And now, the poison on Yan Jun's body has been resolved. This means that the shackles that bind the beast have been opened, and the fangs of the beast are aimed at the enemy, and the enemy will bite off the neck if it finds the opportunity.

Only three months later.

The war between Northern Liang and Southern Chu broke out anyway.

Emperor Yan lightly said "siege the city", which was to show his position. Between his lover and the country, he chose this splendid river and mountain.

The obsession is deep.

……

On a secluded mountain, inside a bamboo house.

The white-haired old man sitting on the futon slowly opened his eyes, he stretched out his fingers and pinched his fingers, and his brows gradually frowned. After a long time, the old man slowly exhaled a breath of turbidity.

"Jun'er has come this far."

"Providence is hard to disobey, perhaps, this is his fate......"

The old man's white hair hung over his shoulders, and he was a little worried.

I only hope that Jun'er will not regret his choice now in the future.

***

The Yan army was like a bamboo, and the Southern Chu army was defeated and retreated, and it was impossible to resist at all.

The Yan army is brave, and the Chu army is not good at fighting.

Soon, Nan Chu faced the scene of the Yan army approaching the city.

The atmosphere above the Southern Chu court was tense day by day, and it was dignified, and the intrigues and intrigues on weekdays were all put away at this moment, and only the unanimous determination was left.

Emperor Chu glanced at the ministers in the palace and asked in a deep voice, "...... Aiqing?"

Before he finished his words, he saw a soldier covered in blood break into the Jinluan Palace, and as soon as he saw Emperor Chu, he fell to his knees with a puff and choked up: "Your Majesty, General Zhong, General Zhong...... Killed on the battlefield. ”

Emperor Chu could barely sit steadily, and almost fell off the dragon chair, but fortunately, he quickly held on to the armrest of the dragon chair.

"What?"

General Zhong was killed, so now, who else can lead the troops in Nanchu?

Despair flashed in Emperor Chu's eyes, and in an instant, he seemed to be more than ten years old, and he waved his hand to signal the soldiers to retreat.

For a while, there was silence in the Jinluan Palace.

At this time.

A cold and pleasant female voice sounded, with a little hoarseness, but it was extremely firm.

"See Your Majesty, Weichen asks for orders, leads the troops to resist the enemy, and protects me from the glory of Nanchu for a hundred years."

The crowd looked towards the source of the sound.

Visible to the eye.

A woman in a dark red official uniform knelt on one knee, a pair of phoenix eyes were scorching, and her back was straight, like a pine and cypress.

Emperor Chu subconsciously frowned: "How can this be done?" You are a daughter, a place like the battlefield, how can you go? ”

Fu Yue nodded firmly towards Emperor Chu, her eyes, like radiant glass beads, stared at Emperor Chu without blinking at the moment.

The woman said slowly, "Daughter, please fight." ”

Emperor Chu still didn't agree much, but his attitude had softened a little, "This ......"

Fu Yue comforted him and said, "Doesn't the father believe in his daughter's ability? ”

Emperor Chu: "Not really. ”

Fu Yue smiled: "Then let me lead the troops and recapture my city in Nanchu." ”

In the end, Emperor Chu still compromised and went down with a holy decree. Princess Chu Yunke is the chief commander and holds the highest power.

……

Tower.

In front of him was an endless wasteland, and in the distance, hundreds of thousands of soldiers were arrayed and angry.

The air between heaven and earth is almost stagnant, this kind of golden iron horse is overwhelming but silent to the point of depressing.

The clouds are rolling above the sky, the wind is gusting, the military flag in the military formation is hunting in the wind, and the cavalry on horseback is straight, like a sword forest, standing proudly between heaven and earth.

Fu Yue tied her hair up high, and her two long eyebrows flew obliquely into her sideburns, and her already cold facial features were even more aggressive at this time, with clear lines. She tied a high ponytail and tied it up with a red headband that fluttered in the wind.

She raised her sword.

The voice was cold and indifferent: "Kill." ”