"Princess Qibing! Qingfeng Hall was exterminated by the Seven Princes of Wulin, and the whereabouts of the Qingfeng Hall Master after slaughtering the full door of Renyi Hall are unknown." A fierce Turkic master knelt down in front of Princess Jinxiu and said respectfully.

"Aunt Xiao's attack is still so ruthless, but it's a pity that she is too careless about Qingfeng Tang's pragmatism." Princess Splendid smiled slightly bitterly and muttered.

"Princess, Lord Xiao is now in a critical situation, and he must not be saved." Bashanhe stood beside Jinxiu and leaned over and said.

Princess Splendid nodded and said to the men in front of her, "Can you inquire if Peng Wuwang and Fang Mengjing were killed?"

The Turkic master hurriedly said, "Peng Wuwang fought a bloody battle with the master of Qingfeng Hall, and was seriously injured, and now his life and death are uncertain. And the Qingfeng Hall Master was also repelled by him, and he was unable to kill Fang Mengjing, the mastermind of the Twisted Phoenix Alliance."

"Is that so?" The splendid princess who sat firmly and the Bashan River standing on both sides could fight in unison.

"Then Peng Wuhope, how can he be so powerful?" Ke Zhan said loudly.

"No, something else should have happened that made Aunt Xiao retreat without a fight." Princess Jinxiu pondered and said, "Now that Aunt Xiao is alone, if the Central Plains Martial Arts knows where to hide and attacks her, I am afraid that her life will be in danger."

"Lord Xiao is deeply loved in the Turks, and we must not sit idly by." Bashanhe said again.

Princess Jinxiu glanced at him, smiled slightly, and said, "Mountains and rivers don't have to worry, I will never abandon Aunt Xiao's life. Now that Fang Mengjing is still alive, it is very likely that she knows a place that Aunt Xiao must go to every year. We only need to inform one person, and he will come and save her."

In the evening, Princess Splendid came to her study, lit a candle, took out a thick stack of parchment rolls from the bookcase and placed them on the desk, and fell into deep thought. These scrolls of paper are letters, and the words on each letter are dancing and flying, making people feel that once the wind rises, these words will ride the wind.

"The moon is like me: Although I know that you are a disciple of the Yue Nu Palace, I am actually a Turk, my heart is like ashes, singing wildly, nostalgic for the cliffs, the land of the rushing rivers, I only want this remnant life."

"However, after thinking about it for a long time, I suddenly realized that you and I are dependent on life and death, and we have been born and died many times, and we have told each other our hearts, although we have no name, but we have really been partners in this life. I am only you in my heart, and you are only me in my heart, the grievances of the Han people and the Turkic people are the things that ordinary people and mediocre people disturb themselves, we are in love with each other, why should we be obsessed with the differences of the nation."

"Today, there is a building in the Jade Girl Peak of Huashan, there are several flower trees in front, a pavilion, you can enjoy the stars on a summer night, and there is a shed behind it, which can raise chickens, ducks, pigs and dogs. You remember the trip to Huashan cliff three years ago, the two of us watched a few meteors, your heart was sad, thinking that the British died early, I said: The meteors are gorgeous, only for goodness, not for mourning. You were overjoyed and wept, and swore that he would build a house here one day and accompany him in this life. Now that the house has been raised, it is not beautiful, but it is comfortable, and I am willing to marry you on this Xiyue, and never abandon it, and carry the white head with you."

There was a hot flush in Princess Jinxiu's eyes, and she sighed and flipped through it casually, full of sincere and touching love letters.

"I look forward to it day and night, without a word from you, I don't know if you have always been good in Dingxiang City, but what grievances are you unhappy? I don't know what you want to do before?"

"The night before yesterday, a meteor flew by on the cliff of Huashan, my heart throbbed, I don't know if you can be okay, I have decided to go to Dingxiang City alone, hoping that I can share my heartfelt feelings with you at that time."

"In Dingxiang City for a few days, watching from a distance you commanding thousands of troops and horses to drill endlessly, do you still want to lead the army to invade the south? Several times I visited the house at night, but I was disturbed by mundane things, and I couldn't see you, which is a pity. Now that Song Jingang has a private meeting, intending to use Turkic forces to invade the Tang Dynasty, I will enter Taiyuan to intercept and kill the masters of the Ru tribe, can you blame me for being ruthless?"

This is the case with hundreds of letters, until the last one, the penmanship on the letter is sad and angry, as if the block in the chest is difficult to level, which can be described as a word and a tear.

"To this day, it has been ten years, five months, and seven days, and I have not received half of your letters. I broke up with you in a hurry, and I regretted it. If you want to cut off me, please give me a sword of wisdom, cut off the silk of love, and leave without regard from now on."

"What a deep Gu Tianya!" Princess Jinxiu raised her hand lightly, wiped away the faint tears on her face, put the letter away again, and let out a long sigh, "Mother, you are really ruthless, for the great cause of the Turks, you actually withheld this love letter sealed with blood and tears, and forcibly broke up this pair of infatuated lovers who fell in love with each other. All these years, you have been suffering from the blame of your conscience every night, no wonder you have become more and more emaciated, and finally died early, leaving only your lonely daughter, who continues to bear this sad and helpless fate."

