"I was pregnant, and I fell into a cold river, and no one came to help me. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info" The Golden Bird played with it in the palm of his hand for a while, put the veil on his face, and instantly it was almost exactly the same as the Queen of Beirong lying on the ground.

"She used the people and horses I subdued to sit on the throne of this queen, and she should understand that what she owes to others will have to be repaid one day."

She slowly broke away from Abu's hand holding her, and said softly, "Abu, what you owe me should be paid back to me." Abu's eyes were red, and he could barely control himself, but he couldn't contradict her.

He didn't help her back then, and now he has no right to accuse her of returning for revenge.

How can he make it clear what he owes her, and what she owes him?

Goldfinch took the cloak from Zhuji's hand and put it on, and stepped into the snowstorm: "Let's go, it's time to meet my royal husband." She glanced sideways at him: "My Abu, I am the only one in this world who is best for you, you must remember that." ”

At that time, the Mulingqiu clan had no status in the grassland, and served in the palace like a slave. The new queen of Beirong first used his aunt Mu Lingqiu Shaying to become a concubine in the palace and gave birth to a son for the king of Beirong.

She taught him to ride a horse, sharpen knives, and practice martial arts, and she taught him the meaning of the art of war in each of the military books, helping him become the most trusted general of the king of Beirong......

The glory of the Mu Lingqiu clan depends on her to forge it.

Abu's calloused hands slowly clenched into fists, and he walked to Queen Beijung's side, leaned down, and closed her unblinding eyes. The third prince Su Min had resentment and fear in his eyes, spit out a large area of blood, and slowly lost his life.

The prince who had the blood of the Mulingqiu clan also died.

- Now, she has also created with her own hands, and the glory and wealth of the Mu Lingqiu clan have fallen.

The wind calmed down, but the snow grew heavier and heavier, and thick snowflakes fell like fluff.

An Ning slowly opened her eyes, and the snow fell on her hair, shoulders, and clothes, and blood fell down her hands and splashed on the snow that was gradually accumulating.

Her sword was stabbed diagonally in Yin Yin's throat, Yin Yin was taller than her, blood flowed down the blade of the sword towards her, and her hands were stained with blood.

Yin Yin's eyes widened and she stared at An Ning, the big knife in her hand was still held high, but it never fell.

The neck hurts and it's cold.

She's going to die.

An Ning sighed, this move is called winning in danger.

When people are fighting, they are always afraid of the oncoming swords and swords, and instinctively dodge. If you close your eyes, you can resist this fear, and instead focus on the enemy's lifeblood, estimate the direction, and stab with a sword.

This trick must be unguarded by the whole body, and there is no way out -- if it is used well, it will kill with a sword, and if it is not used well, it will be a defeat for both sides.

It needs the courage to trade life for life and the support of a calm mind.

It was the first time she had used this trick.

Yin Yin took a step back, the big knife fell to the ground, and she raised her hand to cover her neck - but it was useless, she couldn't speak, and blood gushed down her neck and mouth.

She fell to her knees, blood running down her collar and soaking her clothes red, and at last she slowly stopped struggling, her head drooping, and she knelt there.

The winner is decided.

An Ning turned his head sideways, unable to bear to look at it anymore, the hand holding the sword began to tremble slightly, exhausted his strength, his body began to soften and weak, and he knelt on the altar.

This is the first person she killed with her own hands.

No matter how much blood the other party has with her, the emptiness, pain, and confusion after killing will never be less.

Under the high platform, there was still a dead silence, but everyone's eyes were fixed on Princess Daliang.

Shocked, and amazed.

Shocked that she actually killed Princess Yinyin.

I was amazed that she was dressed in a military dress, her black hair was like a waterfall, her shoulders were snowy, and her face was a lifelike divine flower pattern, like a blood-colored divine flower blooming on the side of her face, as if opening at the corner of her eyebrows.

The calmness and calmness between her eyebrows and eyes, noble and natural, make her even more mysterious and sacred.

Even in Beirong, no one has ever dared to paint a divine flower on his face, and no one has ever been able to paint it so realistically.

On the high platform, King Beirong's face was solemn, but his hand was almost about to break the handrail. And Su He looked at the little girl on the altar with interest, and a trace of doubt crossed his eyes-why did he feel that he had seen her, especially the blood-red pattern of half of her face, there was always an inexplicable sense of familiarity.

King Beirong suddenly looked sideways at Su He: "No matter what you want to do, do you want to make a Liang man a hero of Beirong?" ”

This will make the world ridiculous and make Beijon a joke.

Su He waved his hand, and a group of archers stepped out of the cavalry, gathered in front of the altar, stretched out their bows, cloth arrows, and a large piece of cold arrows, across the deep pit, facing the princess of Daliang on the altar.

"Kill her, it's okay." Su He said lightly.

King Beirong looked at his son, and realized for the first time that his son, Su He, had half the blood of the Great Liang people—cunning, treacherous, and unscrupulous for profit.

So he could ignore Beirong's beliefs so easily, and he didn't care if the Ice River God would be held responsible.

He has no faith and no scruples.

The people of Beirong had not yet recovered from the grief of Princess Yinyin's loss of the duel, and looked at the archers in shock, and then at the calm expression of the King of Beirong and the calm expression of the Fourth Prince on the high platform.

――How can you do that?

Will the victor be killed like this, and will the ice god be angry?

But everyone wanted to speak and stopped, unable to refute - how can Daliang people become heroes of Beirong?

The sword slipped from his hand, and An Ning had no strength to hold it. She tilted her head slightly, looking at the archers, the arrows pointed at her, ready to pierce her heart at any moment, but her heart was calm, as if she had no strength to feel fear and sorrow.

She was so tired, with scars all over her body, and her body was getting colder and colder, so she wanted to close her eyes and fall asleep.

An Ning couldn't hear the sound of the trembling earthquake, and she didn't notice it, the palace door opened again, and another group of soldiers and horses stepped into the Beirong Palace.

And the "Queen of Beirong" and General Bu had already slowly walked to the high platform, and walked towards the King of Beirong with a calm expression.

Any palace drama has a moment when the curtain ends.

And at that moment, it was either a change of regime, or the birth of a king, or the rise of a new dynasty.

That moment is always accompanied by death and rebirth.

The snow stopped.

The palace gate was wide open, and Yang Zheming and Gao Yihuai rode horses along the huge square and walked towards King Beirong. Behind him, tens of thousands of soldiers and horses held halberds in their hands, shouldered shields, and hugged each other, with expressions of death on their faces.

Su and Hang'er Langdang's expressions converged slightly, and he slowly stood up, even if he was surprised, he didn't expect the other party to be able to subdue so many soldiers and horses.

Yang Zheming reined in his horse and his eyes fell on the altar surrounded by military armor - fortunately, she was still alive.

Yang Xi, hold on for a while.

It's almost over.