"Chu Lingheng is trapped... It's been three days?" Wen Jinghua's feet went limp, and she almost fell to her knees.

The prince's eyes were quick, and he reached out to support her, and he was a little surprised that she reacted so much.

"Lone was originally selecting a suitable general to lead the troops north to rescue General Chu, but in the past two days, it was the Bei clan and the assassination of his father, and so far he has not been able to really solve the trouble for General Chu. ”

When Wen Jinghua heard this, her body trembled uncontrollably, and there seemed to be tens of thousands of voices shouting in her mind, "Something happened to Chu Lingheng!

The prince saw that her face was really bad, so he beckoned her and asked the palace people to send her back to the Furen Palace.

Wen Jinghua was sent back to the Empress Wang's Furen Hall in despair.

Here, Queen Wang was happy because of Wan Zhen'er's serious injury, and when she saw Wen Jinghua's pale face, she couldn't help asking, "What's wrong with Hua'er?"

"No," Wen Jinghua shook her head forcefully, "I'll go see the poetry." ”

After speaking, the wandering spirit walked to the bed of poetry.

Shiyu was lying on the bed, the imperial doctor had already treated her wounds, and it was said that her life was okay for the time being, but she was afraid that there would be some obstacles in walking in the future.

Shiyu weakly told Wen Jinghua that she was fine, but seeing that Wen Jinghua's face was wrong, she kept urging her to sleep.

Wen Jinghua was arranged by Shuhui to treat the arrow wound on her shoulder again, and then she was groggy and stuffed into the quilt, and as soon as she closed her eyes, she immediately fell into a nightmare.

Wen Jinghua fell into a very bad dream.

In the dream, she was fluttering and came to the battlefield where Chu Lingheng fought with the Bei people.

Here, the mutilated corpses that had not had time to be disposed of were piled up as high as hills, and the red blood of the dead warriors flowed like a river.

The wolf smoke is everywhere, and there is no daylight.

The beacon fire blinded Wen Jinghua's eyes.

In the camp tent of Daliang, Wen Jinghua saw Chu Lingheng drawing up a battle plan.

In the middle of the sand table in front of him, there was a huge gourd-shaped canyon.

Chu Lingheng deduced the battle over and over again in the sand table, and the expression on his face was sharp and cruel that Wen Jinghua had never seen.

It's like burning.

"Soldiers!"

Chu Lingheng broke up the sand table under his hand and reached out to get the cloak.

But his hand was stunned the moment it touched the cloak.

It was the day of the expedition, and Wen Jinghua personally knitted a cloak for him.

Chu Lingheng's eyes revealed endless affection and tenderness.

But the warmth was fleeting, and if it weren't for Wen Jinghua floating in the air, he wouldn't have noticed it at all.

It seems that Chu Lingheng has always been the cruel and cold-blooded general...

On the battlefield, Daliang and Beishi opened their respective lines.

Between the snowy expanse of heaven and earth, the line of troops is very long, and there is almost no end in sight.

There were many, many soldiers, and Wen Jinghua could barely make out their faces.

Chu Lingheng wore silver-red armor, and the tip of the knife pointed directly at Tuoba Jian.

The soldiers and horses of the two countries roared and fought together, and soon they were indistinguishable from you and me.

The Bei Clan's battle circle became tighter and tighter, and it was about to force Chu Lingheng into the canyon.

The huge gourd-shaped canyon was like a bloody mouth waiting to be fed, as if it could devour the heavens and the earth.

Wen Jinghua nervously followed behind Chu Lingheng, but saw him suddenly hook his lips and smile.

Chu Lingheng took his elite and plunged into the canyon.

Behind him, the prince of the Northern Clan, Tuoba Jianle, stopped his horse, raised his hand and said: "Block the exit, if one comes out, kill one!"

There are no entrances and exits in the gourd canyon, this is really the best way to trap Chu Lingheng.

Tuoba Jian's expression was smug and cruel, "Liang God of War, that's it." ”

This is a fierce man like the Wolf King.

Wen Jinghua looked at him in mid-air, but he didn't think that Chu Lingheng would be trapped in the canyon like him.

The smile that Chu Lingheng had before rushing into the canyon was definitely meaningful.

Wen Jinghua was sure that Chu Lingheng definitely had a trick.

But who would have expected that Wen Jinghua hadn't yet persuaded himself to put his mind at ease, when he heard someone on the other side of the beam shouting: "Avalanche! It's an avalanche!

The rumbling majestic snow came to destroy the world, and the huge energy almost buried Wen Jinghua, a dreamer.

Tuoba Jian took the lead, and fled as fast as an arrow.

Wen Jinghua defied the wind and snow and ran hard to the gourd valley to find Chu Lingheng.

The snow buried everything in an instant.

There was a desperate silence in the Gourd Valley.

"Chu Lingheng—"

"Chu Lingheng—"

Wen Jinghua shouted as hard as she could, but the desperate cry was immediately swallowed up by the snow around her.

It's like a pebble entering a lake, and there is not even an echo.

"Chu Lingheng—"

"Chu Lingheng—"

In response to Wen Jinghua, there is only boundless pure white and silence.

Don't-

Don't-

Wen Jinghua's chest was tight, and her breathing was unsustainable, as if she felt the same way as Chu Lingheng, who was buried by an avalanche.

Tears and blood soaked all over her body, Wen Jinghua couldn't tell whether it was hers or Chu Lingheng's...

"Your Highness, Your Highness, wake up, wake up, girl!"

The anxious call of Shuhui echoed in my ears.

Wen Jinghua's soul seemed to be sucked into the vortex and returned in an instant.

"Hoo ——!"

It was as if the boulder in his chest that was blocking his breathing was removed in an instant, and Wen Jinghua breathed greedily.

"Girl, is it a nightmare?" Shuhui looked worried.

Wen Jinghua gradually came back to her senses, and her clothes were already soaked with sweat.

She patted her face blankly, only to find that her face had already cried as if it had been washed with tears.

Suddenly, Wen Jinghua jumped out of bed and ran barefoot towards the door.

"Girl!"

Shuhui's cry of surprise was left far behind, and Wen Jinghua ran desperately, scattering many palace people on duty along the way.

"His Royal Highness, the County Lord!"

"The Lord..."

Wen Jinghua stopped in front of the queen's bedroom, the cold air accompanied by rapid breathing, almost bursting her five organs.

Seeing this, the palace people were surprised and said, "What's going on!?"

As he spoke, he hurried out and pulled her into the dormitory.

In the dormitory, the king and queen have rested, and the orange candlelight room is warm and quiet.

The bed tent was lifted from the inside, and Queen Wang asked puzzledly, "Hua'er, what's wrong with you?"

Wen Jinghua couldn't hold back any longer, threw herself down in front of the bed, and cried: "Queen Mother, can you help me go to the north? Something happened!"

Wen Jinghua's heart was like a knife, and she almost fainted at the thought of the suffocation and despair buried by the avalanche in her dream.

Empress Wang hurriedly went down to the ground to put on her shoes and clothes, and asked, "What's going on? Why do you suddenly have to go to the north? Who told you that General Chu had an accident? Even if General Chu had an accident, you kid... Why does it hurt like losing your life?"

The last question made Wen Jinghua sober up instantly.

Yes, Chu Lingheng had an accident, why was she so sad?

In the eyes of the world, Chu Lingheng is just her brother-in-law who can't beat her with eight poles.

There is also the ethics of brother and sister here.

Something happened to him, why was she so anxious?

Wen Jinghua looked at Queen Wang's puzzled eyes, opened her mouth in vain, but couldn't say a word...