However, it has to be said that although he is not a good father, he is definitely a good emperor. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info Under his desk day by day, the land of southern Xinjiang is very stable, and in her impression, every time she goes out of the palace, she sees a smile on the faces of the people.

However, even the most stubborn walls will fall. When she thought she could live happily with him, she would watch the sunset every day, watch the sunset, and have a baby. That's why she was so impregnable that the walls collapsed.

The land that Yang Zheng and his father loved, the land for which they have fought for decades, is about to be occupied by other countries in the morning and night. That's when she learned that her country was on the verge of extinction.

At that time, she realized that her father had been blinded by his beloved son.

Still too anxious. His father is such a son, he can't wait for his father to abdicate and secretly win people's hearts. The court was loose, and the most serious thing was that the court fell into an external gap because of this, and they didn't know until the day when they were captured.

Her father's health has always been very good, so good that she thought that her father could never rest all the time, when she was very young, she thought that her father came to the palaces of various mothers, but in order to have a little brother. Because in her impression, he was too tall, he was like an insurmountable mountain, even if she spent her whole life, it would be untouchable. But all this is easily available to her well-fated brother.

Her most memorable moment was when he ran to his father's palace and asked, "Why? Why do you do this to me? I have someone I love, who cares for me, who wants to protect me, but why do you cruelly want to strip him from my life over and over again?"

Go and defend your people, hehe, to put it nicely, there are so many talented people in this court, why do you have to go to him every time you go to battle? Do you know that last time, he was just hit by a sword in the waist? That wound is still glistening with pus! Father, your daughter is selfish, she just hopes that there is someone she loves to accompany her through this life, this short life.

Please don't you ruthlessly deprive it of it? Everyone knows that this wedding was obtained by me who was forced to die. One year, my marriage, my marriage that was not stable at all, only lasted a year. Although it is unstable, if I can get rid of this troublesome world in a few years, I will admit it. However, you are always the most selfish one, and you always say the most righteous and awe-inspiring, but you are never the one who goes to the most dangerous place.

You have both children and daughters, you have the love of the people, you can fill in everything, and all you want is a celebrity for a hundred generations.

Hehe, if I hadn't been forced to die, I wouldn't have been able to imagine what kind of life I'm living now. I know that you dislike Yang Zheng's birth, and I know that you feel that your daughter must marry your right-hand man in order to stabilize your country.

But, you know? I used to think about what my life would have been like if I hadn't been a princess of the royal family, but just the daughter of an ordinary, ordinary family? I thought, no matter what, I would have been happier than I am now? Although, I had to run for my life, and worry about my food and clothing. But, at least, I can have the life I want, no, relying on you.

The world thinks that as the eldest princess of southern Xinjiang, she lives in golden silk. It is true that in my life, I have no worries about food and clothing, and I have someone to serve, all of which depend on you, and even the people I love and the life I want must be given by you. You know what? I feel like a beggar, a poor beggar.

I don't have the ability to take control of my life. This has been the case before, and it will probably be so in the future. You are too cruel, so I won't beg you, I just hope you don't extinguish the last bit of conscience, and don't have only the son who stabbed you fiercely in your heart. ”

She cried, when she ran out of the palace, she didn't know where to go, he wanted to throw herself into Yang Zheng's arms, to plead with him, begging him not to go to the battlefield, not to go to the battlefield that could take his life at any time. But the man she said she loved deeply, like his father, loved this territory deeply, unlike her, only loved herself deeply, and loved the life she wanted.

But how can they understand that if they have the same life as her, she doesn't believe it, she doesn't believe it, they will live better than her. She was strong, she thought she was indestructible, but knowing this moment, she really realized that she was just a fragile woman. She also hopes that someone will love her, and she also hopes that she can be like an ordinary boudoir woman, with the love of her father and mother, the play of her brothers and sisters, and the companionship of her loved ones in the future.

He could only run, to a place where no one knew her, and she could only run, to a place that would not remind her of painful memories. She just wanted to cry alone. She has resented God more than once, why, why let her be born in such a royal family?

Yes, this father can give her food and clothing, food, shelter and transportation. However, the only thing she wanted, he was always unwilling to give, warmth, that's all, if it was just an ordinary greeting, but she never seemed to feel it.

She thought that with Yang Zheng, she would no longer be lonely, and she thought that everything she wanted would come after she got married. However, she was wrong, everything was so outrageous, so outrageous that it was difficult for her to accept,

She kept running, and she didn't know how long, until she tripped over a corpse. The corpse smelled disgusting, the rotten flesh, and the slender worms shuttled through his broken flesh little by little, eroding his already broken flesh, eroding his already ruined face.

She wanted to throw up, she covered her mouth and staggered up from the ground, but she also wanted to cry, and the tears were sliding down her cheeks little by little. She was afraid, she could only keep running, she was afraid, she was afraid to see the possible consequences of such selfish thoughts. She can only keep running, so that she can be so selfish all the time.

She didn't seem to feel tired, until, until she tripped over a pile of grass. She cried helplessly, so she even fled, and God was stopping her. She seemed to want to cry all the tears of her life. And this sadness, she can only bear it alone. There is no one who can share this pain for her.

When she woke up again, it was early the next morning. When she woke up, her body was covered with a familiar dress, this familiar smell, the most reassuring taste for her, who was not his? He was looking at her, and under the familiar face was still as gentle as water.

He smiled and said, "Go home", she smiled too, and obediently stretched out her hand, his palm was large and soft, just like the first time he held her hand, giving so much security. As if nothing had happened, he told her some interesting old stories. She listened, laughed, and complained. It's like nothing happened, everything was so unharmed.

