Bei Yiyuan had heard Pan Fan mention this strange thing, but he didn't expect it to be so powerful, and he unknowingly lost the heads of several people. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

There was a lot of chaos in the hall for a while, and the big guys who were originally gathered together instantly broke up these people who were fiddling with weapons on the eaves, and injured many people.

Although that thing was powerful, there were only a dozen of them, and the archers who were driven in after a while were in a mess were solved immediately. Bei Yiyuan always stood behind and looked at Bei Yiyao sitting on Minghuanggao.

As soon as he came out like this, it was clear that he didn't want to leave a way back, and it seemed that he had a heart of death.

This farce finally subsided, and Bei Yiyao always watched coldly, even if the knife was on his neck, he would not leave the golden throne.

Bei Yi strode from afar and stood still facing him.

"Why are you like this? Do we brothers, have to die? "Bei Yiyuan's silver clothes are like snow, and Bei Yiyao can't open his eyes a little.

"Hehe......! Becoming a king or defeating a king, don't say it's useless, if you want to kill, you have to scrape and listen to it. "Bei Yiyao is funny in his heart, laughing at the benevolence of Bei Yiyuan's woman, since ancient times, emperors have been vicious, he is like this, can he really be a good emperor of Beixin?

Bei Yiyuan wanted to say something, but he was choked back by the sneering eyes of the person opposite, so he sighed and turned around to go down.

At this moment, Bei Yiyao on the seat got up suddenly, and he didn't even care about the steel knife cutting his neck, but actually stabbed a poisonous sleeve arrow hidden in his wide sleeve into Bei Yiyuan's back.

Bei Yiyuan turned around in pain, and the two guards standing on the side had already stabbed the slender steel knife in their hands into Bei Yiyao's body. He spat blood from his mouth, but a triumphant smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.

Blood flowed from the corners of his mouth, and he slowly said three words in a faint voice: I won, and I fell to the ground and died.

On October 1 of the year of Jingtai, the war between Beixin and Beixin finally came to an end, but the commander of the Chaoyuan prince was attacked that day and was unconscious due to severe poison.

Dongyuan, fifteen miles away from Shengtong City.

On a fairly flat mountain stream depression, a group of troops were stationed, and large and small camps were next to each other. It was dinner time, and red bonfires were lit everywhere in front of the tent.

White porridge was boiling in a cauldron on the fire, and more than a dozen soldiers gathered around the fire and chatted quietly.

"Miss Pan, I'm bringing food to the boss again!" Pan Yiqian was holding a tray, her long black hair was only loosely pulled, she came in broken steps, greeting the soldiers as she walked.

"yes!" She was smiling, wearing only an ordinary lotus pink dress, which had collected the charm of the past, but it was a little more elegant at the moment.

Walking past a few small tents, she walked straight to the only big tent with a red curtain, and as soon as she stretched out her hand, the person entered the big tent.

"The coach is really blessed, Miss Pan is so beautiful and virtuous, and she personally cooks food for the coach every day." The soldiers gathered around were all a little envious, and their words were full of praise for Pan Yiqian.

In their opinion, Pan Yiqian, kind and delicate, must be the best choice for the coach's wife.

In the big tent, Yuan Hongxuan was discussing something with Lin Feng, Qin Guan, and a few deputy generals, and everyone was a little surprised when they saw Pan Yiqian coming in.

"What are you here to do? Don't you see what we're talking about? Lin Feng is a straightforward person, these days, Pan Yiqian has always deliberately pestered Yuan Hongxuan, which has completely wiped out the trace of goodwill he saved when Pan Yiqian borrowed troops from Yuan Hongxuan.

Pan Yiqian didn't even give Lin Feng a look, and directly ignored him. Only past everyone, Lianbu moved lightly to Yuan Hongxuan's side, put down the tray in his hand, and then said with a smile: "Let's eat!" No matter how urgent things are, you have to eat! ”

She glanced at the circle of people gathered around the table, and her gaze finally fell on Yuan Hongxuan.

Nearly half of the people at the table were Pan Jiajun's people, and the meaning in the eldest lady's eyes couldn't be clearer, and they were all a little embarrassed.

The eldest lady's original style of turning a blind eye to men has gone, how can she be so shameless to stick up the pole to this Nine Emperor Princes of Dongyuan.

As soon as she came in, the Chuanzi between Yuan Hongxuan's eyebrows never disappeared, "You guys go eat first!" We'll continue the discussion at a later date. ”

Everyone went out, and only Yuan Hongxuan and Pan Yiqian were quietly left in the big tent.

After getting along with Yuan Hongxuan for so long, Pan Yiqian also touched his temperament, she knew that he was a little disgusted with her, but she still endured it because of the borrowing of soldiers.

In the tray is a soft and fragrant mushroom and chicken porridge with a plate of side dishes, as well as a few steamed buns. Just by looking at the appearance of the porridge, you can know that the person who boiled the porridge has put his heart into it.

"Let's eat!" Yuan Hongxuan didn't speak, and Pan Yiqian didn't chase after him, he just put out all the food on the tray and looked at him with a light smile.

"Thank you, Miss Pan, but I still want to say that there are already people here." Yuan Hongxuan didn't pick up the chopsticks she handed over, only frowned tighter, but his fingertips clicked on the position of the snack mouth.

"Is it too early to say that?" In the face of Yuan Hongxuan's deliberate reminders again and again, even if Pan Yiqian didn't care how much he didn't care in his heart, he couldn't hold back at the moment.

After she said this, she felt inexplicably astringent in her heart, her eyes slowly turned red, and even gasping for breath became unstable.

Since Miss Pan insisted on doing so, Yuan had no choice. It's just that Yuan can only tolerate one person in his heart, and he will only marry one person as his wife. ”

The man's voice was not shocked, like a pool of sinking water, without any emotion, even Fang Cai's frowning brows were stretched at the moment, he stopped talking, only held the chopsticks, and concentrated on eating the meal in front of him.

When Pan Yiqian heard his unhappy and angry tone, his heart was tightly blocked, but he still had a little hope. Although she didn't know what the woman in Yuan Hongxuan's heart looked like, but now that she was not with Yuan Hongxuan, she subconsciously felt that the woman couldn't compare to her, and Pan Yiqian had already classified that woman into the category of unqualified from the bottom of her heart.

Thinking of this, the depressed feeling in Pan Yi's shallow heart was alleviated a lot. As the saying goes: the building near the water gets the moon first, and it is not too late for her to work hard now.

With this thought, Pan Yiqian took away the grievances on her face in the next second, she smiled again, turned around and said to Yuan Hongxuan: "Grandpa has sent a letter, saying that Bei Yiyuan has taken back all Beixin, and now, the troops over there can also be transferred to Dongyuan." ”

Of course, Yuan Hongxuan knew the news, even if Dongyuan was in chaos like this, he still divided a part of his people to listen to the movements of several surrounding countries from time to time. In such a chaotic situation now, he is most afraid that the rest of the countries will take advantage of the fire to rob, and he cannot take it lightly. (To be continued.) )