Chapter Ninety-Five: The Tears of the Living Dead

Jun Xi blinked, and suddenly found that although she had been a queen for several years in her previous life, she had been trapped in the palace all the time, and she didn't know how big the country of Chu was.

On weekdays, she naturally has no interest in studying maps, so she doesn't know where Junchen has gone now!

couldn't help but feel a little annoyed, thinking that I would go to Junchen's study to flip through the map and take a look at it later.

A fluffy head poked out next to him at some point.

"Hey, the prince has sent a letter back?"

"That's right." Jun Xi nodded.

It took me a moment to react, when did there be an extra person in the room?

She put the letter paper into her arms, and stared at the maid who was wearing a bed dress and was really no different from a dumpling dough: "When did you come in?" ”

Tang Yuan raised his chubby face nobly and coldly: "County Lord, you suddenly lit all the candles in the room, can I not come in and take a look?" ”

What to collect, she has finished reading it, is it too late to collect it now?

Jun Xi also realized that his behavior was a bit stupid, but he still didn't mean to take out the letter again, and said with a stiff face: "Then you go to the kitchen to take a look, if there is still venison, bring a basin over." ”

Why do you bring venison at night?

Naturally, the Great Blackbird was fed.

The big black bird, which was originally arrogant and raised its head, instantly rubbed at Jun Xi's feet, ouch, that affectionate energy, it was like seeing its old lady.

Having seen the shamelessness of the big white bird, Tang Yuan was still stunned when he saw the big black bird like this: "This Haidongqing is also the reincarnation of a bird spirit?" ”

The cute big black bird: "......"

Junxi: "......"

Tang Yuan touched his chin and thought for a while, and suddenly found a very serious question, "County Lord, you named that big white bird Xiaobai, won't this one be called Xiaohei?" ”

Junxi: "...... Am I that superficial? Her gaze fell on the big black bird: "It's called the big black." ”

Tangyuan: "......"

When Tang Yuan went to the kitchen to bring a pot of venison back, she found that the county lord of her family was still reading the letter with only eight words written on it under the lamp, with a silly smile on the corner of her mouth.

Suddenly, Tang Yuan seemed to understand why her county lord couldn't fight the prince of the world, because as long as she encountered something related to the son, she was easy to make fools.

When Hai Dongqing finished eating the pot of venison, Jun Xi was also entangled, so she still didn't reply to Jun Chen.

He had only been away for a day, and although a lot of things had indeed happened today, the battlefield was dangerous, and she still didn't want to distract him with these things, not to mention that she could handle it.

I'll hear back to him later.

Jun Xi wanted to enlarge the black back like this, Hai Dongqing stood on the windowsill, his iron hook-like claws hooked the edge of the window, tilted his head, and stared at Jun Xi with black bird eyes, as if he was wondering why Jun Xi didn't have something to hand it over.

Jun Xi pursed her lips, and for a moment no one knew what was going through her heart, only to see her turn back to the table, take the small dagger, cut off a strand of her hair, and take a silk handkerchief to wrap it, and then put it in the letterbox on Hai Dongqing's feet.

It's also thanks to the big size of this Haidongqing, and even the letterhead on its feet is also made big, so it can be put in.

Jun Xi patted Hai Dongqing's head and whispered, "Go ahead." ”

Hai Dongqing "cooed" and spread his wings and flew into the boundless night.

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Tongguan.

Beacon fire, cooking smoke, lookout, thousands of miles of snow, Hanhai is dry.

In the vast night, the tents are like undulating mountains in the desert, the bonfires are not extinguished, and the swallow flags with black letters on a red background are hunting in the night wind.

The clash of armor was clear and monotonous in the dark night, a patrolling guard.

The cold, hard, tough black iron armor, the lonely moon crosses a layer of silver ash for it.

On the city tower covered with beacon fire and gunsmoke marks, the young general with a handsome face looked at the half-round solitary moon above his head, sat on the battlements of the city wall with his legs bent, and the snowflakes fell on his hair without a helmet.

The thin figure was stretched by the moonlight, and he looked like a blue wolf returning from the North.

With a heavy shoulder, a large hand slapped on his arm.

"This is the first city to go north." Yan Wangbei spoke in a low voice.

Jun Chen looked at the boundless night from afar, not knowing what he was thinking: "Yes, this is just the first city in the north." "Later, it will only be more bitter.

The State of Chu has been blessed with unique circumstances for so many years, and it has been unique in the melee of various countries, not because of how good the geographical location is, which is easy to defend and difficult to attack, and not because of how strong the State of Chu is. Rather, it straddles east and west, north and south. It is connected to other countries that it has become an economic artery.

No matter which force wants to annex the Chu State, it will cause disadvantage to other countries connected to the Chu State, so for so many years, only the Hu people in the north will attack.

If the country is strong, it must expand the army, but today's emperor is superstitious about the law of immortality, and he is afraid that his courtiers will seize power, so he has blindly reduced the army in recent years, and the court and the ministers are fighting among themselves, but they don't know that the north is already in danger!

The entire state of Chu is very corrupt, and it is corrupt from the core of power!

In the capital, the elites compete, and outside the capital, officials and businessmen collude, and the people are struggling to make a living!

