"Withdraw!"

Yuan Ning is unwilling, he is unwilling!

At this time, it was the time when he would be able to capture the city wall even if it was another day.

"Ten thousand people will follow me back to Yandu on horseback, and the rest will be behind the palace!" he said to Murong Xiuyi.

Murong Xiuyi sighed lightly and bowed his head to listen to the order.

His Royal Highness the Crown Prince did not die sooner or later, but he died at this time.

At this time, not only he deserved to die, but even the emperor deserved to die.

If the emperor is healthy, Yuan Ning doesn't need to be in such a hurry, but this emperor is also lingering, and Yuan Ning has no reason not to be in a hurry.

He was bent on breaking through the Central Plains, for fear that someone would ascend the throne and stab him in the back.

At this time, it is time to strike first.

"Look, the Anjun army has withdrawn!" the scout shouted in joy, raising his hand and pointing into the distance.

The rolling army is rolling away again.

Zhong Ying stood at the head of the city, his arms trembling uncontrollably.

It's over, it's over?

Obviously, only ten days have passed, but Zhong Ying seems to have passed a hundred years.

It wasn't until now, when someone whispered in his ear, "It's over," that he was embarrassed to find out that it was only ten days.

From the time the eldest prince of the Ye family was recalled to the capital to the return of the third prince, it was only a few months.

The defense of the head of the city was still not relaxed, and with the soldiers respectfully "Your Highness", a white-robed general climbed the city tower surrounded by everyone.

Yang Qingtan's soldiers were all dressed in black, and he was the only one in a conspicuous snow suit.

He is to inform those who are waiting at the head of the city that their men have arrived, and that the crisis has passed.

Yang Qingjue turned around with a smile and looked at the two people walking towards her.

One person in a snow suit, one person in a green shirt.

One has a cold face, and the other laughs sadly.

"Long time no see, Brother Three Emperors, Brother Zhu. Yang Qingjue said.

Sheng, there are sheng poems, sheng zhu.

Go to "poem" and take another word.

In the year of Ye Sheng's weak crown, the word "Cizhu" was used.

Yang Qingjue bowed down, and his movements were slightly stiff towards the two of them.

"It's finally here, and it's not in vain for me to keep these days. ”

He sighed and said to Ye Sheng.

"I'm so sorry that Madame refused my invitation and insisted on staying in the west of the city. ”

After this count, the second son, Ye Xiao, was killed in battle the day before yesterday, the eldest lady Ye Qinmei asked God with her body, and the second miss Ye Qinlan was suspected of being captured and did not know what happened. ”

Ye Sheng closed his eyes, paused for a long time, and finally opened them slowly.

For the first time, whether it was a bleak wry smile or a spring breeze-like laugh, Yang Qingjue couldn't see anything in Ye Sheng's eyes.

"Yes. Ye Sheng half-tilted his head, and finally let out a long sigh.

With a sigh, he looked at Yang Qingjue again.

"Then I don't know where Miss Ye Qinzhu is?"

"Don't worry about this. Yang Qingjue smiled and waved her hand.

As soon as Ye Qinzhu was mentioned, the pain all over his body seemed to disappear, and his limbs, which had been oppressed by spiritual power, were stiff again.

"After giving her back the spiritual powers, I lied to her that I was going north out of the city. ”

"In the current situation, she must have left the city and is safe and sound. ”

"You don't need to be anxious, you just have to wait for her to return. ”

Zhong Ying gritted her teeth and said nothing.

In front of him is the eldest prince who has just been hit by a series of death news, and the seventh highness who is smiling lightly.

He should have forgotten what he had seen before, as he had practiced countless times, pretending to be a cappella singer on the stage.

"It's a pity that the third young lady is in a hurry, knowing that His Royal Highness the Seventh still has to deceive her during such a period, I'm afraid she won't be able to think about it for a while, and she won't come back at all. ”

He shook his finger, frowning with sorrow.

