Very few people know about this secret meeting between the empress of the Great Mang Empire and the Great Mang Heavenly General Di Yun.

In this age of war and strife, it is natural for people to turn their attention to places that have made a lot of noise. For example, Liuli City, such as White Horse Mountain. And only a few in power would have predicted the course of the war in the future.

After all, the biggest enemy of mankind is the ghost people, not only in the conflict of living habits, but also in the fundamental differences of race. This divergence comes not only from the era of the Great Seal thousands of years ago, but also from a long, long time ago. This disagreement seems to be innate, so it's hard to change. The ultimate way to change is to eliminate one and the other. And that's too hard for both parties right now.

Ziling watched Di Yun put on his clothes and armor, and coiled his hair up.

Because she doesn't have her own hair tied up on weekdays, her hair is not so beautiful.

"You remember, I want the empire to live forever, not in the memory of the world. Ziling walked to the Nine Dragons candlestick, looked at the flickering candle flames, and clenched her fists.

Even though the most powerful woman in the world has used thousands of vicious means to become her current self, she doesn't want to be a sinner in this reckless history after all.

Di Yun stopped, although the woman next to him was much younger than herself, she was experiencing things that she couldn't imagine, and she wouldn't understand the entanglement in her heart.

"I'll try. Di Yun was stunned for a moment and said.

"That's not what I want. Ziling didn't look at him, but shook her head affirmatively.

"I'm going to save Damang. Di Yun took a breath and said solemnly.

"The first autumn dean of Jiuli Academy is at your disposal, with Liangzhou Road as the boundary. The Oni are not allowed to cross this line. Ziling stretched out her hand and opened the heavy curtain in front of the candlestick, and a bright ray of sunlight whistled in through the window, stinging the eyes of the two.

"As for Ji Jiu. If you don't think he's fit to serve under you, send him back to Kyoto. After Ziling said these words, she opened her eyes, and then waved her hand back.

Di Yun was stunned for a moment after hearing Ji Jiu's words, and then quietly exited the room.

Everything was calm again, just as Di Yun had never been before. Ziling pursed the corners of her mouth, glanced at the big bed in disgust, and then took a deep breath.

"Dean, what do you think?" there was no one in the room, but Ziling said such a sentence.

Slowly, someone opened the door again.

A rickety figure appeared in the sunlight and also appeared in Ziling's sight.

Jiuli Academy, Dean of Yiqiu.

There was no doubt that Yiqiu had heard all the conversations between the two and had heard the whole process, but Ziling did not blush.

There was no embarrassment and discomfort in the room, but a little more dignified.

With the realm of Yiqiu, there is naturally no need to hide in the room, and he can hear any sound in the room.

Yiqiu walked to the middle of the room, did not look up, and said: "Lao Xie feels that Di Yun has no objection, he is just greedy for your beauty." Yiqiu's voice was a little hoarse, different from before, but it was very clear. 、

"Credible?"

Yiqiu shook his head, "Available." ”

It's just usable.

This general, who ranked first on the list of generals after Lin Jinrong's death, still has some strength after all.

"Do you think I'm reckless and can escape this?" Ziling suddenly became vulnerable, and even her voice trembled.

From the day she ascended the throne, no matter how much pressure she was under, she never left her fragile side to others. And at this moment, when the ghost people were about to be reckless, they finally came to the brink of collapse.

"Da Mang has been a country for thousands of years, and it is not the land that has been established, but the will of the people. Your Majesty, the world of those who win the hearts of the people. After all, he couldn't lose it. Yiqiu sighed, not leaving a moment's gaze on the long legs that the world had fallen for him. Only then did he look up at Ziling: "Your Majesty, Jiuli Academy is willing to die for Da Mang." ”

Yiqiu's voice was very calm, as if he was talking about an extremely ordinary thing, but it was so sonorous and powerful in Ziling's ears.

