There was a roar in his ears, and Ye Qinzhu sat on the bed, as if his limbs and bones did not belong to him.

What happened?

She was hit by Manchong and was in a coma for several days, and she had no idea what had happened these days.

Her spiritual power was fully restored, and the injuries on her body were no longer painful.

And where she is is Yang Qingjue's bedroom.

Ye Qinzhu cautiously stepped out of bed, taking unfamiliar steps.

She always felt that her body was a little strange.

She is indeed Ye Qinzhu, the girl who grew up in the Xiuyi Continent, but now every step she takes, there is an indescribable abnormality.

At the head of the bed, there is a stack of stationery.

Ye Qinzhu took a look, then took it, sat down and looked at it carefully one by one.

The letter was written by Yang Qingjue.

He explained to her what happened in a succinct manner, and Ye Qinzhu looked down from his head, the expression on his face gradually changing.

The crown prince and the emperor are dead......

The man who thought he could control the overall situation and regarded the people like dogs died after all.

King Changling was killed, and the killer was a Tinglan girl with no spiritual power.

Han Tang Han Yu was sent outside the city by the magic circle, and now it is Anguo's army that is attacking the city outside.

Now that the An ** team has arrived, the two eight-star spirit masters of Ning Guo must be dead.

Ye Qinzhu's face sank and continued to look.

A few days ago, Ying'er in the west of the city was surprised, and the disease had a tendency to recur.

In order to take care of Ying'er, Xiao Qi chose to stay in the west of the city.

"Mr. Xiao is too soft-hearted and should not be forced. There are a lot of rolling wood and stones in the west of the city, which is likely to affect him. ”

Yang Qingjue said.

Ye Qinzhu sighed and went to look at his words.

Her father was killed......

This was expected, but seeing this news, Ye Qinzhu couldn't help but redden.

The Ye family was in the west of the city and refused to take refuge in the east of the city, which was the idea of Zhao's wife, Zhao Lingzhang.

Ye Qinzhu lowered his head, eased his emotions, and turned the last page.

Along the way, Yang Qingjue's tone was sometimes serious and euphemistic, sometimes frivolous and happy.

Ye Qinzhu looked at the letter, as if he was sitting next to her, accompanying her to talk about the events she had missed these days.

In all the days I spent with him, he had never said so much, nor had he ever judged everything in such an unabashed tone.

Ye Qinzhu's gaze focused on the last page, and she almost wanted to look away, but finally forced herself to face Yang Qingjue.

"Bamboo, the body is fine, and the spiritual power is smooth?"

Ye Qinzhu opened his mouth slightly and looked at his waist.

Yu Pei, lying quietly at the head of the bed.

With a wave of her hand, a cluster of extremely small spiritual power burst out from her fingertips and shot into the corner of the table, piercing steadily.

Ye Qinzhu finally knew where he felt weird, and a trace of new spiritual power appeared in his body, and no one would adapt to it.

"I'm out of the city, if the bamboo blames me, you can go out of the north city from the secret passage in the study of King Zhao's mansion and chase after me from the straight road. ”

"The capital will be broken, those who know the times will flee, when the bamboo goes out of the city, you must be careful, don't be discovered by Anguo. ”

"I have always kept in mind what I promised. This violation, knowing that I will be punished, when the bamboo catches up with me, I will be beaten and scolded. ”

This is Yang Qingjue's remaining thoughts, even if he knows his body, he still has luck.

It would be nice if he could see the girl who met him by accident before he died.

It's just that I don't know if this fate will still exist when the fate disappears.

"Negative, no one dares to speak. ”

I'm sorry, I don't have anything to say.

Ye Qinzhu pursed his lips and buried his head in the palm of his hand.

A lot has happened......

The father who she didn't have very deep feelings for, but who was sincere to her, died.

The head of the Ye Mansion, Mrs. Zhao, who seems to be able to see people through, is dead.

Yang Qingjue...... He was dying.

"Liars. She gritted her teeth and let out a murmur.

You're out of town?

So now...... Who is defending the city?

She opened the bedroom door, and the harsh sunlight shone in as if it were about to set her on fire.

Ye Qinzhu took out the Niedan he had taken from Yang Qing when he was in Moqin Courtyard, and stuffed three of them into his mouth in a row.

I won't let you go, you untrustworthy liar.

She touched the ground with her left foot, and was just about to rush towards the main gate of the capital, when a loud noise in the west forced her to stop.

Ye Qinzhu turned around stiffly and looked at the west of the city with a blank look.

Mr. Xiao and Ying'er are still in the west of the city, right?

She seemed to be able to hear the girl's crying scream, Ye Qinzhu took a few more steps forward, then turned around and rushed to the west.

Not only Mr. Xiao, but also the four girls in spring, summer, autumn and winter are also in the west of the city.

Fear began to grow in her heart, Ye Qinzhu didn't care how many people saw her, noticed her, and even wanted to kill her.

The spiritual power circulated rapidly in her body, and she pulled out her long sword, piercing the six-star spirit master who stepped forward with a sword, kicking him far away.

Six-star third-class, in front of the seven-star spirit master, but Er'er.

The gods sent the ghosts, and Ye Qinzhu first took a look at the location of the Ye family in the west of the city.

As far as the eye can see, it is just a ruin.

She didn't hesitate any longer, dodging in the rolling logs that rushed straight down, and rushed to the courtyard where Xiao Qi was.

Zhong Ying made a bitter face, and once dragged the restless boy back.

"You're called a finch, aren't you? ”

"Brother Zhong, if you give me a few people, I can also fight. The finch puffed up her chest, her face full of realization.

"Fighting?" Zhong Ying scoffed, "You are not a spirit master, what kind of storm can you set off when you go out?"

"What if it's not a spirit master?" Que'er stuck her waist and didn't take the warning to heart, "Ye Xiang, His Royal Highness King Zhao, and even Gongzi, which one is not an ordinary person?"

"Although we are ordinary people, we know soldiers and generals, what about you? What do hairy children know?" Zhong Ying retorted, still blocking the finch.

"I understand, too!" said the finch.

Zhong Ying and Qingtang glanced at each other, and he squatted down helplessly and raised two fingers.

"Do you know soldiers? Then I'll give you two questions, and if you answer them correctly, I'll admit that you know soldiers." ”

The finch blinked, looking like it had been waiting for a long time.

"The first question is that superior camps and food improve morale, but in actual combat, pampering and pampering must have no will to fight to the death. Therefore, how can the camp food be fed so that the soldiers can have morale and fighting spirit?"

"Soldiers, survive in death, and harm life. If the morale is insufficient, the food will be raised, and if the dead spirit is insufficient, it will be lowered, which is the same as the method of training. ”

Finch did not hesitate and immediately replied.

"The second question, the division of a hundred victories, may not be arrogant, and the soldiers will inevitably be arrogant. Q: How do you get rid of arrogance?

"Mingfa, medium-sized. The veterans are arrogant, so they will disarm and introduce new people, take turns to attack and garrison tasks, and quickly solve the battle to prevent procrastination. ”

Zhong Ying patted her hands twice and asked with a smile.

"There is some truth in that, how can you understand so much at such a young age? Say, who taught you?"

"Mr. Xiao. Finch said crisply.

Before Ye Qinzhu approached the courtyard, he heard a cry.

The cry was heartbroken, like a girl's almost desperate wail.