"Master Ye, you really have to wait. ”

That's it, that's it.

After that, what Yang Qingjue and the two said again, he couldn't hear clearly. The only thing he remembered was that Yang Qingjue originally planned to make a big salute to the third prince, but was directly stopped.

The third prince seemed to say something, and a trace of surprise appeared on the face of the Seventh Highness, and then a smile appeared.

"Since the third brother has his own thoughts, Na Jue will retire first. ”

As he spoke, His Highness gathered his sleeves and walked towards the steps at the corner of the city wall.

I haven't seen Yang Qingjue walking for a long time, and Zhong Ying actually had the illusion that he was walking like a fly.

He stood still for a moment, then took a deep breath, threw his hand at the two of them, and ran towards the stairs.

The four of them walked with their backs, completing the alternation between the front and back of the formation.

Zhong Ying hid her fist in her cuffs and squeezed it hard.

He didn't understand the pain of the spirit master, but Yang Qingjue's behavior just now always made him panic inexplicably.

He knew that Yang Qingjue would not live long, so that look like a return to the light made Zhong Ying feel even more uneasy.

After hesitating for a long time, he decided to accompany Yang Qingjue.

Even if something really happened, His Royal Highness King Zhao should not have died a second before he walked out of the city tower.

As soon as Zhong Ying turned the corner and stepped on the top step, she saw Yang Qingjue's back.

His figure was hidden in the darkness, and his tall and thin body was like dead wood, quietly stuck on the stone steps.

"Your Highness?" Zhong Ying took a step forward.

Hearing that shout, Yang Qingjue turned around and his eyes drifted towards him.

In both of his eye sockets, a crimson fluid flowed outward.

Not only the eyes, but also the corners of the mouth, the ears, and even the nose, there was blood pouring out.

"Zhong Ying?" he asked.

"Your Highness......" Zhong Ying involuntarily quickened her pace.

Yang Qingjue seemed to see him, but it seemed that she didn't see him.

Suddenly, a mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth and spilled onto the stone bricks.

The dead tree seemed to have been blown down by a strong wind, and fell straight backwards.

Zhong Ying subconsciously rushed forward, blocked behind Yang Qingjue, used her body as a meat pad, and rolled down the city tower with him.

"Stand down, no one is allowed to say half a word!" The soldiers guarding the city were startled, and just as they were about to step forward, they were stopped by Zhong Ying.

"Stand down!" he straightened up, blocking his embarrassed moment for Yang Qingjue.

The soldier and some of them were about to step forward, but Zhong Ying, who had been calm in the past, glared at him suddenly, making him tremble and hurriedly retreat.

After waiting until there was no one around, and confirming that the movement just now did not attract the attention of the people on the city wall, Zhong Ying hurriedly leaned down and hugged Yang Qingjue.

When he met him, Zhong Ying realized that the spirit master who was oppressed by spiritual power had a stiff body that was no different from a corpse that had just died.

Blood kept pouring out of Yang Qingjue's mouth, and he coughed again, and a pool of red sprinkled on Zhong Ying's cuffs.

Every time he took half a breath, he would vomit out a mouthful of blood, and in an instant, Zhong Ying's clothes bloomed with large patches of red plums.

Zhong Ying's mouth and nose were filled with the smell of blood again, and he reached out to pat Yang Qingjue's back continuously, and the cold sweat behind him poured out layer after layer.

The indifference on the city wall before, is it all pretended......

What kind of ability is this that makes such a huge contrast?

Zhong Ying only begged for his clumsy way to temporarily relieve Yang Qingjue's pain.

His wrist was grabbed by Yang Qingjue, and the sharp pain spread throughout Zhong Ying's body in an instant.

"Zhong Ying......" He heard Yang Qingjue talking.

Yang Qingjue's voice was accompanied by heavy gasps, but Zhong Ying could clearly hear his next six words.

"That's mine...... Bamboo. ”