Helian Ying seems to be on the same page as Ning Shu, except for snow and rain, he will come to attack the city, just like coming to do the eighth set of broadcast gymnastics on time, but it is a river of blood.

Ning Shu almost wanted to curse, standing on the city wall, looking at Helian Ying, the bastard below, this battle was all about money, all about food, just one day's military rations, it was a terrifying number.

I don't know how long I can hold on, and Ning Shu looks at the attitude of Generalissimo Shen Feng, it seems that he doesn't want to insist very much, but if he doesn't insist, so many lives have been filled in before, and so much investment will be in vain, so he can only drag it out like this.

Ning Shu received another letter from Li Wen, it was a separate letter to her, and the meaning of Li Wen in the letter was obvious, although he hoped that Ning Shu could win the battle, but hoped that Ning Shu would persist and have a tough attitude.

There are some caring words at the end, to the appearance of some elder brothers, as for how much sincerity there is, Ning Shu doesn't want to delve into it, as an emperor, every move, every word has a deep meaning.

On this day, the sky was very good, after a day of wind and snow, the ground was full of thick snowflakes, Ning Shu thought that it was a little difficult to walk in such a bad sky today, and Helian Ying would not come to attack the city.

I didn't expect to come to attack the city, and the face of the Tartar was full of anxiety and despair.

It is now the depths of winter, but there is no harvest this year, even the calm Helian Ying frowned tightly, his expression was very condensed, and he raised his head and squinted at Ning Shu who was standing next to the flag.

The bright sunlight shone on her body, and the armor emitted a cold light, so dazzling that she couldn't even see Princess Jiahui's face clearly.

Duan Xinghui stood beside Ning Shu, seeing that Helian Ying's eyes had been looking at Princess Jiahui, he felt very uncomfortable, and couldn't help but say to Ning Shu beside him: "Princess, the Northern Desert Tartar wolf son is ambitious, and the princess must not compromise." ”

Ning Shu couldn't help but want to pick out her ears, she basically heard these words every day, it seemed that Duan Xinghui was a taciturn person, and he would always look like a cool brother in front of the original owner, Princess Jiahui, and now he was nagging, it was really annoying.

Helian Ying pursed her lips and looked at the pair of beautiful people on the city wall, and couldn't help but take a bow and arrow and shoot at Duan Xinghui.

I don't know if it's a bit windy today, but the arrow that was speeding towards Duan Xinghui was actually shooting towards Ning Shu.

Ning Shu:¥%@#*

Sure enough, staying with Nanzhujun, the unlucky will always be cannon fodder.

Ning Shu just wanted to dodge, but her body suddenly became uncontrollable, and her soul seemed to be ejected from her body.

Ning Shu was shocked in his heart, what was going on? How suddenly the body is out of control.

Duan Xinghui saw the arrow galloping towards Princess Jiahui, and Princess Jiahui still looked stunned, and she didn't know how to dodge at all.

There was a huge panic in his heart, Duan Xinghui hurriedly took a knife and split the arrow, but the arrow still shot towards Ning Shu, and the arrow that lost its accuracy pierced Ning Shu's shoulder.

Ning Shu snorted, and the sound of arrows piercing the flesh sounded in his ears, and then, an overwhelming pain swept through the entire brain.

I rub it, it hurts.

"Ding, the counterattack mission is complete, whether to leave the world." A mechanical indifferent voice sounded in Ning Shu's consciousness.

"Yes, yes, yes......" Ning Shu just wanted to leave quickly, it hurt so much, even if she wanted to leave the world, she didn't have to be pierced with an arrow.

The system pits me!

In an instant, Ning Shu's soul left Princess Jiahui's body.

It happened too quickly, and when everyone reflected, they realized that the generals of the Dayong Dynasty had been shot.

The Northern Desert Tartars all beat their chests and cheered, their morale soared, and they looked at their second prince Helian Ying with admiration.

And Helian Ying, who was watched as a hero, held the bow and arrow tightly, trembling slightly, her face was a little pale, her pupils trembled, she could obviously dodge it, her strength was not so strong that she couldn't even dodge this arrow.

And the person he wanted to shoot wasn't her.

Helian Ying raised his hand and shouted loudly: "Mingjin retreats." ”

This......

Now is obviously the best time to attack the city, how can you retreat.

"Second prince, now is the time when Dayong's morale is declining, and now the siege is twice the result with half the effort, why do you want to withdraw the army?" A Tartar general asked Helian Ying.

'Smack'

Helian Ying slapped the general in the face, gritted his teeth and said, "This prince said that he would withdraw from the army." ”

Helian Ying turned his horse's head and glanced back at the position of Princess Jiahui's battle, there was no one now. In a trance, I saw a pair of cold eyes, high and contemptuous and cunning.

She shouldn't die so easily.

Duan Xinghui hugged Princess Jiahui, went to the tent of the military doctor, and shouted: "Save her, save her......"

Duan Xinghui was waiting outside the tent, anxiously wandering, Duan Xinghui's current mood was anxious, scared and frightened, and there was a strong feeling that he didn't want her to die, just thinking that this woman who looked down on her would die, Duan Xinghui's heart was like a frying pot, and he couldn't help but die.

When she pulled out the arrow, Princess Jiahui snorted, opened her eyes slightly, and looked at the simple tent, how could she still be alive.

She was still in the tent of the Northern Desert Tartars.

The pain hit, and Princess Jiahui fainted.

Princess Jiahui is fine, which makes the entire barracks breathe a sigh of relief, especially Shen Feng, although the sword has no eyes on the battlefield, but the princess of a country is dead, or the princess of the emperor's mother is dead, no matter how much credit he has, the emperor will not care.

Princess Jiahui felt like a dream, and she couldn't figure out whether she saw her previous life before she was killed by an arrow or because the current situation was a dream.

Looking at these women kneeling in front of them, their faces were solemn, and their eyes were bloodshot when they saw her.

Touching the whip of her eyes, Princess Jiahui laughed, no matter what, she no longer had the misery in her dreams, she was not insulted, and she did not live in the pain of hell.

She did not disappoint the imperial brother, she was the most noble princess of the Dayong Dynasty.

When she saw Duan Xinghui, Princess Jiahui smiled, the man she loved very much in her dream, was looking at her with a worried look at her at the moment.

What about women, women are not necessarily inferior to men, she is willing not to marry for the rest of her life, fight for the royal brother for a lifetime, no matter how painful she is, she can be shared by many men in suffering, she eats pig food, living people are not like people, ghosts are not like ghosts, she has no dignity, and she doesn't know why she lives.

Even if it seems like a dream, this dream is so real.

"Princess, are you alright?" Duan Xinghui finally stepped forward and asked, looking at the princess with a meaningful and strange look, and asked Princess Jiahui.

Princess Jiahui was stunned for a moment, and it seemed that she hadn't heard Duan Xinghui's voice for a long time.