Refuse To Be King's Consort

In 332 years of the great Xia Dynasty, in September, the imperial capital of the Xia Dynasty ushered in bad news. The old Xia king died in the palace of the imperial capital.

Three months later, winter is coming, and three months of mourning are over in summer. Sima banquet, a portable hand, ascends the golden stage together.

In the city of Lanzhou, the land of Lanzhou is covered with snow. However, the harvest of a year for the common people has been hoarding at home, so they can stay at home and hide in winter. Spring sowing in the coming year.

At present, Zhou Yi's house is full of joy. Ding Qi, who is one year old, wears two pigtails and a goose yellow cotton coat wrapped with rabbit hair. He is learning to walk, which makes the whole house happy.

"Qi'er. Qi'er, come to Aung! "

"Qi'er. Qi'er, come to the uncles

"Qi'er, Qi'er, come to grandma's side!"

The adults gathered around the child who was carved of jade and powder. They clapped their hands and walked with the child.

Tiny Ding Qi inherited his mother's delicate skin. Inherited the father's deep eyes, pink mouth slightly pursed, looking at the group of crazy adults. Feet in embroidered cotton boots stand trembling. It's hard to make a choice for that embrace.

Finally, he called "a Niang" vaguely, and then started his steps. Even ran more than ten steps into Ding Feiyu's arms.

"Cut, boring, not come to me every time!" The king howled. Every time, the girl either threw herself into her mother-in-law's arms, or threw herself into aunt a Chun's arms, or she didn't come to him. White pain this girl!

"Young king. You see you're dressed in black. That girl will be moved when she sees you Aunt a Chun said with a smile.

"This is the dress of our archers. What can I do?" Jing Bi looks at Ding Feiyu with hatred.

"I didn't tell you to sew all the armor on the skin. If you leave your post, you will be taken off. You love to dress up, and I can't tell you! " Ding Feiyu said with a smile in his arms.

"Who am I going to show you?" Jingbi muttered.

"You can do it yourself, the big girl and the little daughter-in-law in Lanzhou city. There are many admirers of you Aunt a Chun then turned around and teased Ding Qi in Ding Feiyu's arms and said, "our little girl has made progress today. She has run several more steps."

"Aung, please take care of Qi'er for me. I'll go out and have a look." Ding Feiyu put Qi'er into aunt a Chun's arms and went out to the door.

Jingdu looked at Ding Feiyu's figure and said: "time has come again. She must go to see if there is any letter from Aksu plain!"

"Go, what do you know, young man?" Auntie a Chun slapped Jingli's armor and motioned him to shut up! But it is strange to say that the child's father has only sent a letter so far, and he has never been there.

Ding Feiyu stood at the door, opening the door, the wind and snow face hurt. The red cloak with a hat went straight into the white road.

Qingya, what's wrong with you Ding Feiyu looks at the gray sky. Her heart has not been in peace since half a year ago. She must wake up at midnight every night.

The neigh of the war horse cut through the snow sky. Ding Feiyu's heart was filled with expectation, and then he stopped the man who sent the express: "what's the express today?"

"The new emperor ascends the throne Someone reported.

"Oh, I know. Is there any news from Aksu plain?" Ding Feiyu asked.

"Yes! On the Aksu plain, our army and Chu Yue fought three battles, two victories and one defeat! "

"Did anyone get hurt?" Ding Feiyu asked nervously.

"Sun Shangshu is OK!" The messenger gave a good smile.

A sudden jump of the heart to calm down, Ding Feiyu long breath. He went to Chengguan.

At the sight of Ding Feiyu's coming in the snow, the officers and men on the city pass wondered, "why did Zhou Yi come here?"

"Oh, I have nothing to do Ding Feiyu took off his snow covered cloak with a smile.

On the top of the space, it is a separate room, also known as Ding Feiyu's mini office. She pushed the door into the room, the interior furnishings are extremely simple, only a row of bookshelves, a desk, two chairs.

Ding Feiyu sat down against the book case, opened the drawer, took out a notebook, and carefully recorded the changes of her daughter. She never takes the initiative to write letters to him, but she will list her missing and her daughter's situation in her handwriting one by one.

My husband, when will you come back? Why haven't you seen a letter every month?

Ding Feiyu wrote down his questions and thoughts in his notes. Put down the pen, she can't write, a tear fell on the paper, melting the font just written.

Ding Feiyu's hand covered her eyes. She felt that she was too soft and weak. Zhimu might be busy with the war. Seeing that the fighting in Aksu plain has become more and more tight in recent months, it should be busy. Her husband, especially in the battlefield, can not keep his heart attached to the women behind her.

However, the loneliness like a knife was about to break her down. She wanted to fly to Aksu plain and accompany the herdsman. However, she was involved in another matter if she was not in Lanzhou!Zhi mu, what's wrong with me? lovesickness? It seems that I miss you so much that my heart aches!