Ziling nodded gratefully, and then put away all her vulnerability. looked at Yiqiu behind him and bowed deeply.

Kyoto City is close to summer in late spring, the temperature has become hotter, but Liangzhou Road is the best season, the breeze is coming, blowing the kneeless grass, like a green ocean, about 50 miles north of Liangzhou Road, close to the green sea of Wuliucheng, but there are many variegated colors.

The scorched ground, the severed grass roots, the broken arrows that sank deep into the ground, and the traces left behind by the great supernatural powers of those cultivators indicated that a war had just ended here.

This war with the spring together with the advent of Damang, as the spring gradually deepened and stalemate, the ghost clan is prosperous, almost all the troops of the mountain, and several cities in front of Wuliucheng and the Damang people launched a series of battles, a cruel war of nearly fifty years, so that both sides died a lot of people, but the busy people finally forcibly held the defense line of Wuliucheng, kept the Liangzhou Road, and the largest dragon horse farm in Liangzhou Road behind the dragon, the horse of the dragon horse is completely out of this dragon racecourse, if the dragon horse farm is taken by the ghost people, then the dragon horse is equivalent to the abolition of martial arts, the cavalry with a slight advantage is useless, and it is difficult to deal with the ghost people。

This is also the reason why Ziling must block the show in front of Liangzhou Road, Di Yun thought so.

With the strength of the country, the grain and grass were continuously transported to Wuliucheng and Liangzhou City, and there were strong cultivators to help, but in the end they failed to achieve the strategic goal of driving the ghost people back to Zhushan, which was actually not a success for them.

The smell of embers floats on this post-war grassland, slightly scorched and slightly smelly, and not far from the sloping meadow where the earth and mountains are gently descending, there are hundreds of piles of stones, and all kinds of cloth strips are hung on the stone piles, which dance slowly with the spring breeze, and these stone piles are the graves of the ghost people.

It is rare to see the corpses of the Oni warriors, because no matter how fierce the battle is, the Oni will do whatever it takes to bring their dead companions back for burial.

In the nearly fifty days of continuous war, the reckless soldiers did not capture a single ghost clansman.

The reckless cavalry who rode a war horse to clean the battlefield on the grassland, looked at the stone piles in the distance, thinking about the performance of the ghost people on the battlefield, and was a little afraid in addition to vigilance.

Not to be a prisoner, not to leave a companion behind, this is also the iron law of the reckless army, but few troops can do it, even Di Yun's personal guards.

Di Yun looked at the fertile grassland under his feet, looked at the grass roots that were trampled into the dirt by his boots, and slowly moved the soles of his boots, and with the soft sound of Zizi, something almost oily and watery squeezed out of the side of the leather boots, in addition to the rotten black mud, there was now a lot of rotten blood.

Since the start of the war, many people have died, including ghost people and Da Mang people, Wu Liucheng is like a huge meat grinder, throwing the whole person in, and then throwing it out piecemeal, extremely terrifying, but everyone is too late, feeling the horror, because the next big war is coming again, if you are still in terror, then there will be your existence in that lump of meat and mud.

Looking at the jet-black blood stains remaining on the grassland, Di Yun imagined the last battle a few days ago, imagining the picture of those own soldiers falling under the strong bodies of the ghost people, his indifferent cheeks were expressionless, but his eyebrows twitched slightly.

A clear whistle sounded in the distance, and he looked up expressionlessly, only to see a soldier riding a horse hundreds of feet behind the meadow, driving dozens of horses to graze and graze.

The soldier was a little younger, but he didn't seem to be wearing the standard cavalry attire, but he was doing it very seriously.

A flash of relief flashed in his eyes, but then vanished in an instant.

"Summer is coming and it's all coming to an end. ”

Di Yun looked at the grassland in the spring breeze, thinking about the coming midsummer, and a rare relaxed expression gradually appeared on his cold and iron-like face.

This person who has been swimming in the depths of the sea of blood all year round is just a person after all.

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