Huang Jie led the more than 2,000 people to retreat into the flying snow and fog of the Black Mountain Pass, and their lives were also uncertain. Ye Renqing single-handedly, looking at the heroic posture of General Xiao Li with bright armor, who was galloping over on his horse, his heart was full of relief.

He held his spear horizontally and stood in front of the Black Mountain Pass, a path that only allowed a few people to pass, and smiled silently.

Once upon a time, he killed Su Rui, and his conscience was difficult for the rest of his life. Now it is better to pay for his own life than to dream back at midnight, and Su Rui walks into his sleep again and again.

Suddenly, General Xiao Li's horsemen had already rushed in front of Ye Renqing, Ye Renqing bit his teeth, stabbed out the spear in his hand, and aimed it at General Xiao Li's throat, wanting to lose both.

General Xiao Li lightly pinched the horse's belly, his body avoided to the side, and the scimitar in his hand swept over Ye Renqing's wrist, forcing him to turn around and save himself. Between the lightning and flint, there was a soft sound, and it was a general surnamed Shen who looked at the vacancy, and the spear in his hand pierced deeply into Ye Renqing's left rib.

Ye Renqing did not retreat but advanced, swept the spear in his hand, flipped from the bottom to the top, and wanted to pick the general off the horse. The scimitar in General Xiao Li's hand was already like a rainbow, and a little cold light was close to his heart.

Ye Renqing barely avoided this fatal blow, but General Xiao Li lowered his elbow and wrist, and the scimitar gently swirled, flipped up from an incredible angle, and slashed directly through his neck.

Blood gushed out, and at the moment before he died, Ye Renqing actually bent the corners of his mouth slightly, and his thin body fell from the horse, making a dull plopping sound.

General Xiao Li wanted to catch up, go straight to the sheep intestine trail at the Black Mountain Pass, and annihilate the more than 2,000 people in one fell swoop, but was urged back by Li Zhifang with the drums of Mingjin to withdraw his troops.

Poor people don't chase, and it is taboo to be alone in danger. Li Zhifang knows that the climate in the mountains is changeable now, and he can't put his own people in danger for the sake of just 2,000 people. He stood on the sheep intestine trail in the Black Mountain Pass, looking at the snow that was half a meter deep, and the goose feather snow that was still flying in the wind, and decisively waved his hand to stop the pace of the army.

The army withdrew at full speed, and only a few guides who knew the roads in the mountains followed the trails of those people all the way, without having to surprise the snakes to see where they were going.

The snow-capped earth, which covered up all the ugly things, looked so beautiful, as if Su Guangfu had some thoughts that he didn't dare to put on the table, and he had already turned a thousand times in Su Duhan's heart.

Su Duhan numbly stepped on the footprints of the soldiers in front of him, moving his steps mechanically, and Mo Li followed him step by step, and it was extremely difficult for one person and one horse to walk.

Many of their horses were left to fend for themselves on this treacherous mountain road. In the face of Su Guangfu and Su Duran's hard persuasion, Su Duhan stubbornly did not speak, but held Mo Li's reins tighter.

The cause of his father's death, he didn't doubt it, but he never dared to think deeply.

Although her mother hated Su Guangfu and related to the cause of her father's death, she would never impose such a trumped-up charge on the heads of these people in front of her.

Su Duhan knew that her mother couldn't act, and how much anger and hatred were condensed in the expression that seemed to be about to breathe fire in her eyes, how much truth was contained in her words.

Whenever he mentioned his father, Su Guangfu was always secretive. As long as Su Duhan thinks deeply, the Su clan has been trapped in the old mansion by his father for more than 20 years and does not dare to move, delaying the great opportunity to restore the country, he can know how deep their hatred for his father is.

Su Duhan walked with one shallow foot and one foot, fell into the snow carelessly, and couldn't get up for a long time. Mo Li knelt down on his front legs, and anxiously arched Su Duhan's body with his mouth, letting out a panicked scream.

Ugin moved to Su Duhan's side with difficulty, helped him to his feet, patted the thick snowflakes on his silver-white brocade robe, and wiped the snow from his face with his sleeve.

A trace of remorse slowly grew from Su Duhan's cold heart, and gradually dispersed in his internal organs. His mouth was full of bitterness and saltiness, so that he could not utter a word. Su Duhan hugged the horse's head with his backhand, and the cold tears in his eyes fell into the long mane between Mo Li's neck.

Do you regret that you didn't intend to see your father kill someone in the Jinluan Palace that year? Or regret that you shouldn't know your own background, or regret that you cut off all family affection with your own hands, and now you only have a righteous servant and a loving horse.

Back in the handsome tent, Chu Zhaohui no longer had any strength. She soaked in a steaming wooden barrel and cried heartbreakingly.

Su Duhan cut off his robe with the soldiers, abandoned his mother-son relationship with her on the spot, and walked so resolutely after Su Guangfu, all of which hit Chu Zhaohui deeply.

After returning to his body after the hardships and hardships along the way, he went to the Black Mountain Pass at night and suffered from the wind and cold, Chu Zhaohui launched a high fever early in the morning of the second day, and his teeth were so cold that he was trembling.

The military doctor prescribed a prescription and fried a thick bowl of medicine, but Chu Zhaohui was so burned that his teeth were clenched and he was delirious. Luo Qi sighed and chiseled open her mouth with a silver spoon and fed the medicinal juice into it little by little.

Thinking that the desire to survive was strong, although he was groggy, Chu Zhaohui knew how to swallow all those black medicinal juices without spitting out a mouthful.

Luo Qi looked at this weak woman with pity, deeply impressed by her strong nature. When she remembered it, Murong Wei had quietly asked, for fear that Chu Zhaohui would come and burn the jade with Su Duhan, so as to stop him from rebelling.

She asked Luo Qi to pay attention to Chu Zhaohui's actions, and not to leave her side for half a step. No matter when and where, Chu Zhaohui's safety must be ensured first.

From this point of view, Murong Wei's worries are a bit redundant, since Chu Zhaohui is bent on survival, he will definitely not do a stupid thing to commit suicide. Luo Qi gently wiped away the sweat from her head, took a piece of white radish root with hot soju, and carefully wiped Chu Zhaohui's body to cool down and dispel the fire.

There was a solemnity in the army, and Li Zhifang waved his pen to write a book, and everything that happened in the border city was presented in the folds for Emperor Chongming. The soldiers who had lost their way back, Li Zhifang did not delve into it, but spoke out to appease them and incorporated them into the ranks of other generals.

As for the army that lost less than 3,000 people, Li Zhifang also attached a roster, and kowtowed at the end of the fold to ask for guilt, bluntly saying that he had failed the emperor's favor and asked Emperor Chongming to surrender.

On the morning of the sixth day of the lunar month, this emergency was transmitted to the capital at the fastest speed.

At this time, the imperial city of Gusu thousands of miles away was lively and festive. Since entering the Layue Gate, the atmosphere of the festival has been very strong, and every household is busy preparing New Year's goods and new clothes.

After regaining her freedom from Mrs. Zhou, Wen Wan has been living in Zhou's mansion with her, and the mother and daughter have never dared to imagine the good days before, but now they are like the most wonderful picture, just opened the scroll, and they can't see the end at a glance.

Mingzhu helped find clean people's teeth, and Wen Wan added some servants and girls to the Zhou Mansion.