In the past, Da Liang never took the initiative to attack and defended everywhere, which made Beirong stronger and stronger, and finally made the assassination of Prince Da Liang. Although Beirong www.biquge.info was bold and reckless, it was Daliang's repeated forbearance that stimulated their ambitions.

Only when the Beirong Imperial Court collapses, and the Beirong nation is divided and separated, at least within twenty years, Beirong will fall into internal conquest. With the rise of other ethnic groups, Beirong is no longer the most powerful royal family in Mobei, and there is no longer the ability to invade Daliang, and the war in northern Xinjiang can be quelled.

The people of Daliang in northern Xinjiang will be able to recuperate for at least 20 years and live and work in peace and contentment.

Qiao Mobai's death was an opportunity, but it was never her ultimate goal, this was a personal vendetta, but it was also a national hate.

She wants to cut the grass and eradicate the roots, draw wages from the bottom of the kettle, and use the eternal peace in the north to comfort Qiao Mobai's spirit in the sky.

She smiled silently: "What's more, if you go to assassinate the fourth prince, you may be able to succeed on your own, but you won't be able to come back." Feng Scar was silent, the effect of the wound attacked, An Ning leaned on the crook of his arm and fell asleep, and whispered in a daze: "Send me back......"

I don't know what kind of doubts General Bu will have about her identity, she needs to discuss with Yang Zheming immediately how to go next.

She had to go back.

Feng Scar looked at the tranquility of the past in his arms, and the emotions in his eyes intersected with light and dark, and he was in a state of war between heaven and man.

A few miles further south, at the border between Daliang and Beirong, he would be able to return her to Daliang intact.

As a secret guard, this was the only thing he could do for her, to protect her life.

After a moment of contemplation, Maple gritted his teeth and pulled the reins of his horse to prepare to head towards the girder - even if she held a grudge, he couldn't let her be in danger again.

Suddenly, several black eagles came from the grassland, surrounding the maple marks. Feng Scar held the sword on his waist, and the whole person was as tense as a sharp blade out of the sheath.

The horse's hooves and neighing were getting closer, and Yang Zheming's figure slowly became clear, and he rode out of the fog with an indifferent expression, his eyes looking straight at the maple marks.

Feng Zhen still held the sword, and did not relax in the slightest - this prince of the world, surrounded by masters like clouds, Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon, and two handmaidens with strange and lewd skills, did not look like an ordinary person no matter how he looked at it.

If His Highness hadn't believed in him, he wouldn't have wanted to have anything to do with him at all.

Yang Zheming looked at the sleeping tranquility in Fengzhen's arms, her body was covered with snowflakes, the white cotton cloth on her face was bleeding, and her lips were broken.

A glimmer of obscurity crossed his eyes, and he said calmly, "Give her to me." ”

Black Hawk immediately took a step forward, and Maple Scar immediately came with one hand to stab the sword, Black Hawk's body did not move, only raised his hand, and caught his sword with two fingers.

The cold breath came along the blade of the sword, and the chill invaded the lifeline of his palm, and Maple felt a sudden stabbing pain in his wrist, and the sword had already fallen off his hand and fell on the grass.

For the first time, Black Eagle saw the secret guard behind this royal family, and a trace of inexplicable emotion crossed his eyes: "You can't beat me." ”

The descendants of the Fire Clan whose abilities have not been truly awakened will never be able to defeat the true martial arts masters.

Fengji's whole person froze, and his eyes flashed with shock, he couldn't even move him.

――How many secrets are these people hiding?

Yang Zheming stepped forward immediately, and repeated again in a low voice: "Give her to me." ”

Maple Scar gritted her teeth and said, "She's seriously injured. "If it weren't for the fact that they didn't take a good look at her and let General Bu take her away at will, how could she be hurt again.

Yang Zheming was stunned, stretched out his hand, Feng Scar was frozen for a moment, and finally handed An Ning to him.

An Ning fell in Yang Zheming's arms, her cotton hat didn't know where to fall, her long hair was shawl, and her black hair was like a waterfall, reflecting her petite white face. Her wound touched Yang Zheming's chest, and she couldn't help frowning in pain, and complained in confusion: "...... pain"

Yang Zheming shifted her position to make her lie more comfortable.

The tranquility gradually calmed down, Yang Zheming opened the cotton cloth, and on her cheek, which could be broken, there was already a deep scar, and flesh and blood could be seen. A trace of unknown emotion crossed his eyes, he raised his head to look at Feng Zhen, and his voice was cold: "You have overstepped." ”

As a royal secret guard, against the will of the master, make decisions for the master, this is a phenomenon that must not be allowed to exist in the secret guard, and it is regarded as a traitor.

Fengji's face turned pale, and a trace of pain crossed his eyes.

Yang Zheming turned around and left, and the black eagle glanced at Feng Zhen, knowing that he was angry with his master, and comforted him: "You better follow your princess." The words fell and then chased Yang Zheming away.

Yang Zheming held An Ning and galloped towards the direction of the barracks, with a trace of murder in his eyes.

Yang Zheming returned to the camp with An Ning, and it was already completely dark.

He directly carried An Ning into his tent and ordered, "Call Qingyan over." ”

When Qingyan walked into the tent, Yang Zheming was already untying the cotton cloth for An Ning by himself, and Zhuji knelt beside the bed with a basin of warm water to help Shizi change the dressing, and after a while, the basin was also full of blood.

An Ning was very painful, she cried a few times with her eyes closed, and Yang Zheming comforted her in a low voice, with a rare and gentle expression.

Zhuji looked thrilling, and when the master came in with the little princess in his arms, his face was very bad, and there was a faint anger in his eyes. This is rare in the prince who is not full of joy and anger.

Yang Zheming cleaned up the wound and looked at Qingyan: "Look, such a wound may be healed?" ”

Qingyan walked up to him in a few steps and took a look, his legs were so shocked that he almost knelt on the edge of the bed, and a bright red scar on Princess An Ning's delicate and beautiful face was like an abrupt ink on a skillful painting, which was very conspicuous.

The princess Jin Zhi Yuye, when she came to Beirong, she came back with such an injury on her face, and those who served them must be held accountable.

Yang Zheming looked at her expression and asked again: "Can such a scar be healed?" ”

Qingyan took a deep breath, calmed down, and replied: "The princess is young, if she is good at giving birth, she can still be good." ”

Yang Zheming asked again: "How long will it take?" Qingyan gritted his teeth: "It will take a year at the earliest." She added: "Beirong is short of supplies, and there is no medicine I want. ”

In a year's time, they must have returned to Daliang.

Even if she is an ordinary woman, with a wound on her face, it has almost become a lifelong criticism, let alone a princess of a country.

The atmosphere was momentarily condensed.

When An Ning woke up, it was already late at night, and she was lying on a strange bed, surrounded by an unfamiliar breath.

There was something on his face, cold and stinging, which was very uncomfortable, and An Ning couldn't help but reach out and pull it.

"Don't move." Someone suddenly spoke in the darkness, and the voice was low, which seemed milder in the night.

An Ning raised her eyebrows, she couldn't see clearly: "Yang Zheming? Yang Zheming lay beside her and whispered: "You have medicine on your face, you can't move." ”

An Ning moved, there was a rope tied to her wrist, she touched it, and the rope was actually tied to Yang Zheming's hand.

She will react: "Why are you in my bed?" ”