Mo Hezhu sat on horseback, with a burly figure, wearing a tiger skin crown, wearing brass armor, his face was like charcoal blowing ash, his sunken eye sockets were embedded with a pair of hot blue pupils, and his purple hair was thick, stretching from his ears and cheeks to his chin. The pen & fun & pavilion www.biquge.info lazily stared at the killing and wounding of his subordinates, and a hideous and vicious smile stretched out his face.

A little woman who was not dressed in her body was dragged by the Hun soldiers by the hair and dragged to the front of Mohezhu's horse, her bulging belly exposed to the cold air.

Mo Hezhu threw a long whip around the woman's neck, forcing her to raise her frightened face, looking at her eyes carefully, as if she was dissatisfied, and snorted at the side of her subordinates, a scimitar had been pierced from her back to her chest, and she fell to the ground without a snort, and suddenly she was drenched in blood, and it was unbearable to see.

Yu Qiao trembled when she saw it, she could already imagine how she would be devastated if she fell into his hands.

Mo Hezhu raised his head and looked at the crowd, and said in a loud voice in fluent Chinese: "Mrs. Zhou is here?" I respect General Zhou's talents, and I want to shake hands with him and make peace, please come to my horse, and I will escort you to General Zhou's camp to show my sincerity. ”

A gust of wind swept by, the yellow sand was confused, and everyone hung their heads and shrunk their necks, all silent.

His face was instantly gloomy, and he sneered: "There is a saying in the Central Plains, don't toast and don't eat and drink, do you think that hiding in the crowd, I will be helpless?" Look at this person, she knows you! ”

A woman was pushed from behind by the Hun soldiers, staggered with steps, and walked step by step to Mo He Zhuma.

Yu Qiao was surprised, and secretly glanced at the crack in the brim of his hat, and suddenly his soul was bluffed, and he couldn't speak for a long time.

It's none other than the former queen Cao Fenghua, the wife of the former Marquis of Zhou.

She was wearing a bearded suit, a begonia red lapel and narrow-sleeved robe, a blue sprinkled striped small mouth pants, and turmeric soft brocade boots.

Holding the lazy makeup bun of the Central Plains woman, the red rouge rubbed on her face should be some days, and it is no longer fresh.

Mo Hezhu swept the long whip from her chest, and the placket of her clothes was open, and she did not resist, she stood dumbfounded, with traces of gnawing and scratches from her neck to a trace of snow, and the bruises and purple were mottled and eye-catching.

Is that still the big girl Cao? Yuqiao's heart ached, and she still remembered that when she first saw her, her face was delicate and cold, and she was heroic in a military dress.

During the spring hunting, her shadow was like a lightning horse flying, killing two birds with one stone, and not letting her eyebrows go.

How could such an arrogant and arrogant person fall into the hands of the Huns at this time, and be destroyed and tortured!

"Empress Cao, if you can identify which one is Mrs. Zhou, I will let you go back to the Central Plains now, and reward you with ten thousand taels of gold."

Mo He Zhu glanced at the deputy general Curry, and the man understood, stepped forward with a lewd smile, grabbed her buttocks, and pushed her forward towards the back blade: "Otherwise, dozens of soldiers in the tent camp tonight will be enough for you." ”

She shuddered, and without being driven away by Curry's seal, she walked slowly towards the kneeling crowd, stopping in front of each other one by one.

Yuqiao calmed down at this time, she knew that the ointment on her cheeks could cover her complexion, but Cao Fenghua would definitely be able to recognize the thin edges of her eyebrows, eyes, nose and lips.

She has no friendship with Cao Fenghua, even if Cao Fenghua identifies her, he doesn't hate her, and any woman who comes to her point can be forgiven.

She, Chu Yuqiao, is determined to make a living, and she can't endure humiliation.

It is a wisp of the soul that the heavens have missed, and it can re-wander in the world, which can keep the Chu Mansion safe, and also find a lover, and get him to pity and pet him in every way.

