Yi Shangyun looked down at his feet and was silent for a long time, and finally slowly raised his head and looked at the old monarch with his side head at this time, and he was looking forward to the eyes he was throwing.

The white-haired majestic old man in front of him, at this time, his bloodshot eyes revealed such helplessness and pleading for himself. I think he must have never slept a few restful nights in his life.

He used to be tall and heroic, so high-spirited, galloping on the battlefield.

At that time, his smile must have been loose in his enthusiasm, and his singing voice was deep and loud, as if it were the only voice on the grassland since ancient times. He is like the legendary Pegasus on the grassland, and everywhere he goes, he is a shock.

And to this day, even though he has been busy on the sickbed, he is still carefully planning for the future of this grassland.

At this time, Yi Shangyun's heart couldn't help but suddenly feel a touch of pity for him.

A solemn face that seemed to never melt away hesitated for a long time, finally gritted his teeth, took a deep breath, and said to him solemnly: "This talisman, I promise you, I will personally hand it over to His Royal Highness the Second Prince, as my reward for Bei Lie's ability to take me in so far." ”

When the old monarch heard this, he immediately breathed a sigh of relief, blinked his eyes and lay back.

Unexpectedly, Yi Shangyun then said: "However, although the second prince is a member of the royal family, he is also a living life with flesh and blood and his own thoughts and feelings, not a puppet puppet that you can arrange and fiddle with at will. ”

After a pause, endless desolation suddenly arose in my heart, is it that in this world, everyone can never be what they really want to be, to live their lives according to their own wishes.

Then he said: "These days, Xu knows him too well. So, forgive me for not being able to persuade him? After I do this, I will leave here forever, and from now on I will be with the Northern Lie... Nothing to do with it. ”

After saying this, the old monarch who was stunned again on the couch bowed deeply to show his gratitude, and also said his final goodbye.

After that, he immediately turned and left.

Just when she had just taken two steps, she suddenly paused again, did not look back, and said in a sonorous voice: "Also, no matter how Xi Qin treats me, even if he wants me to die, I will not give up, let alone betray." This is a kind of faith, if there is no faith in a person's heart, then his life is really meaningless, and life is better than death. ”

After saying that, he walked out of the tent without looking back.

Looking at her departing weak back, the old monarch trembled and stood up with one arm half-propped up and looked shocked at her.

After a while, his mouth trembled a little, and he muttered a low sigh: "No wonder for hundreds of years, the Western Qin Kingdom has been able to stand tall in the Lingkong Continent, and only he has the protection of that mysterious power." It turns out that even such an abandoned yellow-haired girl is so loyal and patriotic, let alone anything else! And I'm Beilie ......"

Then he remembered the generals who had now surrendered to Western Qin and the current critical predicament, his eyes were full of long, he was silent for a while, and said with a melancholy face: "It seems that my Beilie is really close to the number of qi......"

His tone brought out a trace of boredom in the blandness, and even the corners of his eyebrows and eyes had been tormented by years and illnesses, and the only remaining little bit of brilliance was instantly gone.

After speaking, he coughed heavily again: "Cough cough ......"

His eyes were full of bitterness and melancholy, his hand was fisted into a fist, and the green tendons on it jumped suddenly, and then, a mouthful of blood spurted out again, and he suddenly felt that his vision had become blurred, and he struggled to look at the back of the clouds on his clothes that were fading away......

In a trance, I couldn't help but scream: "Ruoxi, this girl who looks exactly like you is even more stubborn in her bones than you were back then, is your soul really reborn." Ruoxi, I miss you so much, I miss you so much......"

The strength is getting weaker and weaker, the vision is getting hazy and hazy, and finally I can't support it anymore.

With a "plop", he collapsed heavily on the edge of the couch, like a fish that did not leap away from the deep water, and fell on the shore dying, helplessly gasping for breath.

At this moment, a black-clothed masked figure suddenly appeared from a dark place, and the black-clothed masked man tiptoed towards the person beside the couch.

Reaching out and turning him over to restrain him, he quickly pulled out a sharp dagger in his hand, pressed it tightly against his neck and asked, "Where is the talisman?" ”

"What... What the... What talismans? The old monarch was speechless, panting.

The black-clothed masked man instantly lost his patience, and immediately leaned down, staring at him fiercely with his eyes: "I'm going to die, what garlic is I pretending?" Of course, it's the 'Heavenly Horse Talisman' of the Northern Lie Imperial Family. ”

The old monarch stretched out his strength to sneer at him: "Hahahahaha", and then said weakly: "You... You're late, Talisman... Soldier Talisman... I... I've passed it on... The future king of this steppe. ”

"What did you say?" When the black-clothed masked man heard this, he was immediately stunned, and the strength in his hand increased a little unconsciously.

