While he was talking, he suddenly heard the screams of the maids from inside.

Zhou Yizhi's face changed slightly, and she turned around and ran back.

Moments later, her cries could be heard.

"Grandpa!"

Zhao Yuanjing raised his feet and walked over, and saw that General Zhou's face was like gold paper, and the bed was the blood he vomited.

He opened his eyes and opened his mouth, only out of breath, no air in.

His pupils began to dilate, too.

I don't think it's going to work.

"Grandpa, grandpa, hold on, the doctor will be here soon......," Zhou Yizhi cried.

General Zhou's thin hand grabbed his granddaughter's arm, and with all his strength, he said in a dumb voice: "Zhi'er, grandpa can't protect you anymore...... You have to take care of yourself. When I died, they buried me in Canglan Town...... Wait, wait for the day when Jiuli is defeated...... Don't forget to burn some paper for me...... Tell me ......"

After saying this with difficulty, his hand fell.

Before he died, he still remembered this war.

"Grandpa, grandpa, don't go......" Zhou Yizhi lay on him and cried.

Her father also died on the battlefield.

She grew up with her grandfather.

Now grandpa also died on the battlefield, but not at the hands of the enemy, but in the betrayal of his own people.

This filled her heart with sorrow, anger and unwillingness.

Zhao Yuanjing had a sad look in his eyes, bowed to the body of the old general Zhou, and turned to leave. Ming Xiuwen and Ming Wei, father and son, also cried.

The old general, who had been brave and loyal all his life, and now died on the battlefield, deserves the highest respect.

Xu Hu said in a deep voice: "Old General Zhou is good, I will definitely arrest Zhao Yuanhe and comfort your spirit in the sky with his blood!" ”

Zhao Yuanhe's betrayal, the death of the old general of Zhou, and the grief of the emperor completely ignited the anger of the Great Zhou soldiers.

Everyone is holding their breath in their hearts.

I can't wait to grab the spear immediately, kill and kill the bastards of Jiuli, and tear their flesh and blood.

More than 100,000 soldiers screamed.

Under such high pressure, Jinyiwei's assassination team also fought.

On the third day after arriving in Saibei, the eight-member assassination team sent by Xu Hu used the suicidal Fang clan to finally wait for the opportunity to seize Zhao Yuanhe when he was alone.

Eight people, all elites.

In the end, there were only two left, and after returning with Zhao Yuanhe, one of the seriously injured also fell to the ground and died.

The last of the remaining team members broke down on their knees and cried.

Zhao Yuanjing stepped forward in three or two steps, slapped Zhao Yuanhe in the face, and pulled him out.

Zhao Yuanhe rolled on the ground and got up again.

He raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, looked down, and said with a smile: "Red blood, it's so beautiful." It's even more beautiful than I imagined. ”

Zhao Yuanjing's pupils shrank: "Your eyes, can you see?" ”

Zhao Yuanhe looked up at him, looked at him, and said with a slight smile: "Brother Huang, although we have been brothers for twenty years, this is the first time that I can really see your appearance clearly." The royal brother is really handsome and extraordinary. ”

Zhao Yuanjing said coldly: "What's going on with your eyes?" Why are you treasonous? ”

"Don't you know that the imperial brother doesn't know?"

"Know what?"

"I'm a Jiuli person."

"What did you say?" Zhao Yuanjing lost his voice.

Zhao Yuanhe laughed: "It's really worth it to be able to see such a look on the face of the imperial brother." ”

Zhao Yuanjing glanced at him for a moment, and suddenly said: "Your mother, is she from Jiuli?" ”

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