After Ding Feiyu left such a paragraph in the note, she closed your book in a hurry. She couldn't write any more. The more she wrote, the more sad she was. The whole book was full of her crying thoughts. How could she get it!

Snow like floating in the Aksu plain, the wind and snow to a bit more intense.

In the army tent, the animal husbandry is as cold as the ice and snow outside. A look can freeze people. This kind of ice and snow reminds him of that painful memory.

The year before last, the woman's whispering on his back made his anger more and more intense.

"Master Mo, drink warm wine, warm up!" Liu Yun quietly handed over a pot of warm and warm wine, revealing the cuff of the hand, the scars were so scarred that people were shocked.

"Go away!" With a wave of his big hand, the pot fell to pieces. Liu yundao sits on the ground, pressing on the white jade porcelain pieces, the red instant gushes out.

The shepherd turned a blind eye, and the woman was the sandbag of his anger, although he knew that she was innocent. Liu Yun's big tears rolled down her cheek. She bit her teeth, covered her bleeding palm and ran outside the tent.

Since the shepherd wakes up, it has changed. It is no longer gentle. Cruelty seems to have become instinct. Liu Yun knew that the change was for the woman.

Outside the tent, Xiang Biao, who wanted to enter the tent, saw the woman running out with her teeth. As soon as he felt hurt, he grabbed the woman's arm and said, "Liu Yun, you are injured again!"

"I'm fine "Big drops of blood fall to the snow, like the cold and gorgeous red plum, Liu Yunqiang is strong enough to be pitied.

"Damn it, you're bleeding!" The shape Biao pulls up Liu Yun's palm, but is frightened by the arm that shows sleeve. The old scar has not completely subsided, and the new one can't wait to appear.

"He's really a madman. You're not Ding Feiyu. Why take it out on you?" Xing Biao roared.

"I said it's OK. I'll do what I want. What's the matter?" Liu Yun took back her hand, and her face was full of sad tears. Her face had long lost the momentum of the gorgeous and elegant group of women in LiuYun pavilion that day.

"Silly girl, go back to the cloud and leave the mountain. If you go on like this, you will kill him!" Form Biao suddenly hugged Liu Yun, and hugged the poor silly woman tightly in his arms.

"I will not go back, I will accompany the man I love!" Liu Yun pushes aside xingbiao and runs away in spite of the wind and snow. Her tears have scratched her face. Her pain will be returned to Ding Feiyu one day. The more Zhi Mu hurts her, the more it proves how much Zhi Mu hates Ding Feiyu.

Xing Biao sighed and went into the warm tent. He looked at the man in the moon white robe and his hair spread out. He closed his eyes and was still gentle. But when he opened his eyes, the dark red of his eyes exposed his cruelty to the public.

"Xing Biao, what can I do for you?" Zhi Mu didn't open his eyes and heard the sound of footsteps and knew who came in.

"Summer is strong, today is the golden stage!" Form Biao bows his head.

Zhi Mu suddenly opened his eyes and laughed through the army tent! He swept all the objects on the book case to the ground, unfolded the map of the summer, trampled on it and said grimly with a smile: "I'm waiting for this opportunity. I have to let summer taste how it feels to sit on the golden stage! The summer is strong, we take the river mountain as the gambling game to come!

"Master Mo, when are you going to start?" Xing Biao asked.

"Not to mention the time, xingbiao's current order is that the world's Mohists gather at Yunli mountain to confront the Chu Yueling family army on Ryukyu Island! Be sure to play Ryukyu Island to occupy an important geographical position when dispatching the camp

"Yes Xingbiao took his orders and went down.

"November of the year 333 of the great summer!" Shepherd alone in the murmur! The date of starting the army was temporarily set on the Shangyuan festival in 334 years of the great Xia Dynasty! This period of time, the summer is strong, Ding Feiyu, you should live a good life!

At that time, he will gather the sun family's warlords in the northwest, his 100000 generals and soldiers on the Aksu plain, and the 100000 Mohist iron guards to attack the Xia Dynasty from three directions, and kill Xia by surprise.

Lanzhou, the shepherd staring at the small territory on the map, his lips showed a cruel smile. Ding Feiyu, wait for me and find you! Before that, whether my shepherd wants to write a book to tell you the bitterness of lovesickness?

Spread out a piece of paper, Zhi Mu couldn't write. Finally, he started with my wife. What he wanted to write about, as well as all the things on Aksu plain, was to write. His shepherd wanted to disguise as if he didn't know she was close to his purpose, and treat her as gentle as before!

"I'll be back soon and wait for me "This sentence should have been very sad, but Zhimu wrote it with gnashing teeth. Yes, he is about to go back, and he will go back on the Shangyuan Festival. Ding Feiyu's forcible seizure of you has become my greatest wish in this life!