It's Hard to be a Queen

The wind gradually blowing, blowing cloud haze red long shirt, looking at the disappeared in the sight of the figure, cloud LAN whispered firm confidence "extended night, I wait for you to come back."

On the other hand, there are the traces of the war in front of us.

In a flash, half a year has passed. In this half year, although the northern and southern Xinjiang armies are brave, but due to the prophet of food and grass, and the acclimatization of the soldiers in southern Xinjiang, the Chinese soldiers have made a great advantage, but the disadvantage also happens to be that the number of troops in the southern Xinjiang Alliance Army is not low.

Moreover, the people of Southern Xinjiang are good at using poison. Although the combination of chongluan and miwei, the poison in southern Xinjiang was cracked one by one, but there were not a few Chinese soldiers who died under the poison of the southern Xinjiang.

xinyangcheng

the wind trace attacked the gold armor all night. Under the sun, he was very arrogant and stood on the wall with the wind mark wearing silver armor.

Looking at the distant undulating military barracks in Mobei, the wind trace qianruo looks at the wind trace in front of him for a long night. "My brother, my younger brother suggests that we should set fire to the barracks in Mobei. At this time, the wind is favorable to our army."

He reached out his hand and felt the wind. The wind trace nodded his head all night and agreed with the wind trace qianruo. He turned around and went down the gate and went back to the camp behind the wall.

In the barracks, Fengwen yanye sits in the camp at night and looks at the letter in his hand. The tired meaning on his face disappears. On the letter is Yun Lan's notes, which are full of strong feelings of missing. Fengwen yanye writes back the letter. "Lan'er, I'm doing well in Xinyang. In half a year, the army of Southern Xinjiang in Mobei is trying to break an inch of land in Xinyang. However, it seems that the army in southern Xinjiang can't last long. A battle is expected to take place in March. After March, waiting for me to return, tell our children that their father and Emperor miss them very much."

In order to protect Huayang, his wife and son, and his thousands of people, this one is only allowed to win and not to lose.

Three months later, the army of Southern Xinjiang, which was in short supply of food and grass, finally made a final general attack with the army of northern Mobei. Three months ago, the fire of Fengwen qianruo burned up more than half of the grain and grass in northern Mobei, forcing the Southern Alliance Army to make a final general attack. After more than half a year, the Alliance Army of Southern Xinjiang in northern Mobei received heavy losses, but the number of soldiers was still high It is still twice as many as the soldiers of Huayang. This is an unprecedented battle. The emperors of the three countries personally led the battle, and the victory and defeat were also in this battle.

The sound of the trumpet sounded in the sky, and the sound of war drums echoed throughout the battlefield. The wind traces the night, the gold armor was covered, and huyanxiu, who held the black armor in front of him, and ayalan, who was wearing blue armor.

"Well, are you going to make a final struggle today?"

Riding a fine horse, wind trace yanye, holding a sword in his hand, the sharp blade of the sword is pressing huyanxiu.

"Holy emperor, Ben Khan still advised you to surrender obediently. Ben Han promised not to kill you. You don't have to think about it. This battle must be the victory of the Alliance Army in the southern part of the northern part of the country. Han king, you'd better surrender yourself obediently."

Huyanxiu's eyes were bloodthirsty and excited. He was determined to kill the wind and wait for three years. Finally, he could realize his most real desire. As long as he contributed to Huayang, the two countries could score the land of Huayang. The only condition was that Yunlan belonged to huyanxiu.

A yejialan and huyanxiu worked together to carve up China and dream of spring and autumn.

"Good guys of China, what should we do if foreign enemies invade us."

"Kill, repel barbarians, protect China's rivers and mountains"

"kill"

"kill"

"kill"

"kill"

for Chinese soldiers, although they are at a disadvantage in number, logistics supply is not simple. The Chinese merchants work together to supplement materials, which makes the soldiers strong and strong. On the contrary, the two armies in northern and southern Xinjiang have the advantage of number, but they are all on the top It's listless, so this unpredictable battle is something to look forward to.

The sound of war drums reverberated on the battlefield, and the three kingdoms were in a scuffle. The wind trace extended into the night to meet huyanxiu, and the wind trace was thousand as if it were against ayjialan.

The battlefield is full of blood, almost infecting the blue sky. Maybe it is a kind of irony. In such a bright afternoon, there is a fight. The whole day has passed and the night has passed. The fallen people get up, and the people who get up fall down in turn. It is hard to count the number of dead and injured, but the bodies are piled up in piles.

Wind mark yanye is seriously injured, and blood drips to the ground along the heartbroken sword in his hand. But huyanxiu's body can hardly support it. He looks at the wind trace in the night with shaking posture.

