Cui Yu has no official or position, his father is the young master of the prince, Cui Yu is just a child of a family who is studying with the prince in Hanzhang Palace, and he dares to stand in the main hall and talk to Song Ge Lao, even if he is favored by the queen and princess, Song Ge Lao naturally does not take him seriously.

"It was the old man who said it." The look is quite arrogant.

"I don't know if Song Ge has a daughter?" Cui Yu sneered at the corner of his lips, and his usual gentleness seemed to be gone.

Song Ge Lao looked at the sharp and sharp aura of the young man in front of him, sneered every word, sneered every word, and was angry in his heart.

"If the son of Beiyan asks to marry the old man's daughter, the old man will naturally have no words, this is her glory, and it is her duty to be loyal to the monarch and serve the country!"

Everyone listened to the praise, and even the emperor on the seat was quite moved, thinking that he was too selfish to be reluctant to marry Yinhua to Beiyan?

In the praise of everyone, I only listened to Cui Yulang laughing.

"I am a big country in the Celestial Empire, and there are thousands of men, but now I have to live on a woman's nepotism, and I am so righteous and awe-inspiring, ashamed, ashamed!"

The sixteen-year-old boy, plain white brocade robe, dignified appearance, majestic and upright, the warm and moist as jade on weekdays, restrained and calm bearing, disappeared at this time.

He looked at the courtiers with a sneering face, a group of eagles and wolves, and his eyes were full of murderous spirit.

Like a sword hidden in a box, once opened, the edge is sharp and unstoppable.

Xiao Qi sat on the dragon chair, and felt for the first time that Cui Yu at this time, with the fierce spirit in her eyes, was like her Yu Baba.

Xiao Qi thinks he's handsome!

This is a real man!

After that, the picture changed again, and Xiao Qi saw Cui Yu wearing a battle robe.

The flag is fluttering, the horses are Xiaoxiao, and the soldiers are going out to fight in the present day.

Yinhua stood on the city tower, watching the thousands of troops pass through here, she was looking for that familiar back.

In the crowd, she caught a glimpse of him.

Even though it was the same armor, he was dressed differently.

"Cui Yu—" Yinhua called his name.

Cui Yu on the war horse turned around, only to see Yinhua standing on top of the city tower in full costume, Luo Yi fluttering, brilliant and gorgeous, fairy and magnificent, and the color was amazing.

Cui Yu is young, not the commander of the three armies, let alone the commander, and he doesn't even have the right to leave the team without permission to say goodbye to her.

His lips pursed slightly, and he whispered two words.

The moment Yinhua saw the shape of his lips, his eyes were slightly astringent, and tears welled up.

He said "wait for me"!

The team of Zhengxi left, and Yinhua stood at the city tower and watched for a day.

It was not until there was no trace in the northwest direction that even the dust raised by the horses' hooves fell, and he returned to the palace.

Xiao Qi looked at it and thought to himself, this is probably the heroic beauty sung in the play.

It's much better than the drama, I didn't expect her to have such a tactful and tortuous dream.

In the dream, Cui Yu fought a hundred battles, a young man, stepping on the bones, singing all the way to victory.

Yinhua in the palace came to the castle tower every day to take a look, looking in the northwest direction until the sun sank in the west.

The general died in a hundred battles, and the strong man returned in ten years.

The battle took only one year to win a complete victory, Beiyan was driven to Mobei, and the prince of Beiyan, who Xiao had thought about Yinhua, was beheaded by Cui Yu.

All the traitors in the army were uprooted, and the military strength of the northwestern cities was absorbed and reorganized by him.

The Iron Cavalry was personally brought out by him in the past year, and it shook the northwest and broke through the mountains and rivers.

Even the commander of the three armies was driven by him later, returned to the dynasty and was entitled, Cui Yu was crowned the marquis, and the princess Yinhua was given the marriage.

(End of chapter)