What kind of character is the horse, she does know, he often goes behind her back to find a woman outside, she has managed him many times, but every time he forgives him and lets him out, he will go to the Qinglou to find those little sluts!

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At this time, a pony's purse was found, which was already ecstatic for Zhao Qian, and it was at Zhao Taiwei's house.

With the power of Zhao Taiwei's family, if you want to assassinate the concubine, you can't find any clues other than a purse, it's possible, right?

Let Zhao Meiren's little cheap ladder dangle in front of her every day and pretend to be weak to show her face, today she wants Mrs. Zhao to explain to her well!

When King Zhao arrived, the two of them were-for-tat like this, and the two sides did not make the slightest concession.

Song Guoan was put into a prison cell, a place where he had sent countless people in, and he didn't expect that one day, he would stay in this kind of place.

It was cold and damp, only a small skylight at the top, and through a beam of sunlight, it was the only warmth.

The straw on the ground was damp and smelled musty, and what could be called a "bed" was nothing more than a cement platform that was higher than the rest of the ground, and there was not even a quilt.

In the cell, you can hear the terrible wails of life, it is the prison guards who are torturing the prisoners.

Song Guoan's hair was messy, his eyes were blank, and he sat on the ground limply.

The monarch he had served with a sword all his life had finally aimed the sword at his chest.

It seems that the belief that he has adhered to all his life has been overturned in an instant, maybe it doesn't matter if he dies like this, there is nothing nostalgic for anything, he thought dejectedly.

Suddenly, he thought that Qin Anbei seemed to have given him a trick, saying that it was opened in times of crisis, and now, it should be regarded as a rare time for crises.

Song Guoan borrowed the purse around his waist, held it in his hand, opened the purse, and inside was a note and a large piece of silver.

The general immediately handed over the tiger talisman and relinquished his military power to keep him safe. Stay in the green mountains without worrying about no firewood. ”

The note was written in beautiful small print.

Song Guoan was shocked, this little girl actually knew the tiger talisman, and everything was guessed by her, I really underestimated her.

Song Guoan clutched the note tightly, did he really want to do this?

He suddenly remembered that his youngest daughter, Song Fan, was still alive and in Qin Anbei.!

The bleak life suddenly found a direction, he still has something that he can't give up, his life can't end here, and he wants to see his little daughter again!

"Daddy, daddy, big brother is going to the battlefield tomorrow, I don't want him to go, I want him to play with me at home." The little pink was tender, the black eyes were turning, and the female doll threw herself into his arms.

He pampered Song Fan in his arms, nodded her crystal little nose, and said with a pampering smile: "Your eldest brother is a general, he has to go to the battlefield to defend his family and country." ”

"Daddy, Daddy, can the second brother not leave? I'm afraid...... Like a big brother, he will never come back. Her hair was a little longer, in a bun, and a pink flower pinned to her head.

"Fan'er, did our Song family have a bad seed in time? Our Song family is the pillar of Zhao and the patron saint of Zhao State, how can we be afraid of death? Let's go, let's see off your second brother. ”

"Dad, don't persuade me anymore, I'll go on the expedition tomorrow morning." She faded off her favorite pink skirt, put on the silver-white soft armor tied with red tassels, the back of the whole person is straight and straight, and there is an indescribable heroic spirit on her body, who said that women are not as good as men!

"Fan'er...... You can not go......" His voice was a little older.

"The life and death of the eldest brother and the second brother on the battlefield are unknown, how can I sit in the center of my home and enjoy this glory in peace? I am bound to live and die with Changying! Her words were sonorous and powerful, and her eyes were firm and persistent.

Potential and long tassels live and die together!

Potential and long tassels live and die together!

Potential and long tassels live and die together!

Song Guoan's tears were all over his face, and he always felt that the person he was most sorry for was his little daughter.

For the glory of his family and country, Song Fan disguised himself as a man and went to the battlefield.

It's all his fault!

It's all his fault, he killed his sons!

It turned out that after his relatives left him, he left the glorious and proud name of the Song Mansion alone, but he was so lonely and cold, but now, a trumped-up charge, even the last pride no longer exists!

What are you pursuing in your life?

The long night was enough for him to think about a lot of things clearly, and the cold in the prison made his innocent heart gradually cool down at the moment he had been near, and the blood that had boiled gradually calmed down.

Such a Zhao country is not worthy of his protection!

The only thing he wants to protect now is his daughter!

There was more determination in his confused eyes.

The fists were clenched tightly, hoping to wake up now, hoping that it was not the latest.

"Someone! Someone! Come on! Song Guoan shouted outside.

"What are you doing! Look for death! In the middle of the night, the ghost cried wolf howl, so that no one could sleep! A jailer rubbed his sleepy eyes and walked over, complaining and complaining.

"I want to see the emperor! I want to see the emperor! Song Guoan shouted at the jailer.

At night, Song Guoan, who was dim and dark in the cell, and had not eaten for a day and a night, was now very weak and listless, with a dirty face, flying hair, and dust on his body, and the jailer did not see that he was Song Guoan.

"Meet the emperor? Dream on you, you're in this cell, and you still want to get out? The jailer waved the whip in his hand and warned Song Guoan impatiently.

Song Guoan was willing to give up, and hurriedly continued: "I am General Song Guoan, do you dare to listen to what I say?" ”

The jailer sneered and replied, "You'd better be honest, or this whip will be drawn on you!" In this cell, you said you were General Song Guoan, who you were? There are not a hundred but eighty of them who tell me this every day, and you say that you are General Song Guoan, then I am still the emperor! ”

The jailer thought he was just a madman, and there were countless crazy people in this cell every day, and he didn't want to entangle with him much in the middle of the night.

"I am Song Guoan!" Song Guoan said anxiously, he was anxious that the jailer in front of him would not give him the news.

"Smack!" The impatient jailer whipped the pillar of the cell, and turned around impatiently and shouted, "Fight me to kill you again!" ”

After speaking, the jailer left without returning, leaving Song Guoan, who was stunned in the cell, at a loss.