Villain: Whitewashing of Life, Empresses Revolt

In an ancient bronze mirror.

Gu Changqing was still sitting in the curtain.

Four eyes met, both looked speechless, and remained silent for a long time.

""

Gu Changqing opened his mouth, but for a while, he didn't know what to say.

"You don't have to say it."

Jiang Yunli's voice was flat, revealing an icy charm.

"You can pretend that this never happened. I don't need you to be responsible, and you are not qualified to be responsible for me."

Her red lips parted lightly, and her voice was extremely cold.

Jiang Yunli seems to have become the iceberg of the past, refusing people and thousands of miles away.

There was a chill in his eyes, and there was no emotion left in his eyes.

The little woman who seemed to be warm last night and confided a beautiful laughter was just a big dream of Gu Changqing.

But obviously, it's not, Hong Yan on the white carpet, drunkenness, warm laughter in memory...

"You go."

Jiang Yunli was cold and pressing.

Outside the ancient bronze mirror.

Qun Xiu sighed helplessly.

Just like Gu Changqing's feeling at the moment in the picture, the bright and warm feeling last night seemed like a big dream.

Last night, it was this woman's indulgence, so she would have the attitude of a little woman.

Now that she wakes up, she still needs to shoulder the mission of the 10th daughter of the Jiang family, and after all, she still has to marry the Ji family, hide her feelings, and face the bloody reality.

In the minds of the group repairs, it is difficult to calm down.

This woman is still cold, still like an iceberg.

But everyone can appreciate the tenderness hidden under the iceberg.

"Hey.""

Qun Xiu sighed softly, and infinite desolation rose in his heart.

In an ancient bronze mirror.

Refused outside the North City.

Wearing a white robe and holding an ancient bell, Gu Changqing set off again.

The mighty army behind him, hundreds of thousands of people, was silent.

Gu Changqing suddenly stopped and looked back at the head of the North City.

On the top of the city, the red clothes are still there.

That red dress was like fire, but the beauty was as cold as an iceberg, watching the army go away with no emotion.

Gu Changqing looked back.

The mighty army behind him also looked back.

Including the Jiang family members who saw them off, they also looked back.

Many people are looking forward to something in their hearts. But in the end, he couldn't wait.

Gu Changqing didn't stop, but slowly left.

Disappointment appeared in the hearts of tens of thousands of soldiers and soldiers, and they followed the footsteps of the general to expedition to the ancient land.

And at a certain moment.

"Boom!"

"Boom! 35

"Dong dong dong..."

Dense drums suddenly sounded like rain, and the momentum was astonishing, like thunder.

The world trembled, trembling in everyone's heart.

Everyone looked at the city head in unison.

The red-clothed girl beat the drum hard, the red dress flew up, and everyone was astonished.

Engraved in the hearts of every soldier.

The daughter of the Jiang family saw off in person and beat the drums in person.

At this moment, the soldiers were united and united, and their fighting spirit was high.

At that moment, Gu Changqing seemed to be touched by something in his heart, and there was a rare stern look in his eyes, but in an instant, that sternness completely dissipated.

He embraced the ancient bell, led the army, and slowly went away in the sound of the drum.

Behind the head of the rejection city, a woman shouted with all her might: "General, triumph!"

Outside the ancient bronze mirror.

Qun Xiu silently looked at the army that went to expedition, and the leader of the black army was dressed in white.

Everyone's heart was touched.

"The Emperor of Heaven has Jiang Yunli in his heart. 35

"Yeah, with that sternness just now, the Heavenly Emperor seemed to want to snatch the red robe from the city's head.

"But he, after all, didn't..."

"Jiang Yunli bears the Jiang family and the blood mission of the Xuanyuan lineage.

"And the Emperor of Heaven, he bears all sentient beings!"

"Now, he already has the qualifications to enter Xuanyuan's ancestral land. He only lacks a chance to get the Xuanyuan sword. If he is desperate for Jiang Yunli at this moment."

"The head of the Jiang family must turn against him. At that time, the Emperor of Heaven will no longer have the opportunity to take Xuanyuan Sword."

"Hey."

The group of repairers sighed deeply.

They understood the sound of Jiang Yunli's battle drums and the reluctance in the sound of 'the triumph of the great general'.

I understood the stern look in the eyes of the Emperor of Heaven.

Compared with the love of life and death, this kind of love that will be strong or not, and has endless fetters and obstacles, is undoubtedly more worthy of people's taste.

Among them, it is bitter, its center is sour, and it is tasteful and sad in the heart.

"I can't believe it now that the Emperor of Heaven will take action to refine Jiang Yunli into an artifact spirit."

A monk sighed softly.

It was good to say that Heavenly Emperor had no affection for Jiang Yunli before, but in that stern look, they read too much.

"But the fact is that Jiang Yunli has become an artifact spirit, the artifact spirit in the burial bell of the Emperor of Heaven..."

Qun Xiu sighed silently.

Although they don't want to believe it, they can't believe it.

But the fact is here, how to explain it.

In an ancient bronze mirror.

Time flies, time flies like an arrow.

As soon as the picture changed, several months passed.

Gu Changqing returned from the expedition, he embraced the broken ancient bell, and his eyes were full of vicissitudes.

The white robe behind him was stained with blood.

Undoubtedly, he experienced a bloody battle, a tragic bloody battle.

Behind him, although the armors were damaged, the soldiers seemed to be in high spirits.

Because they knew that there must be someone dressed in red to greet him at the head of the northern city.

The daughter of the Jiang family personally greeted him.

How many blood and tears, how many scars, all worth 590.

only.

When they approached the North City, the soldiers did not see Jinghong's red clothes in their memory.

It was the head of the Jiang family who personally greeted him.

But at this moment, the hearts of the soldiers were still unbearably lost.

If you send each other, it is best to be in red, if you greet each other, it is best to be in red.

No matter how high the status of the head of the Jiang family is, it is not as good as the red-clothed figure in the hearts of the soldiers.

Reject the North City Head.

There is unabashed praise in the eyes of the head of the Jiang family.

He looked at the man in front of him, patted the man on the shoulder, and sighed meaningfully: "Jiang An, okay, okay!

"This time, you pacified Xichuan in just a few months, and made unparalleled achievements for my Jiang family.

"Tell me, what do you want? Whatever you want, I will give it to you.

Today's Gu Changqing has nowhere to go.

Of course, he never seemed to have any obsession with power status.

He just looked at the head of the Jiang family and said lightly, "Why don't you see the red clothes today?"

The head of the Jiang family, who has always been kind to Gu Changqing, suddenly changed his face when he heard this.

That face is endlessly gloomy and endlessly angry.

"Jiang An, do your job well!

"You're just a general, don't ask more questions if you shouldn't.

The head of the Jiang family walked away with a cold breath.