"You know." Emperor Jingcheng stood in front of the door and looked at Jiang Wushuang, "Where is this?"

Jiang Wushuang straightened her knees, clasped her hands between her abdomen, and said softly, "This is Guanghan Palace."

She wouldn't talk like that.

Emperor Jingcheng looked directly at him and asked, "How do you know that I am the emperor?"

Jiang Wushuang said indifferently, "Only His Majesty can enter the Guanghan Palace, and no one else can enter. Even the common people in Kyushu know about it."

She always asks, and she won't answer.

Emperor Jingcheng didn't seem to be going to cross this threshold, which seemed to him to be a bottomless ravine. He stopped there, looked at the other side, and asked, "Are you from the Jiang family?"

Jiang Wushuang bowed his knees again and said, "Folk girl Jiang Wushuang, my father is a member of the Jiang clan."

Emperor Jingcheng stared at her and made a painful conclusion in his heart.

She's not Le Wushuang.

The sleeve robe swings, swings.

Emperor Jingcheng turned around and walked away.

Jiang Wushuang watched Emperor Jingcheng leave, she stood in front of the desk for a long time, her eyes fell back on the wide window, looked in the direction of due north, and slowly knelt down.

On the second day, the palace ushered in a good news.

The old waiter walked quickly to the courtyard of the showmen with a dozen waiters.

He folded his hands on his sleeves and raised his neck and shouted, "Your Majesty has ~will~"

This shout seemed to explode, the doors of all the wings were opened together, and countless women from major families in Kyushu rushed out curiously and knelt in the courtyard.

"Your Majesty has a will." The old attendant received the holy decree from the kneeling attendant, "Fengtian carrier, the emperor edict said, the beautiful girl Jiang Wushuang, Shu cautious and sexual, diligent and supple, Yonghe pure, gentle and virtuous, virtuous and virtuous. Immediately, canonized as a concubine, given the name, "month", Qin ~ this~"

All the show girls were stunned when they heard this, and some people asked loudly in shock: "Dare to ask the eunuch, the draft has not started, why did you decide on the candidates?"

The old servant laughed and said, "The holy decree is written by His Majesty, if this beautiful man has any doubts, why don't you ask Your Majesty?"

When the show girl heard this, she immediately lost control, and she really had the courage to shout: "In this case, please also ask the eunuch to lead the people and girls to see Your Majesty!"

The old waiter immediately waved his hand, and the two waiters rushed up to set up the show girl and dragged her out.

"Eunuch-sama, eunuch-sama!" The showgirl turned her head and shouted, "I want to see Your Majesty, I want to see Your Majesty!" How can the draft choose a concubine be so abrupt. Her Jiang family is a Moluo family, what qualifications does she have to be a concubine?! I'm not convinced, I want to see Your Majesty!"

"Fork out!" The old waiter shook his hand impatiently, and then glanced at the kneeling showmen, "This is the end of the draft, ladies and gentlemen, the car has already been prepared outside the palace, and you can leave home today."

All the showmen were shocked by the old waiter's momentum, and immediately got up and walked out of the door.

Jiang Wushuang was still stunned at the head of this holy decree, she stared at the ground in a daze for a long time, and suddenly looked sideways to the north.

There's a wind blowing there.

"Moon Princess." The old attendant walked up to Jiang Wushuang with the holy decree, "Why don't you get up and receive the decree?"

Jiang Wushuang came back to her senses, she stared at the holy decree in front of her, and immediately raised her hands to take it, and said in an astringent voice, "Jiang Wushuang, thank you for the decree."

She took the decree and bowed down.

"Ouch Moon Concubine, please get up quickly." The old servant helped Jiang Wushuang to stand up, and he smiled flatteringly and arched his hand, "Now that you have received the order, please follow the old slave to the Guanghan Palace."

Jiang Wushuang followed the old servant and asked as he walked, "Lord Eunuch, when can I meet Your Majesty?"

"No hurry, no hurry, hehe." The old attendant led her up the stone steps, "The day when the moon concubine faces the saint is set for tomorrow."

Jiang Wushuang swept over the flower garden, the fragrance of flowers on both sides was bursting, but the tip of her nose smelled bitterness, and she asked hesitantly, "Why tomorrow?"

"Concubine Yue doesn't know about this." The old attendant bowed down and said, "Tomorrow is the day when the ninth floor of the inner city is completed, and Your Majesty will come tomorrow to present a plaque and say that he will bring the concubine Yue upstairs to celebrate. This is really a double happiness, the old slave is here

Congratulations to Concubine Yue, congratulations to Concubine Yue."

Jiang Wushuang thanked him with a salute, but he scared the old waiter a lot.

He led Jiang Wushuang into the Guanghan Palace, and immediately retreated to the side of the door and waved his hand.

More than a dozen attendants immediately rushed in and placed the wooden plates they were holding on the table one by one.

Jiang Wushuang glanced at the rows of wooden plates, waved his hand, and asked, "Lord Eunuch, what is this?"

"These are the silks of His Majesty's Imperial Gift." The old waiter opened a box of ornaments and displayed, "Look, jade beads, hairpins, silk and satin are all prepared here. The best maid was waiting outside the door, and if Concubine Yue didn't like it, she could tell the old slave."

Jiang Wushuang approached and picked up a stack of red gauze clothes, and the silky and silky gauze sleeves hung down. She put down her gauze dress, then picked up a beaded hairpin from the ornament box, looked at it carefully, and immediately became distracted.

"Come in, you guys." The old waiter waved his hand to greet the waiting maid, "Serve Concubine Yue well to bathe and change clothes, if you are lazy, you will have good fruits to eat!"

The maids bowed their knees and said, "Yes."

