Everyone didn't react, and Xian Chen was stunned, she didn't expect Shen Chengli to do this. Having someone carry it out and bury it properly, Xianchen fell into deep thought.

The father in Ming Chengli's mouth is so unfamiliar, the father she has seen will gently hug her, smile at her, and forgive the palace people for some small mistakes occasionally. Although he sometimes yells, he never treats a woman so cruelly, and the father in his mouth is cruel and cruel, and he is not close to people.

The most terrifying thing is that Xian Chen actually thinks that the father in the mouth of Shen Chengli is the real father, and the father who loves him is just an illusion! Xianchen felt that he was caught in a demonic obstacle, and for a moment there was his father's gentle expression, and for a moment he was as cold as ice. With a splitting headache, Slim Dust hugged his head and tugged at his hair with his fingers, trying to relieve his pain.

Lan Weishu saw Xian Chen's appearance, waved his hand to let the others retreat, grabbed Xian Chen's wrist, his eyes tightly twisted Xian Chen, and sneered: "Sheng Xianchen, so fragile, what kind of empress do you still want to be, in my opinion, it is better to go back to Kyoto as soon as possible, while you are still a princess, quickly choose a good son-in-law to marry!" ”

Xian Chen raised his head, his eyes faintly red, "What do you know?!" ”

"Yes, I don't know, I just know that you are just cowardly, how can people who are not strong enough in their hearts go down this road? It's just that Ming Chengli said some other looks of the emperor, and you are so vulnerable! I really chose the wrong person! Lan Weishu's tone was not intense, and it could even be regarded as a gentle whisper, but Xian Chen just felt that there was a bright knife cutting her skin inch by inch.

Xianchen is silent, Lan Weishu is right, he is cowardly, he is afraid that he will see another kind of father and emperor when the time comes, just now he secretly vowed to return the people to a prosperous world, but now he is cowardly. Bei Yan bit his lower lip tightly, turning his pale lips red.

Three days later, still in this camp on the border, a war finally began. Xianchen held three sticks of incense, bowed to the east three times, and then inserted the incense on the ground. The fingers caressed the land, the five fingers tightened suddenly, and the joints turned white, showing the great strength. Straightening up, the golden armor glistening in the sunlight couldn't help but be a little scorching. Ning Zhan!

The army poured out of the nest and confronted the North ** team in Mohe, I don't know who made the first move, the crowd began to be chaotic, the soldiers began to fight, the scene was chaotic, there was no order at all. Ning Zhan's original deployment was disrupted by this sudden change, and he tried to command his soldiers, but no one listened to his orders.

This is the first time that Ning Zhan has seen such a style of fighting in the past ten years, and it is simply a fight like a ruffian and hooligan between the countryside! Ning Zhan's black eyes looked from a distance, and Xian Chen felt his gaze and smiled.

Rumble! Something exploded in his brain, Ning Zhan only felt that the world was suddenly quiet, he could only see that golden figure, with blood, his eyes were unruly, and his eyes were full of ...... Scorn!

The silver spear in his hand was unsheathed, and with the sound of hunting wind, he attacked Xianchen. Xianchen didn't dodge or dodge, picked up the sword in his hand, blocked it, and caught Ning Zhan's silver spear. The red tassels fluttered in the wind, and the tassels blocked Ning Zhan's sight, and he couldn't see Xianchen's expression clearly. Xian Chen took the opportunity to attack, and the sword in his hand turned into a streamer, approaching Ning Zhan's heart!

Ning Zhan didn't have time to withdraw the silver spear to block it, so he had to dodge the sword on his back, Xian Chen saw his intentions, and with a force in his hand, the sword made a big turn in the air, stabbing from another tricky direction. Ning Zhan fell off the horse, Xianchen took the opportunity to go up, and after a series of slashes, Ning Zhan Wolf rolled on the ground several times in a row, and finally dodged. With a sigh of relief, he took out a saber from his waist, tapped his toes, his body rose into the air, Xian Chen's right palm slapped on the horse's back, a beautiful turnover, standing firmly in the air, the sword pointed at Ning Zhan, and his eyebrows were full of anger!

"Who are you?" Ning Zhan looked at Xian Chen and asked in a cold voice.

"Dead people don't have to know my name." Xian Chen's tone is arrogant, with a domineering attitude that looks at the world. The sword flower was lightly pulled, and the figure moved quickly, "The mountains and rivers are forever silent!" "There was a sudden violent wind around him, and Xian Chen's figure was split into two and two into four in the air, but in a moment, eight figures were already attacking Ning Zhan at the same time!

Ning Zhan was shocked, he didn't dare to relax for a moment, raised his sword, and said, "Sweep thousands of troops." The sword light turned from a line into a silvery-white barrier, heading towards the surrounding dust.

"Bang!" The air was squeezed and crackled, and the soldiers fighting below turned into powder.

