The sound of brittle bones and wails resounded through the four fields, but the thick bloody breath did not stain the young man with a straight back on the horse. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Murong Qu saw all this and shouted: "Escape!" Escape! ”

As soon as the Lord's terrified and slightly trembling voice came out, the Hu people almost threw away their armor and ran wildly.

Wang Jingzhi's eyes must have spilled out from his lips slowly: "Fan Ming, cast the net!" His voice was as jade as ever, and his expression was floating, as if he were transcendent.

In just a moment, I didn't know where to sprinkle the fishing net, and I was caught by the Hu people's 351 nets sandwiched in the middle, and the Hu people who were caught had not yet reacted, and there was a strong smell of fire oil from the tip of the nose.

In a panic, rockets fell from the sky.

At this moment, the Hu people who were caught in the fire net only wanted to escape, and they bumped around, and the Hu people who were not caught in the fishing net on their side were touched by the body that was on fire due to wine, and the flames rose into the air.

Yang Yu looked at everything in front of him, his lips rose slightly, and his eyes couldn't help but look at the dazzling person in the plain robe.

The man's black jade lotus crown hair, his handsome face was shining in the sunlight, his posture was upright, and the wind god was like the moon.

She laughed and shouted, "Kill! "The gorgeous red lips are lightly opened and closed, and the flamboyance is indispensable.

Seeing that the Hu people were defeated like a mountain, Murong Qu's eyes were dull, his lips were slightly open, he looked at it in disbelief, he wanted to cry without tears, he looked up to the sky and laughed, the scimitar in his hand fell crisply, and his hair hung messily in front of his eyes, like a mad demon.

In the blink of an eye, Wang Jingzhi took the horse and came to him slowly.

Murong Qu looked at him with tears in his eyes and shouted, "Who are you!" It hurts me like this! ”

Wang Jingzhi smiled indifferently, his voice was as clear as autumn rain falling into a calm and waveless lake, and there was a clear smile between his lips, but people couldn't detect a trace of temperature and said: "Wang Jingzhi." ”

This voice fell into Murong Qu's ears lightly, he was stunned for a moment, shook his head and said, "It is actually Wang Jingzhi, who is amazing and brilliant in the Iron Flame Army." With a deep sense of remorse in his eyes, he said sneeringly: "I knew that you were in Qiongcheng, where would I come here to die." ”

Wang Jingzhi said indifferently: "Barbarian, do you want to kill yourself or will I give you death?" ”

Murong Qu's eyes were scattered, but his tone was firm: "A soldier would rather die at the hands of the enemy than kill himself." As he spoke, he grasped the reins tightly with both hands, and closed his eyes tightly, looking at death as if he were at home.

"As Qing wants." Wang Jingzhi said lightly between his lips. In the next moment, a flash of silver light flashed, and a cold and piercing blood hole was pierced in Murong Qu's chest.

Crashed to the ground.

Yang Yu pursed his lips and smiled, and shouted loudly: "The master of the Hu people is dead, and all the soldiers are killed!" This clear and delicate girl's voice fell into the hearts of everyone.

The soldiers' faces were covered with sackcloth, but the smile was unmistakable. They have become more heroic.

The golden crow rises to the sky.

The Hu people were killed.

Outside the gate of Qiongcheng, there were piles of corpses and rivers of blood.

The soldiers still surrounded the sackcloth, moved the corpse of the Hu man to one place, and lit piles of flames.

The flames were so bright that they burned their faces red.

Seven or eight blue-roofed chariots slowly drove out of the city gates, leaving the corpse-strewn city behind.

The carriage traveled leisurely, Yang Yu was draped in freshly washed hair, and Wang Jingzhi's legs were pilllowed.

Wang Jingzhi's body stiffened slightly, his left hand unconsciously touched the silver ring on the ring finger of his right hand, the roots of his ears were slightly red, and his forehead hair naturally hung down in front of his eyes, covering the faintly flustered eyes for this person.

Yang Yu's plain white and plump little hands hugged his tall waist tightly, and said softly: "Lang Jun, Ah Yu is tired." Between the slight flickering of his eyes, his red lips were slightly hooked, and he was charming.