"The holy emperor is really brave"

"each other and"

barely supported their consciousness. Fengyinyanye and huyanxiu once again faced each other. The war lasted three days and three nights, and the blood flowed into a river of misery. Fengyinyanye and huyanxiu stood on the ground supported by their long swords and stood at the edge of the cliff to look at both sides.

Broken silk cliff is a deep ravine in Mobei grassland. There is a torrent of water under the abyss. If it falls down, it will surely die. The wind trace stands up at night, and once again waves his sword and goes straight to huyanxiu. However, it obviously has no original strength. Just as huyanxiu gets up, the long sword in fengxianyanye's hand stabs into huyanxiu's abdomen, while Huyan's mouth is improved The smile is cold,Huyanxiu grabs the long sword in fengxianyanye's hand, and his body suddenly retreats. The wind trace yanye walks a few steps along the end of huyanxiu. However, it is not known that after Huyan's self-cultivation, it is the wanzhang cliff. At this time, huyanxiu's body has been selected in the air, and huyanxiu seems to have intended to take the wind trace yanye off the abyss.

No matter who has thought of the situation, people can't believe looking at the happy mood, Leng in situ, the kings of the two countries actually fell into the abyss.

Wind mark qianruo stabs a sword into ayikalan's abdomen, throws down the sword in his hand and runs to the place where the wind trace falls in the night, but where can you see the shadow of the wind trace extending the night.

And just arrived at the heavy Luan Mi Wei and other people also silly looking at everything in front of them, dispirited kneeling on the ground.

"No, no, absolutely not." Wind trace thousand if tightly cover his hands, try to bite his teeth, do not let himself express more excitement, but the fact tells him that the wind trace really fell into the abyss.

At this time, on the edge of the abyss, the bloody grass was shining with light blue. The blue gradually attracted the attention of all people. This is.

Huayang palace

"empress mother, you can see that there is a letter from her father that says lotus, ha ha." Feng Wen lian'er, dressed as a little pink princess, sits on Yun Lan's legs and looks at the two big characters in her heart. She knows that her father likes her and looks at her two brothers sitting beside her with pride.

"Ha ha. My father loves every one of you, whether xuan'er, yu'er or lian'er, is the treasure in the heart of his mother and father. "

A faint smile appeared in Yunlan's eyes, but under the smile, there was inexplicable sadness. I don't know why. In recent days, I always feel that I dare not feel a premonition on my heart. I don't know why.

"Let's go and play with the brothers. The empress of the mother is a little tired."

"then lianer will leave first. Please go to bed after the mother."

"After the mother, the children's ministers quit."

"My son, please leave."

Reluctantly involved in a smile, cloud and LAN lie on the chair, only feel eyelids more and more in, finally sleepy hit, gradually sleep in the past.

Is Laner a dream? Cloud haze opened his eyes, looking at the white around a piece, where is this?

"Lan'er."

At this time, the business of wind marks extending the night came from all directions. Gradually, a figure appeared in the sight of Yunlan. The white world and the white long clothes were as beautiful as the wind trace extended night for the first time, and the evil spirit was unruly.

"Lan'er"

the wind trace stretches out his hands and gently touches the cheek of Yunlan in the house, and leans down to attach the delicate touch of "Lan'er, you must be good in my absence."

"Fool, what are you talking about? The war is over, and my children and I are waiting for you to come back."

Lying in the arms of the wind trace extending the night, a sense of comfort suddenly comes from the wind trace's body. Yes, this is her familiar feeling. Only the wind trace can bring her the comfortable feeling.

"Lan'er, remember to do well"

is full of melancholy, but can not say the meaning, cloud LAN quietly lying in the arms of the wind trace extended night, a drop of tears unconsciously shed down. Stretched out his hand to dry the dripping tears, but in the moment of reaching out, the man under his body disappeared.

Stand up, cloud haze looked around, but only a vast white world.

"Long night, where are you?"

Training for a long time, just a piece of white, but can not find any wind trace extended night shadow, that moment of comfort is what, is it just to foil the endless emptiness.

The dream wakes up, but the real sadness makes Yunlan not know whether it is a dream or a reality. Sitting up, Yunlan sits quietly, just sitting quietly.

The quiet space, at this time, a sound and its weak voice attracted Yunlan's attention. The blue color suddenly entered Yunlan's eyes,

squatting down, Yunlan looked at the Blue Earrings on the ground, and the blue light refracted out seemed to be the tears of heaven. Why and why the earrings would break away? This is the mark that she and the wind mark can see in the night. Only one of them left When you go, the earrings will fall off automatically, isn't it.

Yunlan can't imagine. She doesn't want to go on. The wind trace is fighting for China all night. How can she think of such a bad thing.