For "Qi Meng"...... Or the good goddess of Zoroastrianism, at the beginning, it was actually difficult for Ning Jiang to say how much he had a good impression of her. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Even if she is in Luan Mei's body, she is not Luan Mei, and Ning Jiang sees this more clearly than anyone else.

Originally, it was just an enemy...... Or rather, an enemy who was lured by him because of some kind of mistake.

At the moment when she left, he felt a heart-wrenching pain.

Perhaps, not having a relationship with too many women is the really right choice.

In some ways, he didn't have the same vision as he imagined...... The persistence of decades in the previous life was because I couldn't really see it.

Even if she was just an enemy, she was an enemy who was brainwashed by him because of an accident, when she was trying to protect Luan Mei...... Protect the woman he really values, when she doesn't hesitate to scatter her soul, when she knows that she is hopeless, but still wants to see him for the last time, just to tell him that she has successfully returned the "she" that belongs to him to him.

He found himself unable to see.

She said that she was originally a small bird on the Kunlun Mountains...... What kind of little fool is that?

She would really believe in the glory of communism and that there is real equality.

Didn't she know that it would be impossible to achieve it in a few hundred years, or even a thousand years?

From the very beginning, she was for one, beautiful to the extreme...... But he also worked hard with a dream that was extremely false.

He ...... for her At that time, she occupied Luan Mei's body, weaving a beautiful net, and then easily caught her, and now, Luan Mei finally succeeded in breaking away from her and returning to him, but he couldn't laugh at her stupidity.

As a victor in his scheme, he did not have any joy at the moment.

He ...... after all I can't see it as much as I imagined, whether it's a past life or a present.

Perhaps, it is precisely because of this that in his previous life, he was unwilling to get too close to anyone, no friends, no women, and no other drag except to save his lost sister.

It was a life that was so depressed that even he couldn't tell whether it was a real "living" life.

But this time, there are many places, which are already different.

If it was in the previous life, he would not touch Wuyan, he would not touch Jianli, and he would not be like a playboy, and he would not knock down Baotong, Red Butterfly, and Xiaolu at the same time.

Now, looking back at himself, he also realizes that he has really changed, become a little strange, and become a little less like the self he knew.

Or, this was originally a part of him, but in the previous life, he was too depressed, suppressed all the emotions he didn't think he needed, without hesitation, without heartache...... Actually, there is nothing.

Love, lust...... He was attracted to these things that he thought he could control.

And the heartache ...... It was so unexpected.

With his hands in his hands, he slowly paced to the window and looked up at the moon clipping in the distant sky.

In the season of spring flowers, even the night breeze carries a smoky fragrance. All kinds of floral fragrances are permeated, exuding people's hearts, the flames of war flying in the distance, the warm flower language in the near distance, the coldness that can be seen, the warmth that cannot be seen, all kinds of interweaving, lingering in every way.

In this world, there are still too many inequalities, imperfections, or so-called perfection, which will never exist.

But no matter what, one day, he will bring the bird that left him back to such a world.

In this life, there are many places where he has indeed changed.

But there is one thing that has not changed, and perhaps it can't be changed...... He couldn't see it after all!

But there is something about it...... It doesn't matter if it's a human being or a god.

He's going to make them pay the price......

***

"The Imperial Driver?" In the main hall of the palace, on the dragon chair, Song Junzhe, the new son of heaven, sat on the dragon chair, his face changed slightly.

The ministers also looked at each other, these days, Ning Jiang, who is also the generalissimo of the world's soldiers and horses, has actually put aside the court, with his prime minister's mansion as the military affairs office, all the power revolves around the prime minister's mansion, and the authority of the Son of Heaven is almost the same as nothingness.

And now, Ning Jiang has appeared in the court for the first time for so many days, but he wants him to drive in person?

"The front-line war is stalemate, although the armies are brave, but they are not subordinate to each other, some people are secretly watching, some people raise Kou to support the army, only with the power of the Son of Heaven, come to the battlefield in person, one is to restrain the generals, so that the generals are united, the second is to show that I have recovered the Central Plains in the Great Zhou, and I am not relieved of the Huaxia Tianwei, and I will not give up the determination, and the third is to make the barbarian army general afraid of the soldiers, and the majesty of the emperor of Ming Huaxia." Ning Jiang stood at the foot of the stairs and stood with his hands in his hands, "Please also ask Your Majesty to go north to the Central Plains and personally conquer the barbarians." ”

Song Junzhe's face was ugly, and his eyes couldn't help but look at an old minister on the right, who was also secretly wiping cold sweat.