The old waiter wanted to offer some flattery to please the newcomer, but it can be seen that Jiang Wushuang is depressed, and he immediately bowed and withdrew from the Guanghan Palace.

The maids looked at Jiang Wushuang, and when they saw that she hadn't moved for a long time, they didn't dare to squeak.

But just half an hour later, a crisp sound sounded, and everyone raised their eyes in shock.

It turned out that the pearl hairpin fell to the ground, and everyone looked up at Jiang Wushuang. Immediately, they all noticed that her cheeks were already full of tears.

A maid asked worriedly, "What's wrong with Concubine Yue?"

"Go out." Jiang Wushuang hid his tearful face, "Get out quickly."

Another maid stepped forward and asked softly, "Concubine Yue—"

"Get out!"

Jiang Wushuang's let go of his hands revealed a painful and sad look. The eyes were red with bitterness, so frightened that all the maids hurriedly said "yes", and immediately withdrew from the palace gate.

Jiang Wushuang walked to the front of the case in pain, she seemed to cry hard, picked up the red gauze dress from the wooden plate and held it high, rubbed her hands hard, and was about to tear it hard, but when she used force, she trembled and let out her strength.

The red gauze was crumpled and crumpled, slowly falling from his hands, and covering the beads on the ground.

Jiang Wushuang threw himself on the desk and cried bitterly, and the tears couldn't stop dripping and dripping on the red hijab of the wooden plate.

"Jiang Lang!"

The maids outside the hall who listened to her call looked at each other, and they anxiously circled in place, but they were helpless.

The rain outside the hall was dripping, Jiang Wushuang's forehead was pressed into his arm, and tears were dripping down. She rubbed the corners of her eyes heavily, but she couldn't stop the tears.

The bright red hijab was crumpled, and the tears were stained with deep red blood, and she cried painfully, muttering over and over again in one cry after another.

"Jiang Lang...... Jiang Lang ......"

The sound of the rain outside the house was a little more urgent, and the flowers that slapped the garden lost their strength to resist the will of heaven, and they all hung their heads.

Jiang Wushuang raised his head and looked at the silk and jewelry on the table, and suddenly raised his hand and lifted it with all his might!

The red veil fell, the jewels slammed all over the floor, and she sobbed and shrugged her shoulders in the golden red halo of the hall, crying and muttering, "When are you coming back, when are you coming back?!" I ......."

The red hijab fell on her forehead, covering her face and tears.

"I don't want to marry ......"

"Evacuation !!"

Countless warriors in the Valley of Echoes fought bravely with scimitars, and one warrior stood in front of Ang Qin, vigilantly saying, "Prince, when we charge with all our might, you will rush out on horseback!"

"No!" Ang Qin was covered in blood and held his scimitar, "I am the people of Talaten, I am a samurai, and a samurai can only die in a duel, and must not escape—" Z.br>

"But that's not a person!" The samurai looked back at the sound of the battle and snapped, "That's a monster, a demon that the gods spit on. We samurai are also human beings, and only the gods on the snowy mountains can kill demons, and we can't."

"You're making me

Will you return to the atrium with the charge?" Ang Qin angrily asked, "What will the people of the Atrium think of me, and what will my father think of me?!"

"They'll see you as a hero!" The samurai looked up at him firmly, "A hero who survived a decisive battle, a hero who survived the hunt of demons. The king will be proud of you."

After he finished speaking, his eyes shrank, and he immediately leaped up and pounced on the rushing Cana warriors.

The monster with black musculobones and flowing black gas and blood swooped down, and the moment it flew down, it choked the samurai's neck with his hand, and immediately shook off the corpse and continued to pounce towards Angqin!

Scold!

A quick knife flashed and severed the hand of the Cana warrior, and the man rushed to Ang Qin and said, "Ang Qin, go quickly!"

Ang Qin tightened his hooves and asked, "Who are you?!"

Jiang Baichuan turned his head to look at Ang Qin and said sternly, "I am a soldier of the Red Pass, don't ask more. Your people are still fighting to fight for your life, don't let them down."

Ang Qin said angrily, "The warriors of the desert never retreat, I can fight with them or die with them!"

"Stupid!" Liang Fenghou rushed to the horse, "If you die here, your father's return to the atrium will inevitably cause civil unrest. The prince led his tribe's 400,000 warriors to defeat the Canadians in a decisive battle, which is a disgrace to the royal family!"

As his words fell, the sand rolled down from above, and countless Cana warriors climbed the sand wall and crawled down, roaring incessantly.

"It's even more shameful to be defeated here and go back alive!" Angqin glared upwards and said, "I, Angqin, am the prince of the Atrium, and I can't bear the shame of defeat!"

Syllable!

Liang Fenghou slapped him in the face and said coldly, "Only by being alive can there be hope of regaining strength, and if you are dead, you are dead!" Get out of here!"

Ang Qin's face was sluggish, and before he could react, he was slapped on the horse's ass by Liang Fenghou with the back of a knife, and before he could tighten the reins, he rushed out in a hurry!

"Get out!" When the warriors saw Angqin charging towards the exit of the canyon, they immediately raised their arms and shouted, "Protect the prince! Rush!"

The warriors screamed and followed Angqin to sprint towards the exit of the canyon, but the Cana warriors above had already pounced and knocked the warriors to the ground one by one!

Shhh

The steel knife slashed fiercely at the back of the Cana warrior, and Ye Hong said urgently, "Lord Duwei, we must evacuate, these monsters won't die without cutting off their heads!"

Liang Fenghou slashed off the head of the Cana warrior who had not yet risen under him, and he waved his arm and shouted, "Withdraw! All the soldiers will break through with me!"