Song Yuan waved away the nearby soldiers and looked at the picture with his eyes.

Tuyan reluctantly opened the carriage and opened the curtains, and in the carriage lay a middle-aged lady with a beautiful face and a beautiful face.

Song Yuan climbed into the car, held the woman's hand and called out to Mrs. gently, and then stroked her cheek again, "Madam, you are beautiful today!" You don't like Deng Yi, so my husband will let you deal with him in person today! You'll be happy watching from the sky, right? ”

A fine sweat oozed from Tuyan's forehead.

Song Yuan pulled away Huasheng, who had fixed Dong's hair, took off the nine green gems inlaid on Huasheng, and pinned Huasheng back to the top of Dong's hair.

Holding the nine-grid thunderbolt in one hand, Song Yuan looked at Tuyan and smiled lightly.

Tuyan took several steps back.

He had long been tied to Song Yuan's warship, and Song Yuan was still not very worried about him, so he had to let him see this scene.

The Song family used Dong's corpse to transport thunderbolts, if Da Sima knew, the situation of the Song family army would be even more difficult, the Song family army was gone, and Tuyan would be buried with him.

I'm afraid that Dong's death was not Deng's hand...

When I thought about it, a chill crept up from the soles of my feet.

Tu Yan's expression was complete, he bent down and bowed deeply, and said humbly: "The last general is only from the general's order!" ”

Song Yuan's eyebrows jumped, the green stone in his hand shook twice, and two of them collided slightly, making a gentle sound.

Tuyan gritted his teeth and trembled his hands to pick it up.

Two thunderbolts landed in his palms.

Song Yuan approvingly: "General Tu is loyal and commendable, and Song leads you to this." ”

The remaining seven. They were given to seven expressionless firearms battalion minions one by one.

Song Yuan walked towards the carriage with his hands in his hands.

"Do it in half an hour, if you don't die this time, Song will definitely ask for General Tu's seal. In the future, the hussar general should have the surname Tu. ”

Tuyan gasped deeply and stood in eighth place.

Song Yuan picked up Dong's body with a sad face and slowly walked out of the Taifu Mansion. Just step by step, concentrating on the woman in his arms, he walked around Chang'an Avenue in the direction of the imperial city.

Dong Yuan, who was kneeling outside the imperial city to ask for an edict, saw his son-in-law walking slowly with his daughter in his arms, and endless sorrow lingered around him. He staggered to his feet and rose to meet him.

The corners of Song Yuan's lips moved. The figure was stunned, the expression on his face was also stunned, and his steps swayed. A cloud of blood mist erupted from the sky, and the whole person was planted straight towards the palace steps.

His head slammed on the white jade steps, dyed a bright color, and he held Dong with both hands. Didn't let her land.

Dong Yuan's heart trembled. Ran over quickly, caught his daughter, and shouted sadly at Song Yuan, who had fallen to the ground, "Song Yuan! ”

Song Yuanqiang opened his eyes, his face was as pale as paper, "Father-in-law, Song Yuan didn't fulfill his promise back then, he didn't protect Xiao Su, and in the future... Song Jiajun will entrust it to you. ”

Dong Yuan shook his hand and squeezed Song Yuan's hand. Said angrily: "Confused! Your husband and wife are deeply in love, and Xiao Su is gone. You don't have it anymore, what should Xian'er do? I'm old, how can I take care of the two armies? ”

Song Yuan's eyes widened unwillingly, and he squirted another mouthful of blood, and his nostrils began to bleed, "Father-in-law!" I have made the iniquity... I gave my life to Xiao Su. As if he had done something wrong, he lowered his eyes and whispered weakly: "Just now, the little son-in-law also led the troops to surround the Taifu Mansion, leaving a few dead soldiers..."

Dong Yuan instantly understood what Song Yuan had done, and his body couldn't help but tremble.

If you have a son-in-law like this, what more can you ask for?

Dong Yuan took out the other half of the tiger talisman in his arms and threw it at Song Yuan, then gently placed Dong at his side, turned around and left.

