March farming has passed, and the government and opposition of Liang finally ushered in the first happy event in recent days. The Carefree Princess Wedding.

The phoenix crown was worn on the head by the eldest grandmother in the palace, and Concubine Qi covered it with her own hands. Twenty-eight Fanghua, ten miles of red makeup.

One worships his parents and kings, two is not civil and military officials, and three are the people.

The carriages and horses that sent off relatives set off from the palace gate, and there were still people stepping out at the beginning of the time. Gold, silver and jade, playthings and food, and silk ribbons are all the princess's daily favorites. The younger sister married far away, and when today's son choked: "I hope that there is no worry in this life, and Xu Liangguo is worry-free." ”

Out of the palace gate, out of the imperial city, and out of the capital. It was already twilight in spring, and this road to the northwest was getting colder and colder. However, the carefree carriage is warm with charcoal basins every day, and the wind and frost are fierce outside, but the inside of the curtain is no different from the palace bedroom. Although the etiquette grandmother has repeatedly taught that the head cover cannot be removed, she has never been out of the palace gate, and she can't help but pick up the curtain from time to time to look at the scenery outside.

From the palace to Heijo, there are several days of car and horse distance. For the first two days, the road was flat. Walking again, although it is the official road. There are still occasional bumps. Fortunately, the interior of the worry-free car is very spacious, and it is covered with good upholstery, and then covered with brocade, and it will not be uncomfortable to recline on it. Ordinary horses are forbidden in the palace, and they feel fresh without worry.

In the last few days, when I looked at it again, the green around me had basically faded, and the eyes were all yellow and silver. The eunuch in front of her said, "In another day, we should be in Pingcheng", and she will wait there for Tuoba Mill to pick up her relatives.

There was also a large white jade bottle in the carefree carriage, in which several peony buds were inserted. Before leaving, she saw that the peonies in the imperial garden were already budding, so she asked the flower house servants to specially cut a few good varieties and bring them to the carriage. The charcoal fire is raised every day, and it is not attacked by the cold at all, and now I look at it, it is already about to bloom.

Waiting for Tuoba Milling to welcome, it should be just right, the famous flowers are pouring into the country, and the two are happy.

The maid suddenly lifted the curtain, quite surprised: "Princess, there was still snow in the previous child." ”

Carefree sighed his hand. But no, it's almost the northernmost part of Liang Kingdom, and it's almost the southernmost part of her life.

After the horse, the peach blossom before the horse, the snow before the horse, out of the customs, do not look back.

The castle had been swept clean, and at night, the princess entered the city. Early tomorrow morning, Tuoba Mill will come to greet his relatives. Song Bai looked at the mighty family sending procession, this matter is over in the end. I don't know if the girl under the red hijab is willing. However, in the world, there are a few people who are on their own.

When the peace is completed, General Xue's business will be over. Pingcheng has been ownerless for nearly a month. Although it was peaceful, Song Bai always felt that he couldn't put his heart down.

Sleepless all night, but in the morning there was a clear sky, Song Bai got up and dressed up, watched a few maids help Princess Sanssouci up the city tower, and he immediately led his subordinates to gather at the city gate.

Just waiting for Tuoba Mill to come, heaven and earth as evidence, the sun and the moon as a mirror, and the soldiers of the three armies are in front, becoming this heaven-sent marriage.

Carefree was already standing on the castle tower, condescending, just watching Tuoba Mill come on horseback from under the gap in the hijab. She pursed the corners of her mouth, a little expectant, a little nervous. His hand unconsciously clenched the peony branches.

The flowers really bloomed, holding her in her arms, and they were extremely beautiful. She heard someone shouting, "Open the city gate~~". The voice dragged on for a long time. She saw Tuoba look up at her, and then blushed. Foolishly thought: May this life be long and worry-free.

In just the next moment, she became a butterfly in the imperial garden, pushed down by someone's palm, and fluttered down from the city wall.

"Open the city gate~~~". It turned out to be the goalkeeper who dragged the voice for a long time.

Song Bai dismounted and bowed: "Please take off your armor from King Tuoba." ”

Before he could finish speaking, a flying butterfly broke its wings. It fell heavily in front of his eyes. A large area of blood was smeared on the pre-washed floor, and the fishy smell was hot and thick in the mist.

