Sunset, windy sand valley.

The yellow sand is long, rising in the wind, and the heavens and the earth are wrapped in this overwhelming sand and dust. In the valley, the sound of killing gradually stopped, and the ground was full of dead bodies. In the middle of the room, a man knelt on one knee, his red blood staining his silver armor.

A silver spear propped up the ground, and the sound of whirring and gasping heralded the end of his life. The feather arrow rose and fell with his chest, and he tried to get up, but unfortunately his strength was exhausted, and he was already strong on his knees.

Haven't the reinforcements arrived yet?

He slowly raised his head, and the soldiers around him unconsciously took a step back, and in the wind, a sharp roar sounded, and a silver arrow pierced straight into his back, and the pain spread, but the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and he whispered with a hint of contempt. Seeing this, the Di generals couldn't help but shout in Di language.

Do not understand. But looking at his teeth and claws, it's definitely not a good thing.

Gently closing his eyes, ignoring the other party's provocation, the sound of eardrum vibration became clearer and clearer, and his thoughts gradually became a little blurred. The sound of the wind and scolding lingered in his ears, and at this moment, a very thin sound of horses' hooves mixed in.

He shuddered, opened his eyes suddenly, and struggled to his feet with the last of his strength. Looking ahead, the sound of horses' hooves mixed with the noise became clearer and clearer, as if to verify what he thought in his heart, and a trace of relief rose at the corner of his mouth.

Dachu's country has been guarded. It's a pity......

Suddenly, there was another arrow in his back, and a stream of blood rushed straight to his throat, and he fell to his knees again, blood gushing out, splashing on the dry yellow rock, his eyes bright red.

In a trance, it seems to have returned to Anyang, which is thousands of miles away. 陛xià, Taiming...... And Ying'er...... With a smile on his lips, he finally closed his eyes and fell to the ground with a bang.

According to the report, General Xuanwu Shang Yi died in the battle of Fengsha Valley, killed more than half of the enemy before his death, and annihilated the enemy after the reinforcements, and won a great victory through the customs.

Anyang.

The remnant sun is like blood, hanging on the eaves of the Jiuzhen Dynasty Palace. In the empty hall, Emperor Chu Xuan sat on a high seat, and Guo An, the chief eunuch beside him, looked at him with an anxious expression.

Ah Yi......

Suddenly, Emperor Xuan clenched his chest, a huge cough, Guo An hurriedly stepped forward to stroke his back, only to hear a wow, the green tendons between his foreheads swelled, and a mouthful of blood was sprinkled on the case, which immediately caused Guo An to be surprised.

"Majesty!"

Emperor Xuan always looked ahead in a daze with crystal eyes, ignoring Guo An's call. His lips opened slightly, and he muttered, "Ah Yi...... Ah Yi ......"

In the twilight, the lone goose passed alone, letting out bursts of wailing.

"Xiangye, so you can sit back and relax, right?"

"It's natural, the wings are clipped, how long do you think he can hold on?"

Outside the hall, the two laughed and talked quietly.

Until the sun goes down, the light no longer shines, and everything is dimmed.

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The wedge is hung up, telling the story of three generations of imperial power and party struggle, supporting Mingjun to ascend to the throne, and the little angel you like will take it first~