When she told him that she was going to go to battle with him, she thought he would refuse, but he didn't. He said, "If you can't live together, where at the same time?" At least, it won't leave one alone. For two people who love each other, the hardest thing to endure is loneliness. It is better to enjoy the moment of fighting side by side in this limited time, in this unknown life.

Together, they fought side by side, slaughtering enemy troops, straddling piles of corpses, enduring the disgusting smell of attack after blow. Her face is no longer as clean as ever, but blood is stained all the time, but she doesn't mind, as long as he is there, is this He Fan?

However, what she didn't expect, and what she regretted the most, was that it was not fate that first betrayed the agreement between the two parties, but herself. After meeting another him, she found that she didn't seem to love Yang Zheng that much.

He lurked in his military camp and incarnated as Chen Zheng.

The first time she saw him disguised was when an assassin lurked, when she was resting in bed, but her constant vigilance never dared to fall asleep, but the slightest disturbance could wake her up from her sleep.

In other words, in the years she has been on the battlefield, she no longer dares to dream, because every time she dreams, she only enters her dreamland by those ghosts who have been killed by her and come to ask for their lives. Their faces were horrible, and they wanted to strangle her, but she, in her sleep, had no chance to resist.

The sword aura at this moment was very subtle, but it was also noticed by her, she opened her eyes suddenly, grabbed the short knife beside her, and slammed against the assassin's fierce sword. But because the force was too strong and the distance was too short, she was still bounced a meter away by this sword qi, and directly broke one of the tent's supports.

A burning pain in her back came as she hid her gaze through the scattered tent cloth.

The intense pain made her a little uncomfortable, and suddenly, when she thought she had escaped from the tent, she was suddenly held in the back by a person, and she was so frightened that she drew her knife and was about to stab at the other person. But when he saw that the other party had no intention of resisting, not only did he not block her sword, but instead covered her mouth that was about to scream.

"Shhhhh

The Assassin could not see them, but slashed with his sword, it was clear that this was a suicide killer sent by the enemy camp, whether the assassination was successful or not, the Assassin would eventually die, just the night before they came, in order to prevent them from defecting, the arrangers fed them deadly poison early.

With a thud and a silvery glow, the man led her sideways to block it, and the free hand stabbed the assassin at the wrist with a short knife.

The assassin had not been able to see where they were just now, and he had received a solid sword on his wrist. Suddenly blood poured out like a river bursting its banks. The Assassin's eyes turned red, but instead of flinching, he became more excited, and attacked them again with his other hand.

Because the goal was clearer, the speed and strength in his hands increased by a few points.

Can you still fight now?

She nodded, the pain was not so obvious now.

They looked at each other, and they tacitly attacked the Assassin in different directions. The Assassin had already injured one of his hands, and while it didn't seem to cause pain to him, it was still affected in terms of force and speed. And it was her who was the wounded hand.

After a few rounds of fighting, the Assassin was clearly outnumbered, and when he heard the noise of footsteps outside the door and the light of the countless bright torches, he suddenly dropped the sword in his hand, reached into his cuff, and pulled out a black orb the size of a fist.

"Oh no, he's going to blow himself up!" the man frowned, suddenly shouted, grabbed her by the waist and ran out of the tent.

I only heard a loud bang, and the tent that was originally standing collapsed in an instant.

"Nanxue!" Yang Zheng, who rushed to hear the news, saw the tent in front of him that was almost scorched, his mind suddenly went blank, and he shouted her name loudly, but he didn't get a response for a long time, and when he broke into the tent despite everyone's obstruction, he suddenly heard a faint voice coming from the front, "I, I'm here ......"

Looking for the sound, it was on a haystack that was already messy.

"I'm here ......" When Yang Zheng arrived, Chen Zheng had already helped Nanxue under him up.

Nan Xue has no side wounds except for her clothes and hair that are a little messy and dirty. On the contrary, Chen Zheng's clothes behind him were already scorched black. The flesh seemed to be glued to his clothes, and Nanxue couldn't help frowning when she saw the scene behind him.

This wound, without ten days and half a month, I am afraid it is difficult to sleep normally.

Suddenly, Chen Zheng was like a leaky balloon, the hand holding Nan Xue was loosened, and his body was paralyzed towards the ground, Nan Xue quickly helped him, turned around and said to Yang Zheng: "Yang Zheng, you wait for me here first, and I will send him to the military doctor to deal with it." ”

When he walked to Yang Zheng's side, Yang Zheng grabbed Nan Xue's wrist, Nan Xue was puzzled and asked, "What's wrong?"

Yang Zheng didn't look at her, only stared at the weak man in front of him and asked, "Who is he? Why did he appear in the barracks, why haven't I seen him before?"

The man moved his lips as if to explain, but because he was too weak, his half-open eyes closed again after a moment.

Nan Xue was anxious, shook off Yang Zheng's hand and said, "If it wasn't for him just now, I would have been blown up inside." Get out of the way, and I'll explain to you later. ”

Yang Zheng didn't mean to give way out at all, and grabbed the man's collar with his backhand. This action seemed to affect the man's wound, and I saw the man frown in pain, but Yang Zheng ignored it and asked word by word: "Who are you?"

Nan Xue was furious when she saw this, and hurriedly pulled Yang Zheng's hand that was holding the man: "Yang Zheng, what are you doing!"

"It's not that you don't understand the rules in the barracks, don't mess around!"

Yang Zheng stopped Nan Xue's desire to move forward with just one sentence.