Xiao Yu: The troubled times are prosperous, just for you to pour out the world.

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Artillery fire, glow, bombers hissing overhead......

A man and a woman hide under an abandoned armored vehicle, they are betrayed during a mission and ambushed, leaving the group with only the two of them left.

In an attempt to save her, he was wounded by a stray bullet.

"Senior brother, you hold on." The woman opened the accompanying medical box and prepared to examine the man's injuries, her movements were skillful, but her trembling hands revealed her nervousness at the moment.

Suddenly, a heavy object smashed over, and the man hurriedly hugged the woman next to him, and one turned around and used his body to block the attack for her.

"Mingxi-" The firelight reflected the woman's face, and tears of despair flowed from the corners of her eyes.

The artillery fire was still bombarding unscrupulously, and there was a great tendency not to stop leveling the place, and from time to time something fell down, and both of them were seriously injured. The man lay on Cui Yan and blocked most of the attacks for her.

"Mingxi, how are you-" Cui Yan felt a burst of warmth coming from her abdomen, Cui Yan reached out and wanted to touch it, but was grabbed by a pair of big hands.

He didn't dare to let Cui Yan touch it.

"Senior brother......" Cui Yan choked.

"Yan'er, I'm sorry." The target of these people is him, and Cui Yan is just innocent.

"Boom-"

The flames shook the sky, and the armored vehicles on it had already ignited, and the scorching waves annihilated people in an instant, and the breath of death lingered around the two of them.

Are you really going to die? She has always felt that she is not afraid of death, but when death really comes, she still instinctively trembles.

"Yan'er, don't be afraid......" The hand touched the hard object on her index finger.

If that legend is true......

The man raised the corners of his mouth and smiled. Against the backdrop of this cannon fire, it is like a flower blooming on the other side of hell, bewitching and desperate.

"If we don't die, will you marry me?"

The blood, which ran down his head, fell on her face like boiling water, burning her heart.

"Yes. I promise you. She tilted her head and tried to give him a strong smile, but the tears in her eyes were like pearls with broken threads, and she couldn't stop it.

"If we don't die, I will love you well." In his arms, even if he was going to die, he didn't seem to be so afraid.

"Yan'er, if you don't die, live, you must live!"

Regardless of the final outcome, she gave him an affirmative answer, because of this answer, he could face the impending death that followed.

"We're all going to die." The lack of oxygen and the burning heat made it difficult for her to breathe.

"Well, Yan'er doesn't cry...... Promise me to live! His fingers rubbed lightly against the rose ring on her hand, and he felt her breath getting weaker and weaker, and he himself was no better.

"Well, I'll live." The man below him muttered in a low voice.

The man opened his mouth and said another word to Cui Yan, but Cui Yan was already unconscious......

"No!" In Yilan Courtyard, Cui Yan opened her eyes suddenly.

What caught her eye was a woman's anxious eyes, and she raised her eyes to look around, all of which were antique arrangements, all of which told her a fact - she had crossed over.

Memories flood into my mind like a tidal wave.

The owner of this body is also called Cui Yan, the third daughter of the prime minister of the Great Zhou. The concubine, the pitiful little girl who is beaten and scolded, is the same as the heroine of all tragedies. She also has a crazy mother, and everyone in the prime minister's mansion calls her Aunt Feng.