Domineering female general: The evildoer is too black-bellied

Chapter 276
Above the nave, the voice of singing long live, directly overwhelmed the thick snow that covered the sky.

No matter how beautiful the elegy that unofficial history can compose, but in the honest history books, it is only, but, written in a few strokes.

In the past few years, the years of emperors that have been eulogized by the world's population are nothing more than a page in the history books.

Mu Liu, no, now, perhaps, it's time to call him Rong Qi.

At this time, he was alone, standing on the high-level and wide platform conferred by the Northern Border Kingdom. Behind him, a few steps away, standing quietly was the Great Chu Kingdom, Mu Li.

Looking up at each other, they are destined to experience the ups and downs of half a life together. During the period, the wind and rain are precarious and unstoppable, but it is the fate of the two who cherish each other.

The price of this fate is, again, the bloody storms of several dynasties.

A pool of spring water, a cup of blue waves, red waves and green stamens, two rivers of flowers blooming.

This time, Mu Liu stood under the majestic yellow sand canopy, overlooking the entire capital of Northern Xinjiang.

Not far away, Mu Li was wearing an intricately embroidered red robe of the Great Chu Kingdom, and the gorgeous dress on his body was in full bloom like a peony in a prosperous age.

With tears in her eyes, she smiled without fear at this moment.

All of a sudden, in the hall, golden sounds and drums, and the sound of bells and music arose everywhere.

The northern border country, already, has not seen such a peaceful color for many years.

This time, the resplendent and resplendent 'Taohua Palace' has been renovated everywhere. At this moment, in the palace, a grand banquet is being held for Mu Li, the Great Chu Kingdom.

Listen, then, in the inner hall, there is the sound of silk and bamboo, and outside the hall, there is the sound of string music, playing softly, palace lanterns, osmanthus trees, flowers blooming just in time, complementing each other, red gauze warm tents, swaying and fluttering in the long hall inside and outside.

In the hall, there are dancing girls from the border country, dancing gracefully and beautifully. In the hall, there is mellow Chu wine, which is spreading out the intoxicating fragrance.

Mu Li, the Great Chu State, was holding the first-class golden seal of the noble lady of the northern border, and slowly raised his steps, step by step on the high jade steps, until, at the palace, he slowly raised the golden seal ribbon in his hand above his head .

Immediately, in the hall, the voice of the mountain shouting: "Thousands of years" can be heard endlessly, and the sound is more real than the sound.

Look, in front of you, the cold jade belt, the royal blue silk thread embedded in the golden cloud pattern, and the golden phoenix koi are symbols of the authority and nobleness of the royal family of the Northern Border Kingdom.

Holding this power, although Mu Li was unwilling in his heart, he still couldn't turn it around. Mu Liu, who was in front of him, finally agreed.

Accept him, now, everything he has given to himself, and also, accept, his love for himself.

Finally, I heard: a sound, the bell ringing, on the outside of the "Dianlong Palace", the magnificent mountains and rivers of the northern border country are reflected in the eyes.

She loves him like this, and loves his world together with her country. From now on, what he loves will never be humble again.

When the time comes, the curtain is drawn down, and the room is darkened every inch of the bright light.

At this point, both the Northern Borderlands and the Great Chu, have studied the national book together, and made an oath: From now on, the Northern Borderlands and the Great Chu will have no more wars, and will never fight each other.

At the gate of the capital, dragon flags embroidered with the word "Rong" were erected one after another along the blood-colored warm palace wall.

The morning horn sounded, and the soldiers guarding the city pushed open the heavy blue-colored vermilion lacquered wooden red door, letting the golden-lacquered copper door nails glow mysteriously outside under the early sun.

Since then, there has been no war between Northern Borderland and Great Chu.

(End of this chapter)