usual, but Jing Wang only felt that thunder was thundering from the top of his head——

"Your imperial brother has already guarded against it. Now, all your deeds, I am afraid that someone has signed a letter and is on the way to northern Xinjiang!"

……

The shadow of the moon swayed and shattered under the wind. King Jing woke up from his contemplation.

Just wait and see...

The moonlight shone on his face, and under the haze, it seemed that there were countless hazes that were deeply pressed into the ground, and even the lotus rhyme in the clear pond was overshadowed for a moment.

The bright moon is hidden in the clouds, the earth is dark, and the night is already deep.

(End of this chapter)