In the early morning of January 10th, after the red hour, the weather was cold, and the dragon snow was relatively light these days, but the wind was not strong today.

Mu Rong, who was used to waking up early, had already broken free from the dream that made her deeply uneasy. Last night, Qin Shuo brought her a surprising news from the street, that an Abyssal Realm Demon had appeared in Yanping Forest. Originally, she thought it was just a boring rumor circulating in the streets and alleys, but when Qin Shuo told her that the military pavilion had urgently dispatched troops to Yanping Town, she felt frightened.

It had been twenty-six years since she had been married to the Golden Castle, and in those twenty-six years she had considered the most dangerous enemies to be the barbarians outside the dragon walls. The nomads of the Great Wasteland have never had sympathy for their southern neighbors, and their way of getting along is to raid, and anyone who resists is mercilessly slaughtered.

The most formidable enemy she'd ever seen was Ilad's Tempest Battalion. By barbarian standards, the Tempest Battalion has a very rare level of discipline, they come and go like the wind, they are aggressive, and they are the toughest opponents outside the dragon walls.

She saw with her own eyes the villages that had been ravaged by the Tempest Camp. The uncivilized barbarians did not spare even the newly conceived women and the newborn babies, the bellies of the dead women were dissected, the lower bodies were crimson, the bloody babies were picked on spears, and the heads of the people, who still maintained their terrified expressions, were rolled everywhere, and the ground was covered with broken and broken limbs. As they were called, the places they swept were like a raging wind, rivers of blood, and no grass was growing.

They are simply demons. There was nothing more terrifying and dangerous in her world than these demons.

But no matter what the Tempest Camp has done, they are at least human, and they can be confronted or even defeated. Although the Tempest Battalion is fierce and good at fighting, it does not have the ability to compete head-on with the Golden Horse army, and they can only fight guerrilla and sneak attacks.

They weren't really demons, and the real demons were too far away from her world. It was so far away that she had the illusion that it was just a legend she had heard from her teacher as a child, and that those distant horrors were not real.

They only appear in speech, in the scriptures, and in dreams. Like the immortal Agaza, who has really seen him? She has lived in the Golden Horse for twenty-six years, and has heard the story of Gaza countless times, but no one has really seen him.

What an ethereal existence that is.

But now they have broken away from speech, from the books, from dreams, and have crossed the realm into her world. One or two demons are not enough to pose a threat to her world, but hordes of demons can destroy her world, everything about her.

She fell asleep with this fear, and had a nightmare in which she dreamed that Dailan was about to give birth, but she gave birth to a demon baby with a red, scaly body and limbs, horns on her head, and sharp teeth baring out of her lips. The dream made her break out in a cold sweat and wake up earlier than usual.

Pushing open the doors and windows, there was only a breeze outside, the sky was full of scattered snowflakes, and the weather was not bad, so she decided to sit on the rooftop and ask the maid to turn around and bring breakfast too.

At this time, Qin Shuo hadn't gotten up yet, she was sitting alone on the rooftop, feeling a little lonely. The winter sky is now very blue, and this blue gives a sense of tranquility, like a neck lake outside the flood season. She looked up at the blue sky, enjoying the moment of tranquility, there had been so many disturbing things in this time, she had slept badly at night, she had almost forgotten the last time she had a good night's sleep.

As she looked at the sky, a dark gray pillar of smoke appeared in her eyes through the snowflakes, black and glowing with fire.

Balefire. This is the outstanding work of the alchemists of the kingdom. They blended various animal fats and fats, plus some other special ingredients, to create a very flame-resistant pyrotechnic that produces a striking color. One fuel burns for about half an hour, and if it needs to be extended, the beacon guards will continue to add firewood and fuel to ensure that the message can be sent.

She was familiar with the fuel. When the guards of the beacon tower received the message, they would move the fuel of the beacon fire from the underground warehouse to the platform, pour it on the super-large pyre with a mixture of dry and wet firewood, and ignite it, and the flames soon rose, and a column of smoke more than ten or even twenty zhang long came out, and when there was no wind, the smoke would rise straight into the air in the form of a column, and the bright flames in it could be clearly seen.

She tried to make sure it wasn't the fireworks that sent a message of grief, and she tried three times in vain, and it was an unmistakable fire.

Then she despairs to discover that the ash fire is neither from the south nor from the west, but from the north. There is only one province directly north of the royal capital, and there is only one governor, which is her home, her husband.

The ash fire is Qin Wei's death.

An unprecedented grief instantly filled her chest, and she felt the strength of her body being drained at once.

Her sky fell.

A terrible scream came from her throat, tearing apart the silence of the morning.

This was a result she never expected. It was a mundane harassment, like the countless harassments that had taken place on the Golden Horse's borders over the past twenty-six years, and the barbarians didn't have enough strength to confront them head-on. To organize a nomadic barbarian, you need to prepare many, many supplies and prepare for many, many years. The last nomadic tide occurred in the year 962 of the Xianglong Era, thirty-eight years after the reign of Nioh's father, Ryu Shaode.

