The Queen of War

When the night wind blows, the lavender gauze curtain is like a broken soul butterfly flying in the wind. The cold moonlight, through the dense leaves, cast a mottled shadow on the ground. The breeze shook the moonlight.

The swallow king was lying on the gorgeous dragon bed, his thick eyebrows wrinkled, as if he didn't sleep well. He hasn't had a safe sleep since the war. Every night, as soon as he closed his eyes, he saw wolf smoke rolling, corpses everywhere, blood flowing into a river, and saw his brother standing in front of him with blood all over.

As long as they have experienced the war, I believe no one will forget that scene. That nightmare pressed the king of Yan almost unable to breathe, making him regard sleeping as an extremely terrible thing. He was afraid of the night as he was afraid of the war. Every time in his sleep, he doubted that he would not wake up again and would be buried in this terrible dream. Whenever the first ray of sunshine in the morning spilled on the cold ground through the Nasi screen window, the Yan King slowly opened his eyes and looked at the warm sunshine, which gave him a long sigh of relief. In his sleep, he thought he would never wake up again, and his heart would calm down only when he saw the warm sunshine in the morning.

However, looking at the warm sunshine, King Yan's heart will be a little lost and think that the nightmare will continue and will appear in his dream tonight. Sometimes, he would rather not wake up. He really doesn't want to repeat this nightmare. This nightmare made him physically and mentally tired. Whether he likes it or not, I'm afraid this nightmare will accompany him all his life. Maybe, until the day of death, he can get rid of it forever.

His dark eyebrows were tightly wrinkled, like two twisted earthworms, his face was pale, almost without a trace of blood, and his broad forehead was covered with dense beads of sweat.

"No, no..." Yan Wang's lips were wriggling slightly, with a painful look on his face, "brother Wang, brother Wang..."

He saw Prince Ping standing in front of him with blood all over his body. There was no trace of expression in his empty eyes. Is this his elated brother Wang in the past? Prince Ping is a rare and beautiful man. He is an extremely gentle brother and loves his brothers very much. If he ascends the throne in the future, he must be a kind king. However, such a gentle and loving brother died under Zhong Wuyan's iron horse.

"Don't go, don't..." King Yan wanted to hold his brother Wang, but he was so stiff that he couldn't even move.

At this time, a dark shadow passed in front of Qian's screen window. The shadow was very fast and light, just like a bird passing by inadvertently.

Yan Wang was having a nightmare. He didn't notice what happened outside.

At this time, Qian's screen window was gently poked a small hole, and a wisp of light white smoke floated in slowly. The white smoke is very light, slightly sweet and smells very good. It is easily ignored when mixed with the faint lily fragrance in the bedroom.

The king of Yan only felt his head getting bigger and bigger. He wanted to wake up, but he couldn't help it.

At this time, a dark shadow flashed in and gently floated to his bed like a ghost. The sharp dagger in his hand glittered with cold light under the jumping candle light.

A pair of cold eyes looked particularly terrible behind the black yarn. That vision tightly fell on the pale face of King Yan, showing a strong killing opportunity.

The man in black is very skillful. He doesn't even have a sound when walking. It's estimated that he can't even catch up with the best cat. He was like a black fog, light and floating. No matter where he went, he left no trace.

The king of Yan was very sleepy, and the enchanting fragrance had put him into a complete coma. He didn't know what was in front of him. He was still immersed in the nightmare and couldn't dial himself.

The man in black resolutely raised his dagger and stabbed the king of Yan in the chest.

At this time, a cold light flashed, and the man in black was forced to stop and flash to one side. A cold silver needle was impressively inserted into the wood at the head of the bed.

"Rainstorm pear blossom needle!" the man in black couldn't help tightening his heart. When he looked back, he saw Zhong Wuyan standing coldly at the door.

A wisp of night wind blew through and disordered Zhong Wuyan's dark and soft long hair. Three thousand worry silk danced in the night wind, just like the graceful willows by the lake, beautiful and enchanting. Her face was very pale, pale as the snow on the top of Tianshan Mountain. Her body was so weak that it seemed vulnerable. It seemed that as long as a breeze was enough to blow her away.

"Zhong Wuyan!" the man in black tightened his heart and his eyes were cold.

At this time, there was a noise outside. The imperial guards held torches and surrounded here.

"Why are you protecting him?" the man in black looked angry.

The corners of Zhong Wuyan's mouth burst into a faint smile.

She smiled lightly, like a wisp of breeze, which wrinkled a pool of spring water and ripples slightly on the calm lake. A ripple, a ripple, gradually return to calm.

"He is my future husband. Why don't I protect him?" Zhong Wuyan smiled faintly. "Can't I help you?"

A look of consternation passed through the eyes of the man in black, and then gradually dull.

At this time, the imperial guards had rushed forward and aimed their bows and arrows at the man in black.

"Don't shoot an arrow!" Zhong Wuyan snapped, and her eyes became sharp. "The king is still in the bedroom. It will hurt him!"