Yuqiao is actually very content, but what I regret is that there are two lively babies in the belly, and my hand secretly touches the upper abdomen, but I am obedient and sleeping quietly.

It doesn't matter, on the Huangquan Road or by the bridge, my mother is always with me all the way.

Xiahou Yin looked at Cao Fenghua getting closer and closer, his face was full of anxiety, and he leaned close to Yuqiao's ear without a trace and whispered: "I will drag them in a while, and if you run to the backyard of the Qinhu merchant store, you will definitely be able to escape." ”

Yuqiao shook her head, looked at him, and smiled gratefully.

Her nine-month-old belly could no longer run.

Xiahou Yin is a good person, he is kind and honest, has good cooking skills, promises to his brothers, and swears to protect her.

Although the two met for the first time, they always mocked each other every time they saw each other, and no one was convinced.

But she knew how hard he was taking care of her along the way, sheltering her from the wind and rain, staining blood on her hands, frowning and pouting, he could understand it.

Really, just accompany her here!

May he find his delicate lady and live a happier life than now.

She didn't look at him anymore, and then she turned her head, and a pair of brocade boots stood in front of her.

Yu Qiao took a deep breath, slowly raised his eyes, and faced Cao Fenghua's haggard and miserable face.

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Zhou Zhenwei suddenly opened his eyes, and the dream in front of the table last night deeply stirred his heart.

So much so that he couldn't sleep well all night, and it was Yuqiao who whispered something in his ear over and over again, but he couldn't hear it clearly.

wanted to hug her and hug her, but he was always like a slippery river fish, flexibly escaping from his hand.

Suddenly disappeared into the thick fog, only the red dress fluttered, and she was never seen again.

The curtain of the camp was blown open at some point, and the wind was pouring into the tent, and the charcoal-burning brazier had long since been extinguished, and the room was as cold as an ice cellar.

Zhou Zhenwei simply turned over and got out of bed, put on his armor, washed with cold water, and walked out of the camp with the Longquan sword in his hand.

The gray sky was white, and a faint red glow spread around. The air is cold and dry, and if you take a deep breath, a wisp of white mist will come out of your mouth.

There is no end in sight in the long wilderness, and I didn't move back to Broken Flower City yesterday, just because I have to go to Daizhen to protect the city today, and this is the closest to that.

Li Jin was training the sergeants not far away, shouting loudly, his footsteps were sonorous and powerful, and his weapons were waving and slashing, showing the majesty of tigers and tigers, all of whom were rough and heroic warriors, brave men who fought fiercely on the battlefield.

Zhou Zhenwei walked to the cauldron of boiling beef bone soup and sat down, throwing a handful of thatch and a few dry branches into the stove.

Seeing the flames slowly burning, waves of heat came out of the bottom of the pot, warming his body.

I have been stationed at the border for more than a month, and when I first arrived in Broken Flower City, it was even more difficult than I imagined.

Emperor Hongwu has been fighting for a long time, and has greatly reduced the morale of his generals to fight bravely against the enemy.

And the cavalry led by Mo Hezhu was savage and fierce, coming and going as fast as the sandstorm in this city, every battle was fast and accurate, and he was well versed in the tactics of attacking the east and the west, which really made Zhou Zhenwei suffer several times.

But he was not discouraged, and trained his soldiers internally to regain his strength. Strategizing externally, arranging troops, and not daring to slack off.

So he didn't have time to think about Qiao'er, only comforted himself, she must have arrived in Yanjing with Xiahou Yin and Zhao Guanghui, and sat lazily in the garden in the Zhou Mansion, touching his belly in the warm sun of early autumn, and missing him deeply, just like him!

But as the war gradually subsided, Mo Hezhu fled in embarrassment, and he also had more time to think about Qiao'er and the details of the separation.

The delay in bringing any information from the capital is unbelievable and confusing.

always felt that something was wrong, and there was a kind of ominous silence that made Zhou Zhenwei uneasy.

Where did he think that the most unbearable pain in this life was slowly coming silently.