Song Junzhe naturally knew that his power had basically been hollowed out, but several old ministers around him persuaded him to forbear it for the time being.

"Since Ningjiang wants to be the generalissimo of the world's soldiers and horses, let him do a good job. The war in the north is tight, and where is it so easy to deal with the barbarian Hu such as the fierce investigation and assassination? Looking at this Ning Jiang, he didn't want to wait longer, and he was bent on recovering the Central Plains in a few months, even so, he would definitely go north to supervise the formation and personally lead the troops, and at that time, it would be Your Majesty's opportunity. That's what the old minister said.

However, Song Junzhe and these old ministers who still have their hearts on him did not expect that Ning Jiang would let the Son of Heaven "drive the expedition in person"?

The old minister hurriedly stepped out: "Generalissimo Ning, this matter ......"

Ning Jiang didn't look at him, and said coldly: "I'm asking Your Majesty's opinion." ”

The old minister was so frightened that he didn't dare to say more, retreated to both sides, and quietly glanced at the Son of Heaven.

Song Junzhe hesitated for a long time, and said in a low voice: "Front-line supervisor, I ...... I also have this intention, but these days, I am quite unwell, can I wait for another ten days and a half months? ”

Ning Jiang said lightly: "The war is urgent, how can you stay longer?" Since Your Majesty is uneasy, it doesn't matter, tomorrow the ministers will personally go north, and then ask Your Majesty to visit the three armies at the head of the city, so that the soldiers who are about to go north know the importance of the Son of Heaven. ”

Song Junzhe breathed a sigh of relief: "It should be like this, and it should be like this." ”

After the dispersal of the dynasty, in the evening of that day, Ningjiang sent Luanmei, Baotong, Red Butterfly, Huangfu Lu and others out of the city gate.

Red Butterfly looked at him and said, "Brother Ning, we are waiting for you in Huiji Mountain...... You must come back safely. ”

Ning Jiang smiled: "Don't worry, it'll be fine." ”

Luan Mei said in a low voice: "I know that you have always had many outstanding points, but the battlefield is different from others, flying arrows and artillery fire, all of them are not long-sighted, there are always many accidents, you must take care of yourself." ”

Ning Jiang held her in his arms, touched and touched, and said with a smile: "You just have to rest assured, I will come back safely." ”

Luan Mei blushed and slapped the hand he touched between her legs...... Her nieces and nieces were still watching.

Ning Jiang thought to himself, what are you shy...... Haven't I touched them? Keep ticking around.

Under the gaze of Baotong, Red Butterfly, and Little Heron, Luan Mei's face was flushed.

After sending the daughters away, early the next morning, the three armies gathered outside the city, and Song Junzhe, the son of heaven, came to the city with his ministers.

The blue sky, cloudless, the Son of Heaven looked at the city, and all the colors changed. Just below them, dozens of young women, with open breasts and bare breasts, half naked fruits, were tied in front of the mighty military formation with their hands tied. Most of these women are delicate and delicate, and at this moment, they are all pressed by the executioner, or their faces are pale, or they are whispering.

"Generalissimo!" An old minister pointed to the women in the city who were about to be beheaded, "This ...... Who are these people? ”

The indifferent young man stood beside them and said, "These are all Zoroastrian demon girls, who stir up trouble in the south in the name of the so-called 'fairies' of Cixinzhai, intending to take advantage of the outbreak of war to create trouble in the south. Now, these demon girls have been captured, so they beheaded the sacrificial flag in front of this battle to strengthen the hearts of the army. ”

He stepped forward and shouted, "It's three o'clock in the afternoon!" Execute! ”

The executioners raised their flasks and took a sip, then sprayed wine on the dangling broadsword at the same time.

One of the courtiers whispered: "Generalissimo, it's not three o'clock in the afternoon, it's only one o'clock in the morning......