Qin Wei was facing a nomadic tide this time. But even in the nomadic wave, he was well prepared. She knows and even participates in many of her husband's plans, and clearly understands how he plans the overall situation.

Someone must be mistaken. A beacon guard who was in a trance from staying up late gambling took the wrong color of fuel and set it on fire by mistake. That's it.

That's definitely the way it is.

But an extremely calm voice in her head said coldly, "You know it's not like that. He's dead, your husband is dead. The Grey Fire was the news of his death. ”

She felt like she had fallen into a bottomless ice cave, and in despair she looked up at the tiny sky above, unable to get out of it again. She was imprisoned forever.

A distant voice called: "Madame, Madame......"

There was a noise in her ears, and someone helped her up and stuffed her into a chair. Only then did she realize that she had just fallen to the ground. She glanced around and saw Qin Shuo, as well as the concerned and anxious faces of the servants.

The obvious grief on Qin Shuo's face made her have to believe that what the cold voice in her head said was true.

"My son......" she fell forward.

Qin Shuo caught his mother with tears, and his strong and powerful hands hugged her tightly in his arms. The servants whimpered and sobbed.

"Mom, I need to go check it out. The strong son whispered in her ear, "I'll be back soon, you wait for me." ”

Her son couldn't accept such a fact, and had to go to Beacon North Terrace to ask for clarification in person.

The servants put her on a chair and carried her down to the roof and back to her room, where the maid helped her back to bed. Breakfast was placed in front of her, but she refused to eat. She has no appetite for anything.

She stared blankly at the yellow curtain of the bed, embroidered with scenes of naughty children chasing and playing among the flowers, all with smiles on her face. How ironic it is.

Her life now turns into a complete mockery. God abandoned them, the daughter-in-law was locked up in prison, the unborn grandson was destined not to belong to her, and the husband died on the front line. What about Qin Ming? What happened to him? Has Palm Forest City been recaptured? Has her people been liberated from the brutal war?

She didn't know anything. She was more than 300 dragons away from home, just to wait for the ashes of her beloved in this dark and sad capital.

But she was religious enough. The gods of the earth should not have bestowed such a cruel fate on devout believers. How could the Spirit Dragon allow the most loyal defenders of its realm to die on the front lines?

She lay on the bed, a thousand thoughts and ten thousand thoughts swirling in her head, but eventually each thought and thought turned into ashes, burning in her consciousness, making her numb and her eyelids growing sleepy.

"Mom, we need to get home as soon as possible. Qin Shuo's vague voice came from his ears, and he was talking to her as gently as possible, "I don't think I can catch up with the kneeling spirit, the child is not filial." ”

"Go home......" she muttered as she was confused.

Go back to Golden Castle.

"Yes, Mom. We have to go back, Daddy is waiting for us. ”

Husband, I want to go back to the Golden Castle.

"I should have asked for it, but I ......" she suddenly forgot what to say. All she remembered was one more thing she hadn't done.

"We went back with my sister-in-law. Her son helped her remember.

All go back to the Golden Castle. Yes, of course going back. Her husband waited to see her one last time before he went into the ground. Of course she should go back with her daughter-in-law, as well as the child in her womb.

That is the future heir of their family, that is the child of the Qin family, how can they be given to the daughter of a random usurper to be kept as a pet? Their Qin family has paid blood and death for generations to defend the frontier for the kingdom, Qin Wei is not the first child of the Qin family to die in the battle to defend the homeland, nor will he be the last. But their family heir is locked up in prison with his mother, and there is no hope of returning home.

If Qin Wei was here, he would tell her sharply, "This is an insult to our family!"

Yes. This is the *naked humiliation. The person who served as the Dragon Monarch was no longer the generous and benevolent Long Xingtian. It was a ruthless tyrant.

She should take her grandchildren. Go back to the Golden Castle!

She made up her mind to make this request in front of the tyrant. If she keeps the future heir of the family under house arrest for the rest of her life in a cage far from home, how can she be worthy of her husband?

"I'm going to the palace. She said to Qin Shuo, "I'm going to take Dai Lan home." ”

Before she could wait for Qin Shuo's response, she heard the maid's call: "Madam, there is a distinguished guest here." ”

"Distinguished guest, who?" Qin Shuo walked towards the door, and the maid whispered to him, which he couldn't hear clearly from a distance.

"Then please come in. Qin Shuo returned to his mother after giving the order, sat on the edge of the bed, held her hand, and said, "Mom, the second princess, Prince Menke, and the third princess have come to see us." ”

"Su Yun and Qinglian......" She sat up, a little surprised. They also saw the Grey Fire, which came to comfort her.

"Yes. They should have brought news of their sister-in-law. ”

Soon the maid led a man and two women into the room, and a young and beautiful maid pushed the wheelchair of the second princess Long Suyun and walked in front. Long Suyun wore her hair in a high bun, her body was draped in goose yellow, and her face was covered with a transparent black veil to express mourning, even if she was in a wheelchair, she could not hide her gentle and quiet temperament. Menke, dressed in a lilac gorgeous robe, followed his wife with a solemn and sad expression. Behind him was a short, pale-skinned third princess, Long Qinglian, and a maid who didn't look much older than her.