At this moment, there was a soft knock on the door.

"Come in!" Princess Splendid gathered her mind and said quietly.

The tall and upright figure of Bashan River appeared behind Princess Splendid Beauty. "Princess! Do you want someone to use it?" Bashanhe said in a deep voice.

"How is Aunt Xiao treating you?" Princess Splendid asked in a deep voice.

"Lord Xiao has a life-saving grace to my parents, and his subordinates think about it day and night, trying to repay but can't, so they have been depressed for this." Bashanhe said loudly.

"Hmm." Princess Splendid nodded slightly and said, "Okay. Now I want you to hand over a bag of things and a note to Gu Tianya's hands, it may be life-threatening, do you dare to go?"

"My subordinates are willing to go." Bashanhe said loudly, thought about it and asked, "I don't know where I can find Gu Tianya?"

"Yishan Yue Nu Palace." Princess Splendid said confidently.

Hong Sixue had been sitting quietly on the steps of the inner hall for an hour, and Jia Bian Que still hadn't come out, she sighed, and twisted the cuffs vigorously with her bare hands, until the fabric on the sleeves was deeply embedded in the flesh of her arms, causing her to feel a burst of pain. Unfortunately, none of these pains could remove her concern for Peng Wuhope, and the pain caused by this heart-wrenching concern almost tore her soul to pieces.

"Sixue!" A timid voice came. There was also a rush of alcohol in the face. Hong Sixue frowned and looked up, only to see Zheng Juechen holding a silver wine jug in each hand, standing in front of her with concern and restraint. Hong Sixue almost couldn't believe that this person with the wine jug was the once so bohemian and unruly white horse boy.

"Brother Zheng?" Hong Sixue said a little strangely, "...... are you?"

"Sixue, can I sit down?" Zheng Juechen looked at the steps beside Hong Sixue and asked carefully.

Hong Sixue looked at him quietly for a long time before she said, "Brother Zheng, who I like Hong Sixue, I think you already know. Why do you have wronged yourself and treated me like this?"

Zheng Juechen's face seemed to be coated with a layer of dansha, his eyes were gloomy for a while, and he thought about it for a long time before he said slowly, "Who you like is not up to me. You like Peng Wuwang, has he ever liked you? Why don't you go to the stack?"

Hong Sixue's eyes were confused for a while, as if she was in deep thought.

"All you can do is continue to stay by his side, hoping that one day, God will have mercy, and he will change his opinion of you." Zheng Juechen smiled bitterly, "I understand this. Because that's all I can do."

Hong Sixue raised her eyebrows, as if her anger was surging, but after thinking about it, she also smiled bitterly, pointed to the steps on the side with her bare hand, and said softly, "Sit."

Zheng Juechen was like Feng Lunyin, and sat beside Hong Sixue in fear.

Hong Sixue took a pot of fine wine from his hand, tilted her head and poured it into her throat, letting a few threads of wine flow down her face and throat to the placket of her clothes, and the wine droplets reflected the setting sun, emitting an orange halo. Zheng Juechen couldn't help but be stunned when he saw it.

"Good wine!" Hong Sixue wiped her mouth with her cuffs freely, held the flask flat with both hands, and said loudly, "Come, Brother Zheng, I respect you."

Zheng Jiechen felt an irrepressible ecstasy in his heart, a hot flashes in his eyes, and he hurriedly raised the wine jug and drank it all.

When Jia Bianque walked out of the inner hall, it was already the third watch, the moonlight was like water, and the evening breeze was quiet. She tiredly thumped her shoulders, which were paralyzed by the continuous exercise, and let out a long breath.

"Miss Jia, how is my eldest brother?" Hong Sixue and Zheng Juechen greeted each other together.

"I don't know yet." Jia Bian Que sighed, "His injuries are extremely serious, more than sixty new injuries, although they are not fatal, but the sword aura on the sword of the master who injured him is amazing, which makes him hurt his heart, and it will take a lot of effort to heal. I'll be here all night tonight, and if he wakes up, all will be well, or else you'll be ready to do something for him." She glanced at Hong Sixue, who was full of anxiety.

"Ah, then, Miss Jia, I'll go get some tea for you." After speaking, Zheng Juechen turned around and left hurriedly.

"Who is he?" Jia Bian Que asked Hong Sixue curiously.

Hong Sixue said, "He is Zheng Juechen, the son of the white horse."

Jia Bian Que looked at his back and said strangely: "I heard that Zheng Juechen is ruthless and arrogant, but now that I see it, it doesn't look like it at all."

Hong Sixue's face turned slightly red, and she said, "Miss Jia, I also want to wait here all night, if you have any dispatches, just say it."

Jia Bianque smiled: "Then there is nothing to do, it depends on Peng Wuwang's creation."