The young man turned his head and looked at him coldly. The courtier's face turned pale all of a sudden, and he looked to the left and to the right, but no one dared to say anything.

The young man took his hands and continued to look at him: "You mean, the generalissimo is mistaken? ”

The man's face was bloodless: "No...... No! ”

The young man said lightly: "Isn't it the generalissimo who made a mistake?" So, it's really three o'clock in the afternoon? ”

Cold sweat flowed from the man's forehead: "Yes...... It was three o'clock in the afternoon...... It's really three o'clock in the afternoon! ”

The young man shouted: "Since it is three o'clock in the afternoon, why did you say it was one o'clock in the morning just now?" You know that the Son of Heaven is here, but in front of the Son of Heaven, you reverse black and white, pointing to the deer as a horse, what is your intention? ”

The man: "I, I ......"

The young man turned around with his hands in his hands: "Your Majesty! This, people, deception, king! ”

Song Junzhe said: "This, this ......"

The young man said: "The crime of bullying the king should be beheaded according to the law!" He turned his head and shouted, "What do you see?" Why don't you drag this deceitful person down and behead him? ”

A group of men immediately rushed up and pulled the man down. The man first begged for mercy loudly, but finally found that it was useless, but he also hardened, and scolded while being dragged around: "surnamed Ning, you traitor, you madman, don't think that you have always been able to cover the sky with one hand, you must not die well, one day you will not die well......"

In the midst of the pig-like scolding, the courtier was dragged outside the city gate, and was forcibly tied to his knees along with the beautiful "fairies" of Cixinzhai.

"Execution!" Loud shouts came from the city.

The sword light was swung down at the same time almost at the same time, and the blood spilled, the falling heads, the abrupt scolding, and the sand and stones stained red in the sunlight made everything around them quiet. The city wall was silent, and the new emperor was wearing a dragon robe, his hands were clenched, but he was constantly trembling.

The early morning sun shines on the cold iron spread out far away, waving the flag, and the blade light is like the sea. The fog that has not yet dissipated in the distance shrouds the mountains, and even in the early morning, the cold is still deep.

The young man looked at the rising sun in the distance, groaned for a while, and suddenly muttered to himself: "It turns out that it is really a moment of time?" ”

Song Junzhe opened his mouth and wanted to speak, but for a while, he couldn't speak. Under the city walls, the rolling human heads were stained, bringing out bright red snowflakes, dozens of severed women's heads, and their headless corpses after being stripped naked, which was still shocking to watch. The slain minister, as the only man in his official uniform, looked unusually glaring.

The young man held the folding fan tightly and was heartbroken: "It was me who was wrong, I killed the wrong person, it turned out that he was right, and now it is really a moment." Looking at Song Junzhe and the others: "Why don't you remind me?" ”

He looked around, and everyone was silent.

The young man took his hand and left with a long sigh: "The city is full of civil and military, even the hour can be mistaken, if the world is handed over to you people...... That's really the end of it. ”

Seeing him go down the city wall like this until he disappeared, an old minister pointed in the direction he left and trembled with anger: "He...... He ...... "After all, I can only talk about it, and I can't continue."

Ning Jiang mounted his war horse, rode out, and galloped towards the front army. He slowly stretched out his hand, and the soldiers raised their heads and shouted, and the momentum shook the sky. On the city wall in the rear, the Son of Heaven and the ministers all changed color, such a military might, in the years after the collapse of the cultural atmosphere, they have not really seen it for a long time.

The cold light rolled up the sword, the blood stained the iron coat red, and the rolling horses' hooves shook the mountains and rivers, and swept desperately to the north. The slaughtered, the devastated, the countless bones buried in the heavy snow of winter, as if at this moment erupted their resentment. The cold winter is over, but the world at this moment is colder than the cold winter.

The staggered war horses, the fallen corpses, some people standing, some people kneel, all kinds of life in this monstrous wave, staged scenes of opera, there are sad songs, there are ugly states, the big knife is chopped out, the skin and flesh are opened, and the blood spilled soon becomes cold, but there is always something, even death cannot be frozen. This world will not disappear because of the lack of anyone, but the tide of history is composed of countless people's lives.

Everyone plays their own role in such a wave, among them, those who stand at the head of the big wave and lead the times...... Call as a hero!