In the capital, I was surprised that spring came too quickly, and when I left the capital, I found that the north was still full of ice and snow.

Last year's drought, the imperial court taxes were not reduced, and officials from all over the country stuck oil from it, scraping the people's fat and people's ointment, and this harsh winter, I don't know how many people of Chu State starved to death. But the magnates in the capital still sing and dance......

All the way out of the capital, all I saw were refugees who had fled to the capital.

The soldiers of the three armies were silent, they were about to go to Yanmen Pass, to block the plundering of the people of Chu by the Hu people in the north, but in the place where they could not see, this country was rotting and corrupting little by little, and the people of Chu who they protected with life and death were enslaved to death by their own rulers!

What they saw today made the two young generals heavy and confused.

In the middle of the night, Yan Wangbei hammered Jun Chen's chest around, "Lao Tzu saw you send a letter to the county lord with Hai Dongqing on the way, and it has only been a long time, as for you!" ”

Junchen glanced at him.

Yan Wangbei was bored, and he touched his nose and stopped talking.

But I heard Junchen say: "After this battle, I want to take her out of the capital." ”

Yan Wangbei pondered the meaning of his words for a moment, and hammered him hard in the chest, "Okay, you kid." ”

Junchen didn't speak.

Yan Wangbei was silent for a while and said, "After this battle, I don't want to go back to the capital." ”

In the north, drinking wind and frost, drinking rain and snow, and guarding the dangerous city wall of Dachu with the soldiers of the three armies, it can be regarded as a lifetime of loyalty.

Don't wander around the chaotic and complex circle of elites in the capital, and be bound everywhere.

The girl in the capital is beautiful, beautiful and squeamish, and the squeamish flowers can't live in the north, and for a moment Yan Wangbei has no feeling for the fiancΓ©e he has never met. He thought he had to quit his family, he couldn't mistake someone else's girl.

For some reason, Situ Feiyun's bright, heroic face suddenly appeared in his mind.

Yan Wangbei's mind was hot, and he asked Junchen: "Do you suddenly want to be alone?" ”

Jun Chen stared at him and didn't speak.

Yan Wangbei thought that his description was not detailed enough, and racked his brains and said: "I just thought of her inadvertently, I wanted to laugh when I thought of her, and then I suddenly wanted to see her......"

Keep staring, don't speak.

Yan Wangbei knew that although he was not the material for studying, he had still read for a few years, so that he would not say it so that Junchen couldn't understand it, and he finally held back a sentence: "It's easy to think of her when I sleep, and I often dream of her." ”

Junchen said quietly: "I have only dreamed of Junxi. ”

Then he left Yan Wangbei, who looked sluggish, and walked down the city tower to go back to his camp tent to sleep.

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sent Hai Dongqing away, Jun Xi excused himself that he couldn't sleep, and wanted to go to the study to read a book for a while, so he sent Tang Yuan to sleep by himself, and then took a lamp to the study.

It was easy to find the entrance to the secret passage at the bookshelf, Jun Xi took out the key around his neck, pinched the slipknot and tinkered with it for a while, the key strap became longer, but the length of the slipknot from his neck still did not change at all.

The strap that mentions this key is a slipknot, and Junxi is a little embarrassed.

One dark and windy night, she heroically suppressed the future number one minister in the world, grabbed him by the neck and made a fierce face, asking him why he couldn't take off his key, so how could she open his little vault!

Junchen was silent for a while and said, "It's a slipknot." ”

The rope around your neck can't be stretched, but the end of the rope where the key is hung can......

This time, Jun Xi finally opened the door of the dungeon in a relatively normal posture.

Although it was not the first time to enter this underground palace, the sudden coolness still missed a beat of Jun Xi's heartbeat inexplicably.

The whole journey was smooth, and when she stood in front of the ice cave and the stone door rumbled, she saw the unkempt person who was locked to the icicle, and Jun Xi felt that her heart was very sour.

Almost as soon as the door opened, the living dead "looked" towards the door, and he roared at some point.

The voice was mixed with internal force, and the beard and hair covering his face were shaken open, and Jun Xi saw two fangs sticking out of the bruised lips of the living dead, and the killing intent was obvious.

Jun Xi's hand shook, and the shark beads he picked up in his hand for lighting fell to the ground when he came over.

She called out as if she was a little uncertain: "Father? ”

The fangs of the living dead did not retract, but his face was noticeably less guarded, and he let out a low growl.

If the previous roar was full of attack and killing intent, then this roar is a bit like a parent blaming a disobedient child.

Did he sense that there were other Gu auras on her body? After all, there were soft white insects all over the ground in the firewood room before.

For some reason, Junxi's heart is settled.

She walked over and brushed away the messy hair of the living dead that covered his face, the complexion was the gray and pale of a dead man, and she could barely see the meridians, let alone insects or something.

The whites of his eyes turned up, he couldn't see Tong Ren'er, Jun Xi's hand covered the whites of the eyes of the living dead, and his tone was a little choked: "Father, close your eyes and rest for a while." ”

His eyes have not blinked for twelve years.

The palm is cold, and there is water running through it.

Jun Xi's whole body trembled......