The Queen of War

The autumn moon looked at the vast rain and couldn't help frowning. What she has to think about now is where to spend the night tonight? Do you really want to sit outside all night? She grew up in Taohua mountain and lived in the wild with Zhong Wuyan for several days. This hardship is nothing to her at all. However, she is full of fire. She doesn't want Xia Yingchun to achieve her wish.

"The cold palace is neither big nor small. Miss, why can't we find a place to settle down for the time being?" she asked a little puzzled, "she's arrogant in summer and spring, but she doesn't dare to go too far. You're the queen now. Do you have to get her consent to find a room to stay in the cold palace?"

The cold palace is indeed not small, with many rooms, but each one is almost as shabby as Zhong Wuyan's. In fact, even if you live in it, the situation must be similar to that one.

Zhong Wuyan shook her head gently: "silly girl, no matter which room we go to, she will drive us out for various reasons. Can't you see that she just wants us to get wet outside this night? It's her mercy not to tear down the pavilion."

They were talking, but a burst of crying came not far away.

"Who is crying?" Qiuyue listened and widened her eyes vigilantly. A pair of round eyes are shining with beautiful light in the dark night.

Zhong Wuyan listened carefully for a while and said softly, "it's not crying, it's singing."

"Singing?" Autumn Moon couldn't help pricking her ears and listening carefully.

It was a woman's voice. It seemed to be crying, but when I listened carefully, I was singing. It was really a long song when crying.

"After the rain, the water is bright, and the tide returns to the shore with sand. The leaves are cold. They fly through the window screen. Look at the west wind blowing the world, blowing me and falling to the end of the world.

Lonely, ancient and luxurious, black clothes and slanting sun. Who does Yan enter when it says rise and fall? Only countless wild geese and bright moon come from the south to stay in Luhua. "

That song sounds very bleak. The singer should have countless sorrows. Zhong Wuyan doesn't understand how a sad woman can sing and cry? Among them, there are many unspeakable sufferings.

Zhong Wuyan looked for the sobbing song and slowly looked for it with a red oil umbrella.

I saw a white haired woman singing under a hibiscus flower. Her white hair was like silver, and her white clothes seemed to be picked from the top of Tianshan Mountain. It was awe inspiring. The cold rain knocked down the fiery red petals, and the petals fell gently like butterflies on the white haired woman's hair and white clothes, like drops of blood.

"Is it a ghost?" the autumn moon saw it and hid behind Zhong Wuyan.

Zhong Wuyan looked at the white haired woman, walked forward slowly, and covered the cold rain for her with a red oil umbrella.

The white haired woman was slightly stunned, and then turned away. Seeing Zhong Wuyan's face wearing a gold mask, she screamed with fear.

"Ghost!" the white haired woman screamed at the sight of Zhong Wuyan.

The shrill voice startled Zhong Wuyan. For a moment, she didn't understand that the ghost in the white haired woman's mouth was talking about her or the woman herself?

The woman was thin, but she was wearing a very wide white dress. In addition, her white hair was like snow, and there was a cyan tattoo on her pale face. Obviously, this woman has committed a crime before she has this mark. However, a woman with such a brand, why did she appear in this cold palace?

The white haired woman couldn't help but step back. In her dry eyes, there was a light of fear.

At the sight of the woman's face, the autumn moon was frightened and screamed, "there's a ghost, miss!"

Just startled by the white haired woman, Zhong Wuyan was frightened by the scream of autumn moon behind her.

Listening to the screams of the autumn moon, the fear on the white haired woman's face gradually disappeared. She thought that in this world, there were women who were longer and more terrible than herself. She felt much more comfortable.

"Who are you and why are you here?" the white haired woman put away her fear on her face, but her voice was still trembling slightly.

This woman should be a stunning beauty when she was young. Although years have pickled her, her beautiful facial features have not changed. However, the tattoo completely destroyed the beauty of her face.

The autumn moon hid behind Zhong Wuyan and said loudly, "this is the queen today! The queen has the protection of gods. Don't mess around, you female ghost. Otherwise, be careful that you will be driven to the 18th floor of hell and never be reborn!"

After listening to the words of the autumn moon, the white haired woman flashed a cold light in her eyes. She rushed up madly and strangled Zhong Wuyan's neck.

"Zhong Wuyan, are you Zhong Wuyan?" the woman shouted wildly, like a runaway lion, "you vicious woman, give back my brother Wang's life!"

Her strength was so strong that Zhong Wuyan could hardly breathe.

Zhong Wuyan's eyebrows moved slightly, and with a slight push, the white haired woman fell to the ground and fell into the dirty sewage. The snow-white skirt suddenly became dirty.

"Are you from Yan?" Zhong Wuyan asked coldly, looking at the woman's face quietly.

The woman's accent obviously has the taste of Yan people. Years of war have made the seven countries intermarry, so women from foreign countries can be seen everywhere in the palace. This woman, obviously, should be from the state of Yan.

The white haired woman slowly raised her head, and her dry eyes flickered in the messy white hair, revealing the light of anger and killing.

"You wicked ugly woman, why did you destroy the state of Yan?" her voice was shaking, and her body was shaking violently. "No wonder God gave you such an ugly face. It turned out that you have such a snake and scorpion heart! I curse you, curse you not to die!"

The woman was obviously a very cultured woman. She scolded Zhong Wuyan with the most vicious words she knew. However, she is still not good at swearing. Any subjugated woman would probably be more vicious than she scolded.

"How dare you say my mother is ugly?" Qiuyue sneered. "You didn't take care of your face by peeing. You don't have the face to talk about others?"

After hearing this, the white haired woman subconsciously stroked the tattoo on her face, and a faint sadness flashed in her eyes. However, this sadness is only fleeting, and then it is replaced by anger and hatred.

"I'm ugly. Anyway, I'm already half buried in the loess." the white haired woman sneered, "but what about you Zhong Wuyan? In your young age, you have to keep the empty curtain alone. Just cook slowly. When you have no use value, Tian Bijiang will drive you out of the palace without hesitation!"

She dared to call Tian Bijiang's name. Obviously, this woman's identity is unusual.