"It seems that sooner or later the world of Gaul will be yours, and as the new monarch, you should also plan for your future," remembering the agreement with him, the Seventh Prince seemed to have a faint smile on his face, not because of him, but because of the person who dared to cover his face with a light veil and came to the camp to assassinate him with his own body.

I can still remember the man wearing a petite soldier's uniform. The Great Zhou military camps are staggered, how dense the layout is, the route of the patrol team is set by himself, and the outside of the door is guarded by the guards selected by himself, and even the soldiers who give orders can only walk to the door of the tent, and she can still touch in so smoothly.

"You're the prince?" In the big tent, he was the only one who was meditating on the scroll, for the Great Zhou and for Gaul. It is not a long-term solution to reduce it again and again. Although the Great Zhou and the Hui have their own scruples, but Gaul was originally used as the gateway to the Great Zhou, and the third was also canonized by the Great Zhou before, no matter how you look at it, the interests of the Great Zhou are exactly the same, and the Hui is just using it as a chess piece that can be discarded at will, and the Great Zhou has always been polite to the Gauls, even if he borrowed grain from the Great Zhou in the famine year, he was never refused, but how could the short-sighted Gallic king know the hard work of the Great Zhou?

But when he looked up at the person who seemed to be hiding in the shadows, the expression on his face was stunned.

What kind of person is that, what kind of eyes are that?

Even though he had seen countless assassins, even if he had seen countless people's eyes, she still left him with a different feeling.

"You're not the prince?" It seemed that the person in front of him was only wearing an ordinary soldier's uniform, and the person who came couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, and before he had time to think about it, he pulled out a short spur with his backhand, and took a few steps closer to the person who seemed to be stunned, "Say, your boss..."

But she suddenly found that the figure in front of her suddenly disappeared, as if it had never appeared at all, and it seemed to be a ghost, and suddenly grabbed her hand holding the short thorn.

"You!" She let out a low exclamation, and his other hand was held firmly by him.

The man seemed to like her reaction, and when he succeeded, he didn't let her struggle, and the short thorn that had been stabbing at the enemy stopped at the tip of her throat at the last moment, "I can't guess your name, but I can guess your identity." ”

She suddenly remembered the long arrow in front of the previous battle, and it was the same strange feeling that she had. The elder brother was going to behead a Great Zhou general under the horse, but the long arrow that flew out of nowhere picked up the long blade of the elder brother in an instant. The shock and shock at that time was because there was this person watching behind the scenes? Abruya laughed coldly, and was already disdainful in her heart, you Han people think that the princesses are all golden branches and jade leaves, and they are delicate in every way, but don't you know that we Gauls are not afraid of death regardless of men and women?

It was supposed to be a weapon to stab the enemy, but now it was pierced straight into his chest.

In her last glance, she saw the man's stunned face.

The thin veil slowly fell, and the pain of the short stab piercing her body could no longer be felt, and for a moment she suddenly felt so tired and tired, as if she was going to sleep, and her hands, which were already unconscious, were now clearly warm.

"Is it my brother?" she smiled, as if the face of the ten-year-old appeared in front of her again, and the smile of the country and the city was full of no regrets, for the sake of her brother, even if she lost her surname, what was it. What's more, he has found the person he loves, and he no longer needs his sister, who is a sister, to watch him silently behind him, even if he dies at the hands of the enemy general, he will definitely not miss the sister who lied two days ago to return to the royal capital and hurriedly said goodbye.

She smiled, tears blurring her face.

A tear flowed quietly through her mouth, the bitterness she didn't want to taste again.

Obviously I have told myself not to think about him anymore, why, why do I still hold that hand tightly, as if I want to hold on to the warmth that seems to be possible to leave me at any time? What exactly are you nostalgic for, or just hope that this moment can be longer, longer.

The vague warmth, the vague tears, even the face that never gets tired of seeing is so blurry. Even if it's close, I don't know if I'll be able to get it. She tried to reach out her right hand upwards, but she couldn't get even a tenth of the strength of the blow she had stabbed at her. The pale hand stained with a little blood stopped in mid-air tremblingly, but it could no longer go up.

But in the end, just when she was about to give up hope, the face of her longing for her life stopped in front of her so quietly and gently, and then, again, kissed her on the lips fiercely as if she was about to conquer something.

"You can't die, I'll always be there to protect you." At that time, he was so domineering, as if he could no longer see the Han family girl named Feng Qiaoqiao precipitated in his heart. Since he was a child, he has always been so arrogant, whether it is snatching girls among his clansmen or directing the country on a horse, he will be like a gust of wind, or a raging fire, with an unrivaled power. But now he is so gentle, as if he is afraid of disturbing the sweet dreams of a child, he holds himself in his arms, shakes, shakes, shakes・・・・・・

She laughed again, and big tears dripped down his hand as if he would not stop, and kept dripping on the ground.

Perhaps, this time the tears will be sweet, right? She thought faintly.

A hot drop of something slammed down on her face, like the midsummer rain on the meadow, heavy and relaxed.

Was it his tears? In the eyes of the Gauls, the tears of a warrior could be exchanged for anything that God had given them.

But even so, it can't be exchanged for a person's life, right?

But even so, in normal times, it is enough for her to be happy for a while.

It turns out that he still has mine in his heart.

Without the slightest hesitation, the man kissed her on the lips again.

Only this time, there was something salty, hot in my mouth.

What is that?

There was no answer.

The tip of her tongue was so long that she had to swallow it all.

Even if she couldn't make any more expressions, she knew that her face must have become more ugly now.

Because she now clearly knows that the tears of warriors are also bitter.