If it weren't for Xiliang's wolf ambition, how could there be these things.

Magra really wanted to lead his troops to kill all the people of Great Xia like this, but he couldn't, because he knew that the deputy general of Great Xia was so confident.

Definitely well prepared.

I'm afraid that if he makes a move, it is estimated that the whole army will be wiped out.

He couldn't take that risk.

"Okay, I'll sign!" Struggling to the end, Xiliang still agreed.

Although this agreement has a bit of a humiliating flavor, as long as Xiliang is still there, it will be done.

After signing the agreement, the deputy general asked Xiliang to release those people, although he also wanted to kill them, but he knew that he couldn't.

The battle ended in a crushing defeat for Xiliang.

Night.

Xia Ying stood beside Song Runmo's corpse, looking at his sleeping face and muttering, "Mo, do you know? We really won this time, Xiliang and they didn't dare to commit it again, you must be very happy, can you laugh? ”

"I like it when you laugh......"

A lot was said in fits and starts.

Suddenly, a dark shadow appeared behind him.

He glanced at the empress, who was covered with a layer of sadness all over his body, and lowered his head again and said, "Your Majesty, it's time for us to go back to Beijing." ”

"No, I'm not leaving, I'm going to escort Runmo back to Beijing with the others."

"Your Majesty, you have been out for many days, the longer you come out, the easier it is to expose your whereabouts, now that the overall situation in the northwest has been decided, you should also return to the court and clean up the inside and outside!"

"Shadow One, you don't understand, I feel uncomfortable, then I'm still in the mood to deal with state affairs! Go by yourself and leave me alone. ”

Seeing the empress so decadent, he frowned fiercely.

That's not good!

Great Xia can't be without a king for a day.

"That subordinate can only be offended." As soon as these words came out, Ying Yi quickly clicked on the empress's sleeping hole.

"You ......" The empress stared at him with wide eyes and stunned, but before she could say anything, she fell asleep.

Immediately, he took Xia Ying and left the border pass.

As soon as they left, two men in black suddenly appeared in the tent, quickly checked Song Runmo's body, and after confirming that it was really dead, they quickly disappeared.

Du Xiuwen, who was far away in the capital, quickly got the news, and when he learned that Song Runmo was really killed in battle, he finally showed a happy smile: "It's good, the two henchmen have been eliminated, and now I just wait for the good news from Mu Qinghong's side." "I hope I don't let him down.

It's a good thing that Song Runmo died, but what surprised him was that Xiliang was actually defeated, and it seems that this Song Runmo is really not an indigenous.

Luckily, he was smart enough to kill him.

Three days later, Xia Ying successfully returned to the palace, and Xiao Liu saw that the empress who had only been at the border for more than half a month was haggard, and asked with some concern: "Your Majesty, what's wrong with you?" But the food on the road is not good, why have you lost so much weight? ”

Xia Ying faced his question, and only felt astringent in her heart.

"Well, I'm tired and want to rest, so you guys should retreat first."

Looking at the palace that was still familiar, he was not a little happy, in fact, he was not tired at all, after changing his clothes, he couldn't wait to take out those paintings of Song Runmo Song.

One by one, I looked at them carefully and stroked them.

It was something he gave him, and it still smelled of him.

Seeing this, he felt that Runmo was still alive, he was not dead!

I don't know how long he watched it, but the voice of the little eunuch came from outside: "Your Majesty, Prime Minister Du Cheng is here." "Du Xiuwen is here?

Hearing this name, bloodthirsty coldness flashed in the empress's eyes.

This man is the one who hurt his lover!

If it wasn't for his suggestion, how could Runmo go to the border?

He put all the paintings away, and then got up and turned his head to look at the tea on the table, and the corners of his mouth hooked up a cold arc.