The woman was still crying loudly, only to see her hands clenched into fists, and the gorgeous nails embedded with cardamom beads had been deeply pinched into the flesh. Under that strong force, the long nails had been broken, and the broken nails and flesh and blood were fused together, and the deep pain could make her remember the shame of today.

"Princess......" Yang Ding saw this situation, his heart was unspeakable, and he stretched out his hand to pull Baojin. He would rather be tortured and die a tragic death than watch the princess of the Qin Kingdom wag her tail and beg for mercy from a traitor!

Song Ling couldn't stand it anymore, she shook off Murong Chong's hand and rushed out of her seat.

"Ah Ling!" Murong Chong was taken aback.

When she rushed out, not only Murong Chong, but even Murong Hong and Duan Sui secretly sweated for her.

King Anfeng has always been short-tempered, and few people dare to go against his will.

Song Ling glanced at Princess Baojin and Yang Ding, and then clasped his fists with his hands to King Anfeng, although he was not angry in his heart, but thinking that Murong Chong would have to rely on him in the future, he still saluted with respect and humility in mind.

"Lord Wang, since the Xianbei people are gathering today, it will be an eyesore to bring these Qin people to the palace, so let them step down, let's continue to drink and sing."

As soon as she said this, the hall fell silent, and people looked at the woman who stepped forward with bated breath, secretly speculating about her next fate, and some people had already shown an expression of waiting to see a good show.

Yang Ding looked at Song Ling in disbelief, and there was a little gratitude in his heart, he never thought that the woman who was fighting with him with a sword on the battlefield would actually stand up and speak for them.

Song Ling didn't look at Yang Ding from beginning to end, as if to prove to Murong Yue that she didn't do this because she had a personal relationship with the Qin people.

As she spoke, she raised her chin and took the lead in singing the war song of the Yan Kingdom, "The world is vast, only Yan is the top, and the iron cavalry fights in all directions......"

The woman's singing voice was high-pitched, and gradually, the generals of the Yan Kingdom whispered, and everyone temporarily forgot about the execution of Yang Ding, and was immersed in the joy of the reunion of the Yan clan.

Murong Yue leaned over, and the old treacherous and cunning sharp gaze swept towards the young woman in the hall, the woman's silhouette was delicate and distinct, and she didn't look very old, but the hidden edge in her dazzling black eyes had a city strategy that was different from her age.

Although she behaved respectfully, she didn't show a drop of water between her words, on the surface, she seemed to be singing for this banquet, but in fact, she wanted him to push the boat down the river, raise her hand, and let go of the princess of Qin and Yang Ding.

Although he has read countless people, he has to admit that this is an extremely smart woman.

Seeing that Murong Yue was still pondering, Murong Hong couldn't help but speak for Song Ling, he whispered, "Uncle, if we want to deal with Yang Ding, we will have time in the future, so it is better to gather and drink freely today." ”

Murong Yue looked at Murong Hong, and suddenly smiled, the serious expression of his previous contemplation was completely gone, it was all his father's love for his son, "Hong'er, you are so nervous about this highness woman, she shouldn't be your favorite Song Ling girl." ”

Murong Hong's cheeks flushed and nodded.

Murong Yue smiled even more heartily, he patted him on the shoulder, and said with relief, "It's worthy of my righteous son, good eyes!" ”

As he spoke, he waved his hand casually and said in disgust, "These two people are indeed looking eyesore, come on, take them down." ”

Murong Chong looked at Song Ling and secretly breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, fortunately, Murong Yue did not blame Song Ling.

The disheveled woman was dragged from the ground, and she wiped the tears from her face and swept the hall with a hateful gaze.

She Baojin swears by blood today, if she returns to Qin one day, she will wash the Yan clan in blood!

****

Before you know it, it's past time.

After all, it was just this banquet, Song Ling just wanted to get up and walk out with the scattered crowd, but he heard a call behind him.

When she turned around, she saw him, Murong Hong.

"I heard that you were seriously injured in Kabasaka, but are you better?" His concerned gaze fell on the scabbed scar on her neck.

Song Ling was stunned for a moment, and said bluntly, "It's okay anymore, King Xie Jibei cares." ”

As soon as the king of Jibei sounded, he opened the distance in respect.

Murong Hong's eyes darkened, and he lowered his eyebrows and said with a lost face, "It's okay." ”

She would not have called Murong Chong so politely!

For a while, the two stood opposite each other, but they were speechless, no one knew what to say, and they were left lonely.

"Ah Ling, Yang Xue is still waiting for you." Murong Chong saw them from a distance and opened his mouth to solve Song Ling's difficulties.

Song Ling nodded gratefully to Murong Chong, and turned to Murong Hong respectfully, "Lord Wang, Song Ling retired first. ”

The man was stunned for a moment, his eyes were reluctant to secretly, like a meteor falling, and after a while, he still waved his hand.

Song Ling, don't you want to see me so much?

****

The night is deep, and the waning moon is like a hook.

And neither she nor her were sleepy.

A woman in white plain clothes was lying on the bed, with her back to another woman, and at a glance, her already slender figure had obviously lost a lot of weight.

The other woman sat quietly on the edge of the bed, not moving or making a sound. Only the pain of the scar that has not healed, from time to time, dull pain.

She knew that she had not slept.

She also knew that she had been seriously injured and was not yet well.

After a long time, the pain of her leg injury made her gasp silently, it should be time to change the dressing.

The plain-clothed woman's ears moved slightly, as if she heard the sound, she turned over suddenly, sat up from the bed, sighed at the other woman and said, "Song Ling, I know that the battlefield is life and death, I can't complain about you, you don't have to accompany me anymore, go back." ”

"Yang Xue, I ......" originally wanted to say something to comfort her, but she was afraid that the words would come to her mouth, but they evoked her sad memories.

In the end, it only turned into a sentence, "It's okay, you can sleep well, I'm here, you can call me if you have something." ”

Song Xu died in battle, Yan Kingdom fell, and in the days when Qin State endured humiliation and stealing her life, she was also like Yang Xue today, unable to sleep all night, all night.

As soon as you close your eyes, it is blood and killing, and you will think of the scene of ten thousand kinds of knives stabbing Song Xu in your mind, and in trembling, you will recognize the reality that he has left forever.

She and Yang Xue, both father and brother died, sympathized with each other, and felt the same way.

Now, there is too little she can do for her. No matter how much she can do for her, Yang Zhao will not come back, never, and will never come back!

Even so, in the dead of night, when she was helpless, she was quietly by her side, and when she wanted to talk, it would be good to talk to her.

When she thought of Song Xu, she couldn't help but feel a deep pain in her heart again, in fact, she knew that the people around her were all sincere to her, such as Murong Chong, such as Murong Hong, such as Murong Ling, and Yang Zhao......

But she can no longer count the days and wait for Song Xu's return date as she did when she was a child, wait for the good news of his victory, and frolic in his dusty arms.

Because, Song Xu is gone, her only relative is gone!