The bewitching woman cried into tears.

Hysterical and stumbling towards Yue Pingchuan, the embroidered shoes were knocked off by the ruins and miscellaneous trees, and the snow-white and dazzling feet were dripping with blood, crawling to Yue Pingchuan's side and hugging him.

His lips trembled, "King...... Big...... Don't scare the concubine, king......"

Yue Pingchuan couldn't live.

The lance shattered the internal organs, and at this moment he barely took a breath of energy, and his voice was weak, "Girl, you finally know." ”

The seductive woman nodded.

I have known each other for more than ten years, how can I not know that you are him.

The young son of the Yue family was born to like to read poetry and books, and he was timid and cowardly, and in order to train him, the old prince asked him to follow Dugu Eagle to the Yanyun battlefield when he was seven or eight years old.

The prince of the Yue family was so frightened by the bloodshed of the battlefield that he trembled.

Dugu Vulture put him on his shoulder and urinated.

Back in Kaifeng, the old prince locked him up for a month, and sent him to the battlefield again, it was a tragic pursuit battle, more than 300 people of the Zhenbei Army died in the pursuit, only Dugu Vulture escorted the return of the Yue family.

No one knows what happened in that pursuit.

But since then, the prince of the Yue family resolutely picked up the spear, inherited the ambition of the old prince, studied, practiced the gun, and became another generation of Confucian generals of the Yue family, and finally succeeded hereditarily.

Because he wanted to find someone.

A woman.

He found it.

The bewitching woman became more and more heartbroken.

Since marrying into the Kaifeng Palace, you have vaguely mentioned this matter.

I know it all.

You want to tell me that you are the king, but you are also the Yuejia Pingchuan, coexisting as one, you are one person.

Not alone.

So you don't want me to sleep, one is afraid that I will die of thunder, and the other is because I, the king, you are alone, even if it is Yue Pingchuan, you can't share, you are waiting, waiting for Yue Pingchuan to disappear completely.

But thou knowest my heart, my king.

I was ruined by my hands, and now you are the hidden emperor of the north in this cool world, I want to give you back.

As long as you oppose the Great Cool, you will no longer be able to establish a country.

Why are you so stupid......

The woman cried heartbreakingly.

Yue Pingchuan wanted to reach out to wipe her tears, but he was powerless, and muttered, "Daji, ......" There was a lingering affection in his eyes.

I remembered those things that were long gone.

I remembered the first encounter in this world, when you were sixteen and I was eighteen.

You and the empress are standing in the mountain flowers.

She was as cold as ice.

You smiled brightly and said, "That young man, I heard that you are from the north, do you like the south very much, do you want to find a little daughter-in-law from the south, what do you think of my sister?"

You don't know that at that moment, the heart of an eighteen-year-old young man was crushed by a smile.

Life finally meets again.

In this world, I know at a glance that you are you, but you don't know that I am me.

It's a pity that I'm still Yue Pingchuan, the son of the Yue family.

Fortunately, I am Yue Pingchuan, the son of the Yue family.

So in the last years of Fu Xiang, you married into Kaifeng, and you and I finally continued the frontier.

You want to give me back.

I've always known that.

But girl, Dashang has been submerged in the years of history, and the death of Dashang is not your fault but mine, and I didn't wake up until the country was destroyed and I died.

The world is not the world of one person.

Therefore, I just want to be a prince of the north and stay with you until I grow old.

This is also Yue Pingchuan's thoughts.

He doesn't want the country, and he doesn't want the war between the north and the south, because his surname is Yue, he is the great-grandson of Yue Jingzhong, who is loyal to the country, and he is a big cool weapon guarding the north.

Although you willfully act recklessly in Lin'an, intending to force me to rebel.

But girl, I don't blame you.

In that life, I couldn't let you live happily, and in this life, I am willing to give up everything to protect you.

I'm just sorry Yue Pingchuan.

He sighed, and the attachment in his eyes froze......

Girl, live well.

Breathless.

The bewitching woman still didn't know it, and cried heartbreakingly.

……

……

Zhao Li's thorn slave and the empress's sickle died quickly.

Soon, in an instant, the ground was full of corpses, and the eight thorny slave dead soldiers were all dead, and although there were many dead people in the Kamafang, they were still almost completely wiped out.

Only two people were left and fell to the ground with serious injuries.

They are all dead soldiers, there is no Jianghu gas, the shot is fatal, you stab me, I will insert you with a shot.

When the narrow road meets, the brave wins.

Only in the end there was no winner.

Zhao Li seems to have known that this would be the case, and he is not distressed by the annihilation of the dead soldiers of the thorn slaves, and when he gets the hegemony of the country, he will be able to get more dead soldiers like Zhao Sanfang.

After all, this thorny slave was not his sibling back then.

Now I just want to kill Li Ruyu.

And that's it.

Yue Pingchuan is dead, kill Li Ruyu again, and marry the empress to the disaster, presumably Wang Kun will be happy to do this.

Zhao Li was a little anxious and had to kill Li Ruyu as soon as possible.

The arrow from the top of the mountain was so powerful that it pierced through the lower abdomen and hit him hard, and if the bearer of the bow could shoot another arrow, it would be an unavoidable and deadly threat to himself.

Moreover, after being injured, his strength was greatly damaged.

What if the woman had a second hand?

Zhao Li didn't dare to think about it, but she faintly felt a little uneasy in her heart, the situation was out of her control because of that arrow—or rather, the young man who got up because he put down the book in front of him?

Zhao Li suddenly felt a little empty, and the feeling of being uncontrollable became more and more obvious.

The boy got up.

Zhao Li, who is far taller than a teenager, has a sudden illusion that the teenager is very tall.

Such as standing in the mountains.

It's also very deep.

It's like owning a pool.

A volume of "The True History of Dayan", Li Ruyu read it for most of the day, from Baili Chunxiang to assist Dayan Taizu to establish the country, to Emperor Yan Ai succeeded to the throne at the age of eight, even though there were courtiers who had passed through the heavens and latitudes, but after all, they were unable to turn the tide in the building, and they were added by the yellow robe of Daliang Taizu.

That's the end of it.

Li Ruyu felt a lot.

Yan Taizu's unearthly achievements in expanding the territory, Emperor Yan Wu's reckless military force destroyed the country's pillars, Emperor Yan Ai's single strength is difficult to support the building, and Emperor Yan's body is involuntary and the ministers are difficult to save the hearts of the people......

The smoke of history has dissipated, and the world is sighing.

Dynasties rise and fall, one person can be destroyed, but not destroyed.

The family, the general trend of the world, and the people's hearts are indispensable, and the people's hearts are still very important, such as the yellow robe of Daliang Taizu, which is the heart of the soldiers and the hope of the people in the world.

It was Taizu who succeeded to the throne, and the world was inspired.

Li Ruyu put down the history book in his hand.

Hold your hands and stand up.

sighed with a lonely expression, taking history as a mirror, you can know that the people are water, the king is the boat, the water can carry the boat, and the boat can also be overturned.

In an instant, there was a glow behind the young man.

The young man has been for many years, and it seems that the old Confucian who came out of the years of the Great Yan is full of writing and ink, and there is the fragrance of books that has gone through the years, from the long hair, the long shirt, and the footsteps of the young man, like a river surging out.

and floated out of the long river of history of Dayan's annihilation.

The young man is full of books and has a literary heart.

The posture of a Confucian sage.

Behind the young man, there is a phantom like a mountain, and there are scholars standing on the mountain with their hands in their hands, surrounded by water like an ink pool.

The immortals on Huiji Mountain came.