"The crossbow army is in your hands, and the old man is relieved. You take good care of your injuries, take good care of Xian'er, and take care of the Dong family. Su Nanjin's old man has a clear name, if he dies at your hands, Emperor Wei will definitely find someone to top the cylinder... The old man is seventy years old, and he can be regarded as living almost, so he should die! ”

Dong Yuan tragically went to replace Song Yuan's main army and attacked the Taifu Mansion.

Song Yuan looked at his distant back, took out a snow-white handkerchief from his sleeve, wiped the blood stains on his face, and let out a long breath.

The tiger talisman is in hand, the Taifu Mansion is about to blow up, and the people who carry the black pot have also rushed to deal with the aftermath... Well, Dong is also dead... As soon as Deng Yi died, there was no pillar in the Chinese army, and over time, it could be collected for its own use. The feeling that the world is in control of all the soldiers and horses, don't be too good!

What should we do with the rest of the time?

Go home to prepare for the funeral of the Dong family, or go to the emperor to cry in front of the emperor?

Forget it, make a circle in front of the palace wall, which means to show your face, and Emperor Wei will naturally receive the wind.

The white jade palace steps are stained with blood, and the vermilion palace wall leaves a grudge, and this majestic imperial city is more pleasing to the eye in the autumn rain.

Song Yuan hugged Dong and circled the moat.

Yu Lin Wei on the city tower had already passed the news into the Dragon Hall after the Nine Dao Palace Ban.

When Emperor Wei heard this, he smiled, and turned his eyes to the young man in the hall and said, "When you encounter a storm, you will turn into a dragon!" Song Yuan seized the opportunity given by Lonely... What about you? ”

Zhang Combing bowed and saluted, looked down at the lamp under his feet and absorbed the emotions in his eyes before slowly raising his eyes and said: "I have handed over the soul fixing needle to Mrs. Su, as long as both sides are defeated in this battle tonight, he will definitely insert it for Su Qianruo in person, I just need to learn from General Song, and honestly carry the sedan chair to the door to marry!" ”

Emperor Wei nodded, appreciative.

"Song Yuan shouted and shouted to kill, and the organs were exhausted, but he made a wedding dress for you! Zhang Combing, Lone is not wrong to look at you. ”

"Your Majesty Shengming, your eyes are like torches!"

Emperor Wei propped up half of his body slightly, and said casually: "I heard that you have a covetous heart for Su Qianruo?" ”

Zhang Shaoxing was silent for a moment before he replied unhurriedly: "Or it should be called unwilling." Unwilling to be abandoned, unwilling to pay without response! How sincere can the marriage contract made by the older generation be? The Zhang family is just borrowing a momentum, if Su Qianruo was willing to marry, I would have accepted it, she made a fuss and lost my face, and became a joke in Yecheng, even if I had a little thought, I was made up! ”

Emperor Wei's dragon couch was placed on the detailed report of Yecheng, and Zhang Soxing's remarks were reasonable.

The Zhang family borrowed the east wind, and now it is borrowing the royal east wind, so the Su family will inevitably abandon it.

"Then Su Qianruo's body is still clean?"

Zhang Combing looked at Emperor Wei and smiled at his wrinkled face, his face stiffened, and then he lowered his head and said, "Wei Chen really doesn't know about this matter. The daughter of Su Fu, if she has no wedding ceremony, she should naturally not lose her body. ”

Emperor Wei sat back and resumed his leisurely sitting posture.

Spread out a portrait casually, stroked it with his fingertips, and Wei Huang waved his hand.

Zhang Combing walked out slowly.

Emperor Wei raised his head, the hall was silent for a while, he got up and lit a few more candles, the hall was exceptionally bright, and the dark guard hiding in the shadows blinked, feeling a little unaccustomed.

The autumn moon outside the palace is bright, is slowly sinking into the clouds, half-overcast and half-retreating moonlight sprinkled on the vermilion mottled palace wall of the palace, reflecting the bright lights in the hall, showing a blood-colored light and shadow.

Emperor Wei closed his eyes, and the blood-colored light and shadow hit his old face, a little sluggish.

"I love red! Chang'an City has a lot of favorite things lately. What about King Ning? Tell him to bathe and change his clothes, and go to Da Changqiu to serve, Lonely, it will be over in a while! (To be continued.) )