The old monarch was suddenly startled, and he couldn't stop coughing: "Cough, cough, cough, cough......"

At this time, Xu was distracted. The black-clothed masked man was careless, and suddenly a precious short sword with a golden scabbard and a golden hilt and many red and green gems fell from his body, and landed beside the old monarch.

The old monarch struggled to fix his gaze and glanced at him, and immediately recognized the short sword that he was familiar with and could no longer be familiar with, and then looked at the masked man's eyes that suddenly became weak, and said, "You, you, you are ......."

"Wow ......"

Before he could finish speaking, the man in black saw that his identity was exposed, and he suddenly raised the dagger that was against the neck of the old monarch, and pierced it through his left chest fiercely.

Suddenly, a large pool of blood gushed out, staining a large area red......

At this time, as soon as Yi Shangyun stepped out of the old monarch's tent, he couldn't rest for a moment, so he couldn't wait to step on the moonlight, galloped on this prairie with this piece of heavenly horse soldier talisman, and rode straight to the direction of the military camp.

She silently calculated in her heart, and after completing this task, she would be completely free.

This war, it seems, is bound to be won by Western Qin. The god of war is indeed worthy of being the god of war.

However, when she thought of Xuanyuan Han, there seemed to be a warm current in her heart, but it was more of a helpless sadness.

Perhaps, next, she should go to Dongning Country to have a look. What was the country her mother had been to?

At this time, in the eastern border of the Northern Lie Kingdom, in the simple tent of a herdsman.

Mei Zhixuan, who would soon arrive at the meeting place agreed with Yi Junhao, was alone with his hands behind his back, staring at a dim candle in a daze.

At this time, all that came to his mind was Xuanyuan Yue's smile, her determination to him, and the crazy night that made him feel a little unbelievable when he still remembered it.

But in the end, on a face that seemed to have been carved by heaven, the two thick black sword eyebrows finally wrinkled deeply, and all of them turned into endless gloom and melancholy.

Suddenly, a guard with a happy face walked in hurriedly, clasped his fists and saluted his back with great respect: "Congratulations to Your Highness, Congratulations to Your Highness." ”

"What's the matter, so happy?" Mei Zhixuan didn't squint his eyes listlessly, and only asked lightly.

"Congratulations to Your Highness, Your Highness will soon be a father." The guard said excitedly.

Hearing this, Mei Zhixuan didn't seem to believe his ears, and suddenly turned around and asked him in surprise, "What?" You said... Yue'er, she... She is expecting? Is this true? ”

The guard smiled and nodded again and again to help him confirm: "It's true, the imperial doctor in the palace has confirmed it, it's been three months, and it happens to be the day His Highness left Dongning." ”

Mei Zhixuan's cold face suddenly turned into a look of ecstasy, as if he was still smirking dumbly, and a person who had always been so calm and calm began to pace back and forth in the tent without stopping.

Looking at the anxious and excited posture, if Xuanyuan Yue was in front of him at this time, he couldn't wait to hold it high above his head and announce this exciting moment to all the world.

At this time, the guard's face suddenly frowned deeply, as if he was a little hesitant and had some bad premonitions, and slowly took out a secret letter and handed it to Mei Zhixuan, while saying: "Your Highness, this is the letter that Niangniang sent back to her mother country intercepted by the person who arranged to monitor Niangniang's actions in the palace. ”

Mei Zhixuan seemed to have been waiting for this letter for a long time, but at this moment, when it finally appeared in front of him as he wished, he suddenly became hesitant again.

He stared blankly at the secret letter handed to him by the guard for a long time, but he didn't dare to reach out to take it.

In the end, he finally mustered up the courage and gritted his teeth to take it and spread it.

Soon he finished sweeping a few words, but he was suddenly stunned, as if he was stunned by the content of the letter.

When the guards saw it, they hurriedly stepped forward and asked with concern, "What happened to Your Highness?" ”

Mei Zhixuan didn't answer him in a hurry, just remained silent, silent, silent......

A pair of deep eyes gradually widened, and gradually narrowed, until they gradually became cool......

When he came back to his senses, he slowly approached the candle flame with a solemn face and lit the letter.

stared blankly at the letterhead in his hand, which was turning into ashes little by little, and seemed to be thoughtful and silent for a long time.

When it was all reduced to ashes, and the ashes had no warmth, until there was only a little left in his hand, and finally it was blown down by a breeze, and then he said in a deep voice: "You will never think of ......"