So he spoke again: "Your swordsmanship is very good, I don't know what your name is?" ”

"Lan Weishu." Of course, Xian Chen saw the excitement surging in Ning Zhan's eyes, and his intuition didn't want this person to know her identity, so he had to report Lan Weishu's name.

"Legend has it that Lan Su Gongzi's medical skills are unparalleled, but I didn't expect this swordsmanship to be unparalleled! The so-called heroes cherish heroes, Ning Zhan wants to befriend Lan Gongzi, I wonder if Lan Gongzi can give face? ”

Dust and gas knots, strange every year, especially in recent years! As an enemy general, he even offered to make friends with the enemy! I really don't know how this man became an undefeated myth! The red lips opened lightly: "Face is never given by others!" "Xianchen is trying his best to lift the sword, the world's swordsmanship, only fast and unbreakable!

The pupils were slightly closed, and the swords of the slender dust man were united, and they rushed towards Ning Zhan at an incredible speed for ordinary people! Ning Zhan was not in a hurry, "Ding! A sword blocked Xianchen's sword, Xianchen only felt that the blood in his whole body was flowing backwards, his brain was chaotic, and the scenery in front of him began to blur. Ning Zhan was not much better, he was already seriously injured just now, and this time he looked easy to take this sword, but in fact, the wear and tear was extremely severe, so he had to fly on his horse and leave here.

Xianchen wanted to chase, but before he could take a step, the whole person was lying on his back on the ground, the heavens and the earth were spinning, and the last scene with his eyes closed was the figure of Yun Chang'an.

Pain! The muscles and bones of the whole body seemed to have been dismantled and reassembled, and they were not as stiff as their own. The moment before falling into a coma, she seemed to see Chang'an.

At this time, someone just opened the curtain and came in, and Xianchen tried to look at it, it was the thirteenth who was ordered to go to Lingnan, holding a bowl of medicine, and the bitter taste instantly filled the entire camp. Xian Chen frowned, and found that there were only thirteen people, and couldn't help asking, "What about Lan Weishu?" ”

Thirteen helped Xianchen up and leaned against the head of the bed, handed the medicine bowl to Xianchen, Xianchen leaned his neck and swallowed, and a little medicinal juice flowed out from the corner of his mouth and dripped on the brocade quilt, leaving light brown marks. Thirteen took the empty bowl before replying, "The master is counting the casualties." Then he was going to walk away.

Xian Chen stopped him, "Thirteen! Thirteen turned around, and Xianchen asked hesitantly: "Have you seen An An?" A trace of doubt crossed Thirteen's eyes, and it became clear, "Shouldn't he be in the Falling Snow Country at this time?" How could Her Royal Highness ask like that? ”

The faint light under Xian Chen's eyes was completely extinguished, and he glanced at Thirteen: "Well, you go down." Thirteen Fu walked away again. Xian Chen closed his eyes, and couldn't help but be annoyed, why did he ask like this, knowing that An An could not appear here at this time.

Outside the camp was the sound of soldiers walking back and forth patrolling, and Xianchen went out of bed, and sure enough, he saw Lan Weishu not far away talking to a small soldier. Seeing him come out, Lan Weishu walked over slowly, looking up and down at Xianchen.

"It seems that you are in good health, at least not wasted, and you can still get out of bed and walk around." There was a hint of sarcasm in the tone.

"With you, the unparalleled medical skill of Lan Su, how can I be fine?" Xian Chen didn't need Lan Weishu to say more, he knew how heavy his injuries were, looking at Lan Weishu's still somewhat pale face, Xian Chen couldn't help but feel a little guilty, and his tone of voice was much softer than before.

Lan Weishu snorted coldly and handed the secret letter in his hand to Xian Chen: "The emperor has decreed that we must not return to Beijing before the new general arrives." Xianchen glanced at it casually, lit it with a fire fold, and watched as the tongue of fire engulfed the secret letter little by little, and threw it on the ground when it was about to burn his hand.

The breeze blew through the hair of Xianchen and Lan Weishu, and the three thousand green silks were intertwined in the air, endlessly.

Dari, Kyoto.

The Emperor has now begun to go to the early court, but as long as he is free, he will come to the Feixue Pavilion to sit. After Xue'er put the emperor to sleep, she came to the secret room. In the secret room, a person with a jade face was wearing a moon-white robe embroidered with large mandala flowers, which looked beautiful and demonic.

"Cher has seen the Lord." Xue'er looked at the person in front of her, leaned down and bowed, not daring to look at the person's face more.

"Get up, everything is almost ready, Sheng Xianchen is estimated to be back in Beijing, and she has to do it before she comes back." The man spoke, his voice gorgeously magnetic.

"Well, I'm ready to go." Xue'er said in a deep voice, with a rare competence in her voice.

"Well, let's step down if there's nothing to do."

The sound of kicking footsteps faded away, and another man in black suddenly appeared in the secret room, "Lord, do you think Xue'er is credible?" ”

"Cold, you're overstepping the moment." Leng quickly knelt down, cold sweat oozing from his forehead.