In the midst of the thousands of troops, there was only that red in his eyes.

The bow and arrow suddenly escaped in the snowflakes, and the sharp arrow pierced the bitter cold weather, and went towards the center of the brow of the woman on the chariot, without the slightest hesitation or pause, and the tearing wind of the cold wind, the sharp arrow glittered silver.

The sharp arrow had almost reached the center of the woman's eyebrows, and the sharp edge was about to penetrate the center of her eyebrows, and in mid-air, a silver cold light was drawn.

However, there was only a fraction of a difference, and the sharp arrow had been gently held by the woman's slender hand, and the pair of plain hands raised in front of the eyebrows were white and translucent, like a handful of glaze oil, moist and white.

The woman's eyebrows quietly looked at the sharp arrow in her hand, and there was a rare emotional stir in her silent eyes.

The man standing high on the city wall, holding a bow and arrows in his hand, looked at her standing there in the wind, the hem of her red clothes blown by the wind, like the light person dancing gently and gracefully, her figure, in his eyes, the reflection became a shadow under his eyes.

Among the thousands of troops, there was only her in his eyes.

"I haven't seen you for eight years, and Kung Fu is progressing very fast!" The man had a deep smile on his lips, as if he was pampered.

Baiyuan took the bow and arrow in the hand of the war king, and glanced at the woman standing on the chariot, his heart was already turbulent, and the woman who had collapsed in embarrassment that he let go back now came back so gorgeously.

The posture is still the same, and the face is even more moving, but it is charming and enchanting.

It's just that he can no longer see the vivid look and human agility from her, just like the eight years of time, the confident and gentle woman at the beginning has been hollowed out little by little, and only hatred is left in her thin body.

Over the years, she has used her hatred for Zhan Yu as a support, and her debt and longing for Dry Bone Huan as her blood, supporting her to walk such a long way, ascend to such a high position, and prostrate at her feet, thousands of people.

However, she was still unhappy.

He suddenly thought of the emperor who was standing beside him, when he was the prince, he was bullied and insulted, and he always wanted to get ahead, trample those people under his feet, get the highest power, and let everyone look up to him.

But, is he happy?

After so many years, Bai Yuan got the answer that Zhan Yu was unhappy, and now, he felt that she was also unhappy when she stood at the top, holding the entire Xiliang in her hands, and annexing most of the Yan Kingdom.

What she wants should only be the life of the war royal, and this country that originally belonged to her Zhao family!!

Baiyuan thought for a moment, and asked Zhan Yu in a low voice: "Your Majesty, do you want to go down and talk to them!" ”

As soon as the words came out, I felt that this was redundant, for more than a year, Qiu Yinong had used many tactics to annex the entire Yan country, and Zhan Yu just let the cities be occupied and was indifferent.

He didn't send reinforcements, he didn't send envoys to negotiate, and he didn't even care about whether he could keep his country.

sat in this imperial city, listening to the battle reports from all sides, listening to the news of the plundering of the cities, still with a cold face and indifferent, and he, waiting, was her soldiers coming to the city!

Now, she is here, fresh clothes and angry horses, thousands of troops, roaring.

This is the final showdown between him and her!