"Princess? The enemy has fallen into a trap, and we are just around the corner to regain the border. Ji Weisheng excitedly reported to Murong Lingluo.

"Okay, let's take advantage of the victory." Murong Lingluo put down the letter in his hand and stepped onto the war horse.

"Princess, no, the high priest has been captured."

A soldier announced, holding a letter in his hand. Murong Lingluo was so anxious that the letter said that as long as she surrendered, the high priest would be spared.

"Princess?" After Ji Weisheng read the letter, he couldn't help but turn pale.

"You quickly return to the city, change all military deployments, if I can't come back, write to the mother emperor on my behalf, and you will take over the post of marshal to defend the country." Murong Lingluo's voice was very resolute.

"Princess, I can't let you go on an adventure alone. Let's go together. Ji Weisheng knelt in front of Murong Lingluo, and all the soldiers didn't want Murong Lingluo to leave alone.

"Don't say it again, General Ji, I know your ability, defend it for me, and we will fight the city together. All the armies obeyed the order, and in the future, when I was not there, I would do the same as when I was there, and perform their duties to protect their families and defend the country. Seeing that Murong Lingluo had made up his mind, the army had no choice but to obey the order and retreat into the city, completely changing the military deployment, Ji Weisheng knew what Murong Lingluo was worried about, and couldn't help but admire her even more.

Murong Lingluo came to the encirclement of the enemy army single-handedly. There were already people there, waiting for her to throw herself into the net.

"You're still here?" A woman stood in front of Murong Lingluo and looked at her with a cold expression. The woman drew the sword in her hand, and with a single sword, it cut through her armor. Murong Lingluo was dressed in red and swayed in the wind. "You've killed so many of us, and now it's time to pay it back." The woman in front of her was a few points more beautiful than Murong Lingluo. The wind is hairy and the sideburns are exposed, and the eyebrows and eyes are lightly swept with spring. The skin is as delicate as a warm jade, soft and greasy, the cherry mouth is not dotted and red, delicate and beautiful, the two strands of hair on the cheeks are gently brushed with the wind, adding a bit of seductive style, and the flexible eyes turn wisely, a little naughty, a little naughty. Dressed in a light green long skirt, with a waist that is not in her hand, she is so flawless. It's so beautiful that it doesn't eat the fireworks of the world.

"What about him?" Murong Lingluo disregarded his own safety at the moment, and kept patrolling the figure of the night soul.

"You're stupid." The woman smiled contemptuously and personally beat Murong Lingluo with three hundred whips. The pain of the flesh and skin is no match for the pain in the heart, the woman said. Murong Lingluo already knew it in his heart.

The news of Murong Lingluo's arrest soon reached Murong Xinyao's ears. Regardless of everyone's opposition, Murong Xinyao resolutely decided to drive the expedition in person.

After being whipped, Murong Lingluo was hung above the city gate, and she watched the familiar figure below arrive. The woman who whipped her smiled at the night spirit.

"After two years together, getting along day and night can't even compare to her smiling at you? Oh, where is the person who said that he carried the hand of the son and co-authored with the son? Murong Lingluo's eyes were slightly red, and he smiled bitterly in his heart.

The sun that had been basking suddenly hid, and snowflakes fell from the sky. Murong Lingluo was already dying at this time. It snowed all over June, but no one remembered the bloody man in red who hung above the city gate. A voice came from her ear, "Your Highness, Princess." Do you know now? There is no true love in this world. ”

Murong Lingluo chuckled: "Got it." She closed her eyes and there was no pain anywhere. All the sensations are gone.

Murong Xinyao drove the expedition in person, because of Murong Lingluo's relationship, his morale was high, and he was like a bamboo along the way. Soon the situation was reversed, and three cities were captured in a row. Hearing the news that Murong Lingluo had died, the former majestic empress seemed to have aged dozens of years all of a sudden.

The soldiers with hatred were also grieved by Murong Lingluo's death, and this princess would live forever in the hearts of each of them.

After three years of fighting, Murong Xinyao finally conquered the imperial capital of the Lingxi Kingdom and took the territory that originally belonged to him. Murong Xinyao whipped the princess three hundred and hung it above the city gate.

The door of the main hall suddenly opened, and the strong light made Murong Xinyao very uncomfortable.

"Your Majesty's goal has been achieved, why are you still worried?" The night soul stood in the main hall, looking at the empress sitting on top of it.

"I'm not a qualified mother, and I don't deserve to be a mother." Murong Xinyao was already in tears. She shouldn't have let Murong Lingluo go out on the expedition and get along with the night soul at all. But she had already regretted it, she had asked Murong Lingluo to return to the palace more than once, but Murong Lingluo had already fallen hopelessly in love with the night soul.

"Dominating the world is Your Majesty's long-cherished wish, and it is also the long-cherished wish of the entire Lingyin Country, and now that the big thing has been accomplished, there is no need for me to stay." The Night Soul finished and left.

"Luo'er, do you know that Night Souls have no love? A hundred years ago, he was cursed by the goddess. He has no love and no heart, forever lonely in this world, immortal and immortal. Whoever falls in love with Him will surely die for Him. He helped us only to fulfill a promise to our ancestors. Two lines of tears crossed Murong Xinyao's cheeks, she had never given Murong Lingluo maternal love since she was a child, and now that she was sacrificing for the country like this, how could she not be sad. But the ending is destined to be unchangeable, are the things that I originally thought really that important?

This world is like this, things must be reversed, and there are gains and losses. How many people in this world can be at peace with what they encounter and live as they wish? Mortal, annoying. Some of the troubles are self-inflicted.

Ji Ruxi looked at the disappearing picture thoughtfully. Love really doesn't make sense. , love and hatred are only in a moment.

"What do you think? Why do you still like to be in a daze? Qing Cang shook Ji Ruxi's arm. Ji Ruxi took advantage of the situation and nestled into Qing Cang's arms.

"I wonder why you love me so much." Ji Ruxi grinned.

"It's not because I'm too dedicated, where are you going to find such a good husband as me." Qing Cang's narcissistic hair was stripped away.

"Look at the following, what's wrong?" Ji Ruxi quickly broke away from Qing Cang's embrace and pointed to something like an air current flying indiscriminately below. The earth was rising with a strong black mist. Qing Cang looked down, and sure enough, he had never seen such a scene before.

"Let's go down and have a look." Qing Cang took Ji Ru's hand and walked towards the next session. When I got closer, I realized that what seemed to be the air flow was actually the urgency of people. The demons followed closely behind and hunted them down.

"What's going on?" Qing Cang found the nearest ghost and asked. Each of them carried a large cloth bag on their shoulders, and there were things in it that were constantly moving. (To be continued......)