The war of the Mu Dynasty has been burning for three days and three nights, and everywhere you look, there are rivers of blood and corpses all over the field. www.biquge.info Under the joint attack of the Li Dynasty and the surrounding Hunan Dynasty and the Yan Dynasty, Duan Yao, the emperor of the Mu Dynasty, was finally killed in the imperial city. He was dressed in a dark dragon robe, lying peacefully on the ground, his face as perfect as a knife carving, full of endless vicissitudes. The warm blood gradually cooled with the shaky dynasty.

Beside him, kneeling sat a woman in a white dress, holding his hand tightly with a serene expression. Her deep eyes are full of tender affection. Like herself, she is so gentle that she can't see joy or sorrow. Her slender hand caressed his face, and her beautiful face looked particularly cold against the background of the moonlight. The sound of cold weapons colliding outside, the roar, the sound of horses' hooves, all in chaos, she turned a deaf ear, as if she had become a world of her own.

After a long time, her thin lips lightly opened: "Duan Lang, wait for me to ......" is just two words, "wait for me", as if she has made a vow without regrets.

"Queen Mother!" With a childish voice calling,

Her calm face finally showed a hint of panic.

She stood up and pushed away a man and a woman who were walking towards her. The man was only about seven years old, and the woman looked to be two or three years old, holding her brother's hand, staggering over, and being pushed to the ground because of the unstable center of gravity.

The boy hurriedly picked up his sister and comforted her softly.

The woman's tone was full of anger: "Jing'er, didn't you let your sister leave with the master?" Why are you still here, and now you don't even listen to the queen mother's words? An Ruosu looked at her daughter who was crying because she fell, although she was distressed, she had to scold her heart.

The boy hugged his sister, and his resolute eyes were full of tears: "If the queen mother doesn't leave, we won't go, we will follow the father and queen mother, and we won't go anywhere!" ”

She turned her eyes to look at a young man standing beside her, and looked at him with pleading eyes: "Yiqing, count me as the last begging for you, take them away!" ”

Yiqing looked at her in embarrassment: "Ruo Su ·······"

An Ruosu held Duan Chenjing's face, held back her tears and said, "Jing'er, you are an elder brother, you have to be sensible." In the future, you must take good care of your sister, and promise your mother that you must arrive safely in the country of Yang, where the emperor is your grandfather, and he will protect you. ”

Duan Chenjing didn't speak, just shook his head vigorously.

The sound of slaughter in the ears came to an abrupt end, and the sound of the enemy's horns was everywhere outside, announcing their victory. But all this revelry sounded so harsh to them, like a siren of death, announcing that the death penalty was imminent.

The leading general below looked at the city wall with contempt: "Empress Muguo, do you come down by yourself, or do you want us to go up and invite you down?" ”

When An Ruosu heard this, she stuffed the two of them into Yiqing's arms, "Let's go!" ”

"Queen Mother!" Duan Chenjing grabbed the corner of An Ruosu's clothes and looked at her beggingly.

An Ruosu let go of his hand and stroked their faces, "Jing'er, Zhen'er, promise your mother that you will forget your hatred and live well." Use your eyes to see the world for your father and mother, okay? In any case, live well, because you are the continuation of our lives. ”

Yiqing saw that their mood had eased a lot, so he picked up the two children and walked to the side path without looking back. Because he knew that this was An Ruosu's last wish.

Duan Chenjing didn't shout, looking at his mother unusually calmly, and smiling at them. That smile is so beautiful, just like the spring breeze in March, a gentle blow can green the whole land.

After An Ruosu saw them walk away, he turned around and stepped on the city wall, the perseverance and determination in his eyes, as if the gentleness just now did not exist.

She swept the thousands of troops under the city with cold eyes, and a disdainful smile curled up at the corner of her mouth, "I, I won't go with you." ”

The light of the fire on the ground turned the sky red, and the breeze raised the corners of her clothes, and pulled the ends of her hair, making her look like a fairy who did not eat the fireworks of the world, otherworldly, and gave a silent sense of awe.

She glanced at the direction of her homeland and sighed lightly, her father named her An Ruosu, didn't he just want her to be at peace with everything?

She turned to look at the cold corpse on the ground, and she didn't know where she had the strength to hold him up. She looked at his closed eyes with affection and smiled happily, as if the person next to her was just asleep.

"Duan Lang, in the next life, I will still be your wife······" She closed her eyes and kissed the cold lips, and with him in her arms, she jumped into the burning fire of the city.

Duan Chenjing and the others stood on the mountain not far away, watching their mother, like a butterfly with folded wings, and their father and king both falling into the sea of fire, their hearts aching so much that they couldn't breathe.

"Father! Queen mother! He fell to his knees and watched with tears in his eyes as his country had grown from a peaceful and prosperous country into a dead city.

His three-year-old sister stumbled up to him and hugged him with her little hands, tears welling up in the corners of her eyes, but she was strong enough not to cry again.

He will never forget the death of his country on his seventh birthday.