Wang Jingzhi's body stiffened again.

Yang Yu's small hand touched his chest, and said in a cheerful voice: "Lang Jun is ashamed? ”

Wang Jing's heart rippled, his backhand clasped Yang Yurushuanghao's wrist, frowned slightly, stared at her condescendingly, his throat moved unconsciously, his eyes that were clear and not microwave in the past were a little affectionate, and his voice was slightly hoarse: "You girl, dare to charm me so much." ”

Yang Yu chuckled between his lips, like ink hair scattered on the soft couch, his upper body raised slightly, gently pecked between his lips, and then lay down again, and a soft sentence overflowed between his lips: "I'm finally back." After she said this, her eyes slowly closed, and with a reassuring smile on her face, she fell asleep deeply.

When Wang Jingzhi heard this, his heart moved, and he said softly: "I'm back." Seeing Yang Yu's sleeping face, he couldn't bear to leave, but he was anxious to ask Chu Yi and Yang Guchen about Jiujiang City, and finally made up his mind to leave first, but found that Yang Yu's body pressed his wide sleeves, and in desperation, there was a crisp sound of "crunch", he tore off his sleeves and gently exited the carriage.

Yang Guchen, who was riding a horse, couldn't help but be stunned on the spot when he saw Wang Jingzhi.

He chuckled lightly and said slowly: "Wang Jingzhi of Yushu Lanzhi actually broke his sleeves because of Qingqing?" ”

The servants on the side also smiled when they heard this.

Wang Jingyi looked at Yang Guchen with a pair of deep pool-like eyes, and said lightly: "Is the King of Jiujiang disrespectful to Ah Yu?" ”

When Yang Guchen heard this, he was first angry, and then told all kinds of things that happened in Jiujiang City one by one.

Before, Wang Jing was just one of the people listening, and unconsciously, the servants leaned aside without a trace, listening to the resolute, heroic and resourceful girl in Yang Guchen's mouth.

The scholars listened dumbfounded to the whispers of the servants, and when they heard the nervousness, they all raised their eyebrows. During the temporary rest of the carriage, the people in the convoy approached one after another, singing one by one.

When a maidservant heard that Yang Yu stepped on the high platform and pointed at the king of Jiujiang, she was shocked, and said with a pale face: "The sword points at the prince? ”

The servant who was happily on the side rolled his eyes and said, "This is a show of conduct." ”

Although the maidservant was afraid, she did not hesitate to ask, "What happened later?" ”

The servant smiled proudly, and then narrated, Yang Yu said impassioned and well-reasoned words, and under duress, the king of Jiujiang lent her soldiers and horses.

Then Yang Yu sang a song outside the gate of Jiujiang Palace, satirizing the prince with one word.

The dark clouds on everyone's faces finally cleared the clouds.

The maidservant sighed, "What a god of wind, what an arrogant girl! ”

Another old man who drove the car said: "What a strange woman." The servants looked and saw that it was the groom of the royal family.

Don't say that scholars and ministers pay attention to their families, even among their subordinates.

Although the people here are all subordinate servants, the subordinate servants of each family are also divided into three, six, nine and so on because of the noble identity of the master, and everyone respectfully salutes the old man and looks at the old man.

Lao Suo has been driving in Wang's house for many years, and he has long been accustomed to such a gaze, and he left with a little pride.

The carriage rested for three moments and set out on its way again.

It's night, by the river.

The moonlight was hazy with a few dark clouds, emitting a dim and yellowish light, and wisps of dark golden light fell on the earth like water. The mountains and peaks are endless, the Yangtze River is rolling, and the river is turbulent and unrestrained. The mountain peaks are reflected in the river water, and the shadows are abundant.

Outside the camp, along the riverbank there are hundreds of displaced people, these displaced people are suffering from yellow muscles and pain, and they do not know how much suffering they have experienced to reach the moat that divides the north and south in half, who would have thought that after a lot of hardships to get here, but can not cross the river, can only guard here with a miserable face.

Among them, the old and the young, all of them migrated with their families, and although they were hungry, they did not dare to offend the soldiers in the camp. (To be continued.) )