"I, the princess of Liangguo, am allowed to die, not allowed to be in Fanbang."

The sound on the tower of the city reverberated in the heart, and then a few butterflies floated in the north, and the land of ice and snow was full of spring.

Song Bai couldn't take ten steps out of the door and dragged back the body of Princess Sanssouci. He had already seen Tuoba Milling's hand, and he saw that the people behind Tuoba Mill were ready to fly.

He instinctively retreated, and at the same time shouted "close the city gates" hoarsely.

The high climbing ladder has set up the city wall of Pingcheng, and the heavy city gate can block people, but it can't stop the sound of Mu Tu slamming on the door. Arrows carrying fire were already raining down on the castle.

Tuoba glanced at his feet, and the corpse was already covered with dust due to several people passing by. But there are a few peony petals stained with blood on the face, which is a bit beautiful. It's just that this is beautiful, and it's far worse than the city in front of you.

Song Bai quickly stood up to the city tower, only to see that the enemy army outside the city was stretching, far from the number of welcoming relatives.

There is a deception in this matter, but who is the deception? Who is the deception? It's Tuoba Milling who already has a ghost in his heart. Or would Princess Sanssouci rather die than marry?

Since receiving the decree of the imperial court and the pro-saint, the patrol out of the city has been suspended. Today's events were unexpected. Fortunately, the layout in Xue Yihan City is also quite rigorous, and there should be no shortage of rolling stone equipment at the head of the city. Rao is still suffering heavy casualties.

In the end, it was the large amount of wine prepared in the city that played a role, and barrels were poured down from the upper floors one after another, and when they touched the fire shot by the Hu people, they burned so much that even the stones crackled. only to temporarily stifle this wave of siege.

Song Bai stood at the head of the city and watched the Hu people suspend the siege of the city, this kind of change was too urgent, and he was worried about the battle, his face was calm, and he was already strong.

Tuoba Milling under the city smiled indifferently: "General Song, do you see how long this broken city has been short of water and food?" Your princess of Liangguo is not far away, and you will humiliate me with death, so it is better for the general to make way, and I will go and talk to Wei Long. ”

As he spoke, the knife in his hand reached the chest of the Sanssouci corpse.

Song Bai couldn't bear it and didn't dare to look down any further: "This matter is sudden, please ask King Tuoba to withdraw his troops for the time being, and Pingcheng must be eight hundred miles to urgently ask the reason for Ming Jingzhong." ”

The blade went down, the carefree wedding dress was cut open, and Tuoba Milled picked the belt of his middle coat and raised it high: "General, don't worry, I know that your Pingcheng will be able to hold out for a few more days." As soon as he raised his hand, the ribbon was split in half and fell back to Sansso.

Then Tuoba retreated two miles to besiege the city. Song Bai knew that he was waiting for Pingcheng to run out of food and water. Pyeongseong and Anseong twins are born side by side, and they share this place. There were only 30,000 permanent guards in the city, and more than 20,000 in Anseong. The remaining 50,000 soldiers of the Xue family are scattered in the small cities on the border all the year round, and they need to be transferred by military order. But at this moment, who can get out of the city to transfer troops. I just want the war to be transmitted back to the court, and the emperor will order support.

All the pigeons in the city have flown out, half to Kyoto and half to Anseong. Song Bai is only afraid that the five tribes of the Hu tribe will unite at this moment, and if Pingcheng is besieged, there will be a war on the Ancheng side. Dozens of soldiers with good martial arts have packed their bags and immediately left the city through the secret gate in the city, I don't know how many people will live to report the news, and I don't know how many people will be able to spread this battle to the government and the opposition in a few days.

What's even more unknown is that if there is no food and grass reinforcements, Pingcheng can hold out for a few days.

When the moon was bright and the stars were scarce, the gate of Pingcheng opened a gap that only allowed one person to pass through, and Song Bai personally went out to carry the body of Princess Sanssouci into the city.

The war is raging, and the carefree face has long been stained and mottled, if it weren't for the fact that Pingcheng was still slightly cold, I was afraid that even the corpse would smell. Song Bai thought about it for a long time, and finally threw the torch. Together with the soldiers who died in battle today, the bones are buried here. In this case, he really can't afford to send a corpse back to the capital.

The morning is red, and the twilight is ashes. Who in the world can be worry-free?