Looking at the familiar handwriting, Murong Qianran only felt that her heart was beating faster, and her ears were ringing, so that Xuanyuan Che chattered on the side, and she didn't listen to what he said.

The handwriting is strong and powerful, but the penmanship is very incongruous, every time he puts down the pen, there will always be a hook, and in a trance, Murong Tianran is brought back to a happy and warm moment.

"The pen should be strong, so that the writing will not be crooked, and the ink will not be brought out", Murong Tianran held Yeyu's big hand and taught him to write.

"Is that okay"?

Murong Qianran smiled and shook his head, "No, no, the man's palm is strong, and he should write it with masculinity, you see, it looks a little frivolous here."

Honest spring flowers, under the Qionghua tree, a pair of beautiful people envy others, women, absolutely beautiful and captivating, men, resolute and handsome, every time they look at each other, the eyelids will reveal their intimacy and infinite pampering for each other.

The breeze blows, the petals of Qionghua are blown off by the wind, and the milky white messy air is like butterflies and bees.

Whenever Murong Qianran thought of that time, he only felt that he was in an illusion, as if everything was just a passing moment.

Her hands still trembled slightly, and she tried to calm the excitement in her heart, holding back the crystal that her eyelids were about to slip.

Didn't Night Rain die? How can it be? Even Saman was already dead, and just three days after he was rescued, before Murong Tianran could send someone to assassinate him, he was breathless.

How is this possible?

Murong Qianran's thoughts were suddenly complicated, and a thousand questions were chattering in his mind.

"What do you mean, you say, that the Hazakites have done this? If you don't eat the fatty meat, you want to start a war with me Xuanyuan? Don't they know that once the Hazarqi clan and Xuanyuan go to war, it will bring a big turn for the north and Linlang?" Xuanyuan Che kept talking for a long time before he discovered Murong Qianran's abnormality.

"What's wrong with you"? Xuanyuan Che saw Murong looking at the book in a daze, and couldn't help but walk to her side and pat her on the shoulder.

Murong Qianran suddenly came back to her senses, turned her back to Xuanyuan Che, because she couldn't let Xuanyuan Che see her so gaffe, tidy up herself, Murong Qianran slowly turned around, and her beautiful cheeks returned to the same as before, still indifferent and calm.

"What you just said is very reasonable, this move of the Hazaki clan not only gave Beiming and Linlang an opportunity, but also made all our plans come to naught."

Xuanyuan Che saw that Murong Qianran seemed to be fine, and when he heard what she said, he also sighed lightly and said, "In your opinion, are we fighting or ........"

Murong Qianran rolled his eyes at Xuanyuan Che, "We must not fight, otherwise, all our plans will come to naught, according to the current situation, if we still wait and see what happens, I'm afraid, the Hazaqi clan has hit the door, in this way, you follow my arrangement, transfer out 100,000 elite soldiers, the Hazaqi clan's moves, presumably Linlang and Bei Ming have already known, then, I will attack him unprepared, and hit Linlang by surprise", after speaking, a fierce killing intent flashed in Murong Tanran's blood-red eyes.

Xuanyuan Che hesitated: "If you go to attack Linlang, then what if the Hazakh tribe attacks?"

Murong Tianran took a deep breath, thought for a while and said, "Then let him let the horse come."

Everything was arranged, Murong Qianran's piece of soldier and tiger talisman plus Xuanyuan Che's piece, transferred out 100,000 elite soldiers, led by Murong Qianran himself, at dawn the next day, the mighty drive towards the city of Linlang Frontier, Gusu City.

Although half of the city of Linlang was taken by the North Underworld, Gusu Castle was a big city that the North Underworld attacked three times and did not take it.

Gusu City is less than thirty miles away from Xuanyuan's barracks, and if the Hasaqi clan wants to attack Xuanyuan, they must go around to the front of Gusu City.

According to Murong Qianran's speculation, if you want to attack the Xuanyuan barracks, no one will come to attack the camp, but if you want to cross the river in an instant, I am afraid that everyone will have to swim in the ice and snow to cross the river.

When they crossed, Xuanyuan's soldiers could defeat the enemy army without much effort, so that river could protect Xuanyuan's barracks from being attacked.

The only thing left is the avenue of Gusu City, which is the front of the Xuanyuan Barracks.

Murong Tianran was wearing a bright red light fur, among the 100,000 elite soldiers, he was extremely conspicuous, with a little powder, a short sword tied around his waist, his long hair pulled up, a ponytail, and his snow-white skin was slightly dyed red in the cold wind.

Originally, Xuanyuan Che formulated a suit of armor for Murong Qianran, but Murong Qianran didn't want to wear it, first, because it was heavy and a bit cumbersome, and second, because she didn't want to show Xuanyuan Che's love.

