As soon as the woman's voice fell, the heavy snow suddenly fell rapidly, covering his eyebrows, and Fu Jian was stunned by her. The anger in the woman's eyes was like the Xiongshan of Luchuan, the rapid water of the Zhanghe River, too deep and too dignified, and he saw that his whole person retreated inexplicably, but fortunately, Yang Ding supported him in time.

Suppressing Qin in the number of days, Fu Jian disdainful, what he can see is that God is now protecting them Qin State, driving straight down to destroy Yan State.

What is the number of days, the king is defeated or defeated, whose sword is the victory, who is the destiny of heaven!

"Song Ling! You're looking for death! Fu Hui grabbed Song Ling's collar and slapped her directly in the face.

A touch of crimson fell in the snow, like a crushed rhododendron, scattered, and destroyed the guidance of returning home.

"Yes!" She raised her head and looked at Fu Hui neither humbly nor arrogantly.

Life and death are sometimes the greatest deterrent to the enemy.

"You'd better kill me now! Otherwise, one day, I, Song Ling, will kill you with my own hands! ”

The snow fell, but the sound of the wind suddenly stopped on the endless plains, and between heaven and earth, only the shrill and loud voice of a woman was heard, and the faith of a warrior was condensed into the hope of the country with bright red blood.

"Kill!" Fu Jian turned around and ordered coldly.

"Your Majesty!" Yang Ding's heart was cold.

Fu Jian waved his hand slightly, and the holy meaning was already clear.

Yang Ding no longer pleaded, because he saw clearly that His Majesty had decided that it was the holy will that no one could persuade to kill Song Ling.

"Song Ling, what are you doing here?" He looked at her and shook his head helplessly.

He doesn't understand, why is she bent on dying, you still have unfulfilled wishes, don't you?

Living, your ambition, your faith, can not be extinguished, isn't it?

When Fu Hui saw that his father had a killing intent, he was a little hesitant in his heart, asking him to kill a woman, he really couldn't do it.

"You're a girl, decide it yourself."

He threw the long knife into the snow, turned his back, and said coldly.

Song Ling picked up the knife from the snow, and a smile slowly appeared on the corner of his lips, and the intermittent laughter was not like despair, but high-pitched. In this cold and biting snow, she suddenly felt so close to home. She thought of the cold wind in Shacheng and Murong Ling's embrace, which felt so similar to this time.

Murong Ling, are you calling me?

I have never forgotten the promise of following the world!

You wait for me in Yongsan, I'll be here soon!

The snow is falling, the wind is shallow and singing, it is a song that resonates with the heart. The woman endured the pain and slowly stood up, she held the long knife horizontally, with a sharp edge, and her eyes were sharp, it was the Great Qin Emperor wearing a fox and white fur!

She Song Ling is looking for death, but she wants to find Your Majesty of the Qin State and die together!

King Zhongshan, you must lead our soldiers of Dayan to overthrow the suppression of Qin, recover our mountains and rivers, and plant the battle flag of Yanguo in every city of Qinyan, that is, the place where my soul returns.

Yang Ding was suddenly shocked, he seemed to understand what she was going to do!

Oops!

She stepped forward, cutting the snow with her blade, and rushed straight in the direction of Fu Jian.

"Song Ling!" Yang Ding shouted and hurriedly stopped her.

"Fu Jian!" But at this time, a rushing figure suddenly blocked her vision, "Let her go!" ”

It was the King of Zhongshan who rushed over because he was worried about her, Murong Chong.

Murong Chong came with a knife, and the generals of the Qin army were shocked, and rushed over from all sides with their troops to escort them.

He threw the knife in his hand, let him be restrained by the Qin soldiers, and only said three words to Fu Jian, "Let her go." ”

Song Ling was stunned for a moment, and at this moment when she hesitated, Yang Ding had already flown over and crushed her into the snow.

"You dare to assassinate!" Yang Ding subdued her with one hand, and with a force on his elbow, he unloaded the knife in her hand, only to hear him lower his voice and say fiercely, "What you don't want, it's not just your life, but also Murong Chong's!" ”

Fu Hui also reacted immediately, he just wanted to speak, but suddenly stopped, and the corners of his narrow eyes couldn't help but sneer.

Murong Chong came, so he watched this good show again.

"Your Majesty, it was us who was guilty and didn't stop Murong Chong." Qin Bing knelt on the ground one after another and asked for sin.

"Murong Chong?" Fu Jian couldn't help but be stunned, the king of Zhongshan in Yan Kingdom who led the remnants of the army outside Yecheng and would rather die than surrender.

He turned to look at the embarrassed woman on the ground, and then at the young man who was rushing over, and in an instant, he seemed to understand something.

"This one named Song Ling is really a great ability, and he can make General Wei of Great Qin and King Zhongshan of Yan Kingdom so worried."

"It's really a red face."

"She's just a weak woman, can't you Qin Guo let her go?" He frowned, staring coldly.

"Weak woman?" Fu Jian glanced at Song Ling with slanted eyes, and said coldly, "Gu didn't see where she was weak." ”

"King Zhongshan, Lone has no intention of slaughtering you Yan people, it's just that this woman is too presumptuous."

I don't know why, his always lenient imperial heart can't tolerate this woman.

The resentment and anger on her body are too heavy, as heavy as a piece of dark iron, slowly polished into a sharp sword out of the sheath, and sooner or later it will bring disaster to the country.

"She just scolded you Qin State a few words, tens of thousands of people of Yan Country here, who is not scolding your Qin State in her heart, you have the ability, so you will slaughter our Xianbei clan."

"Show the people of the world, how kind of lenient and benevolent rule you are in the Qin State!"

Fu Jian frowned, but he was so blocked by Murong Chong that he couldn't speak.

This Murong Chong really worked hard, and he also wanted to protect this woman.

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"Why did the carriage stop for so long? Is it still bright and resting on the spot? ”

The Empress Dowager of Yan Guo couldn't help but feel a little uneasy sitting in the carriage, she opened the curtain and looked ahead, but the snow was ethereal, and her old eyes couldn't see anything clearly except for the white expanse.

"I don't know, there was a lot of noise just now, and I don't know what happened." Princess Qinghe shook her head and said.

Make a racket?!

But Zuhun was shocked when he heard this, and his palms sweated.

Even if the city is broken, her Phoenix Emperor is not a person who will easily bow to the Qin State and submit to it!

She was really afraid that he had angered King Qin again!

"No, I'm very uneasy, Qinghe, you can go down with me to have a look."

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seemed to see the hesitation in Fu Jian's eyes, and Fu Hui came to add another fire at this time.

"Murong Chong, you instructed this woman to assassinate my father."

Yan Hou Ke Zuhun was dressed in a wide robe, and walked here in a hurry, as if she heard the word "Xing Thorn", she couldn't help but tremble in her footsteps, and suddenly tripped over the robe and fell into the snow.

"Queen Mother!" Princess Qinghe hurried to help her up.

"Quick! Let's get over there! I heard them say Chong'er's name! ”