After hearing this, the royal guards with bows and arrows retreated slightly, and a group of royal guards with knives and guns rushed to the front, but they didn't take it lightly. After all, the man in black was blocked in the house by Zhong Wuyan, and the king of Yan was still in the house.

The man in black looked at Zhong Wuyan quietly. After listening to her words, a wisp of smile appeared in his eyes.

"See you later!" I saw the man in black plucking onions from a dry land, breaking through the roof and soaring into the sky like an eagle.

"Shoot arrows!" seeing this, the imperial guards shot arrows one after another.

The cold sharp arrow attacked the man in black like a rainstorm. However, the man in black was very fast, like a black lightning, disappearing into the boundless night.

Looking at the vast night, Zhong Wuyan's eyes exude a strange divine color.

At this time, Tian Bijiang was tossing and turning in the king of Qi palace and couldn't sleep at night.

"What did you say?" when he saw the mysterious man in black, his face showed a look of amazement. "You said Zhong Wuyan saved the king of Yan?"

He couldn't believe the news. Recently, he has been inquiring about Zhong Wuyan's whereabouts. He only knows that she disappeared after burying Mrs. Xia. But no one knew where she had gone. He also wanted to ask about Qiu Yue and Sun Bin, but he never opened his mouth. He knew that in their hearts, he was undoubtedly a thin lover. Without exception, they didn't want Zhong Wuyan to come back to him again.

The assassination was carefully arranged by Tian Bijiang. He spent a lot of money to invite a mysterious expert. He thought that the king of Yan would be in a different place this time. But unexpectedly, everything was destroyed by Zhong Wuyan. He knew that if Zhong Wuyan wanted to stop it, it would be difficult for anyone to take the life of King Yan under her eyes. Obviously, the man in black also knows this. Zhong Wuyan's martial arts are not the highest, but her "rainstorm pear flower needle" frightens everyone.

The man in black nodded slightly: "yes. She doesn't seem to be in good spirits, but I really couldn't start when she attracted the imperial army. In fact, I should thank her. If it weren't for her, I'm afraid it would be difficult for me to retreat."

He remembered Zhong Wuyan's eyes at that time and knew that she intended to let herself back. Although he said so, he was not grateful, because he knew that the woman must have her own purpose, perhaps just to let herself come back and bring a word to Tian Bijiang.

"Well, I know. You can go down and receive the reward." Tian Bijiang's eyes were very cold, but there was no sign of loss.

Hearing this, the man in black smiled faintly, reluctantly saluted Tian Bijiang and turned back.

He was originally a secluded expert in the Jianghu. He didn't like to participate in these things. However, with a lot of money, he decided to go out. Money can make the devil push the mill. In front of Jinshan in Tian Bijiang, he still wavered.

The man in black just walked a few steps and felt a chill on his back. He suddenly turned around and looked at Tian Bijiang in amazement.

Tian Bijiang stood there quietly. There was no trace of expression in his charming eyes. It seemed that nothing had happened.

However, the body of the man in black suddenly trembled violently.

He slowly stretched out his hand, pointed at Tian Pijiang in some amazement, and asked intermittently, "you... Are you Zeng Zi's disciple? You... Why did you kill me?"

Tian Bijiang did not look at him, but still slightly lowered his head.

"Sorry, elder martial brother." his voice sounded very flat, as if nothing had happened. "You have been living in seclusion for many years. Younger martial brother shouldn't have harassed you. However, younger martial brother was forced to do it. I thought you could do it. But I didn't expect it to happen..."

No one knows that Tian Bijiang once studied under Zeng Zi. Even Wu Qi didn't know about it. However, the man in black clearly judged the door he followed through Tian Bijiang's moves just now. However, even if he knew it, it was useless, because his life had come to an end. He even clearly saw the lanterns in the hands of black and white impermanence, which were leading him to the yellow spring road.

With this move, Tian Bijiang personally sent his fellow senior brother to Naihe bridge.

"Ha ha..." the man in black suddenly smiled grimly, and his body trembled even more.

He wanted to make a move to kill the ruthless guy in front of him. However, his body did not have any strength, and his whole body was like being cramped. He was very weak, light and floating, just like a wisp of clear smoke, which would be blown away by the wind immediately.

"Worthy of being Zeng Zi's disciple!" the man in black sneered, "you, Wu Qi, are all passers-by! They are all ruthless guys! Shifu has lost, really lost. His disciples can never compare with Guiguzi's disciples. Because his disciples are not right in mind..."

He smiled grimly, and the terrible laughter echoed in the night sky of the palace for a long time.

The smile on his black face suddenly solidified. He fell heavily on the cold ground with a cold throwing knife inserted into his back.

Tian Bijiang can use throwing knives. Even Zhong Wuyan doesn't know about it. His throwing knife, from Zeng Zi's direct biography, was almost superb. Zeng Zi passed on this unique skill to him alone. However, his study is a secret among the seven countries, a great secret. No one knows except Zeng Zi.