A pair of blood-red eyes opened, swept towards the soldiers who could not see the end, and shouted: "Soldiers, we must step on the enemy's head, step by step to the pinnacle of the world, pick up the sword in your hand, stab the enemy's chest hard, and use blood to pave our victory this time."

She waved her palms, and her heavenly voice was so sonorous and inspiring at this moment, and her voice echoed in the air for a long time.

When all the soldiers heard Murong Qianran's words, they were all excited, excited, excited, and the man's blood began to boil.

Among these soldiers, even among Xuanyuan Che's millions of male soldiers, not all of them surrendered to Murong Qianran, just because of her bewitching face, just because of her delicate body, just because she was a woman.

In the eyes of men, women should abide by women's morals at home, teach husbands and children, and in this dynasty that has no history in history, there are no heroines.

Let's ask, as a strong man, how can he surrender to a woman who is supposed to be at home with her husband and children, and everyone keeps women's ways?

Many soldiers were talking in private, saying that Murong Qianran was nothing more than relying on the beautiful face of Allure to charm the monarch, guess his current status, and the reason why he was favored by Xuanyuan Che, so that he could get the wind and the rain.

However, Murong Qianran didn't care at all, because she believed that in the near future, all the soldiers would surrender to her and surrender sincerely.

The three thousand pioneers took the lead, leading the way exploration, and Murong Qianran also led the soldiers to the ancient city in Xuanyuan Che's reluctant gaze.

Murong Qianran, who was supposed to gallop on a horse, was sitting on a piece of her carefully designed basket at this moment, the bright red curtain hung down, and the cold wind blew, only to see a very exquisite woman leaning on it.

The chase was carried forward by the eight killers of Tianmen, and Murong Qianran did not use Xuanyuan's soldiers, because she understood that a soldier should kill the enemy on the battlefield, and if the soldiers were to carry it, in a sense, it was insulting the soldiers and insulting the blood.

When they arrived at Gusu City less than five miles, it was already approaching dusk, however, Murong Qianran did not order to set up camp, and the three thousand pioneers who were the first to explore the way had already reached the gate of Gusu City, and sent a pioneer back to report the news.

Everything, as Murong Qianran expected, the Hasaqi clan had reached the outside of Gusu City, waiting for Murong Qianran and them.

Inside, after listening to the vanguard's report, Murong Tianran's red lips curled slightly, dyed with a weird smile, "Pass the order and move on."

The team continued to advance, and when it was less than two miles away from the Hazarqi barracks, Murong Qianran gave the order to set up camp.

"National teacher, the Hasaqi tribe has sent five hundred soldiers to shout in front of the barracks", before Murong Qianran could open his mouth to order, a soldier hurriedly ran to Murong Qianran's chase, and said.

"Yohe, this Hasaqi clan really doesn't cry when they don't see the coffin, they actually ran to us to play", without waiting for Murong Tianran to speak, Qingfeng said mockingly.

This time, Murong Qianran led the troops to battle and brought Qingfeng with him.

"It doesn't matter, that mere five hundred soldiers are not enough to worry about, Qingfeng, you lead twenty sharpshooters, go to the front of the camp, clean and clean", Murong tilted his red lips lightly, and his blood-red eyes were full of fierce color.

"Yes, the last general will take the order", Qingfeng waved his hand in a good way, wearing a silver armor, he became more and more handsome and chic.

The saltpeter she brought back from the Hazaqi tribe was put to good use by her, and now she not only has the artifact that people say, but also the most mysterious weapon of the Hazaqi tribe, but Murong Qianran named it: Firebird.

It is very easy to make a firebird, because Murong Qianran has a very good understanding of guns and ammunition as early as in modern times, but only bullets are very difficult to make.

In modern times, almost all bullet casings are made of copper, however, in this ancient period, copper has also become a rare thing, and the copper that Murong Qianran bought with a lot of money has only made less than a thousand bullets, but for Murong Qianran, this is enough to shock the world.

The twenty sharpshooters led by Qingfeng were actually all from the Heavenly Gate, how smart Murong Qianran was, how could he let Xuanyuan Che's people hold it? It was a threat to her.

In addition, Murong Ranran made all the other saltpeters, which were light and small to carry.

She had seen the Hazaqi artifact, which was a black orb similar to the ancient cannon fired*, which was not only heavy, but also would hurt her own life, so the Hazaqi only extended *, which was very detrimental to themselves, and once the enemy found out, it would be extinguished in time, resulting in * not being able to detonate.

But Murong Qianran's * is different, it is just right to hold in your hand, ignite *, and still have enough time to throw it out and give the enemy a fatal blow.