"I came this time, but I didn't see Mrs. Liao?"

I folded the white cloth and paused, ignoring him.

"The Liao family has ...... since then"

I flickered into anger and glared back at him. Has he come to pity me? It's a pity that I miscalculated, the Liao family has nothing to do with me in the end.

"With the Jimo family, you don't need to worry."

I flicked my sleeves and motioned for him to leave.

A piece of holy decree, not what I want, didn't he want me to be grateful to Dade and live by relying on people's snorts?

When he saw that I was angry, he was also amused, and he stopped talking, but just stood there quietly and looked at me. However, I couldn't stand this kind of staring, as if I was watching and snooping, and almost wanted to stride over and push him away, but in the end, I was always far away from him.

Suddenly, he frowned slightly, and sighed: "The hour is not early, Jimo has to leave." ”

I bowed my head slightly, which was a send-off.

I haven't seen him since. I heard that he was defeated all the way at first, and he forced his back to Yanyan Pass, and only then did he barely block the invasion of the ghost side.

To the south of Yanguan is the Jingshi. The ghost side can be said to be a soldier coming to the city, just a pass and a mountain, and Fu Qi will be in the bag.

The royal family has packed up and fled all the way south, Pingjing is the old capital of Fuqi, and it is also the first step for the ancestors of the Fuqi royal family to conquer the world and unify the country. Today, it is the last refuge for these unscrupulous descendants. I just don't know how long those deceased heroic spirits can protect these people.

A few days ago, the people in the palace came to ask me if I wanted to escape from here while the current situation was not chaotic. I secretly counted the days, Jimo spent nine months to lose the northern rivers and mountains laid down by the ancestors of Fuqi for decades, although the northern people are fierce, and the ghost side is so brave, but in the end it is embarrassing. Although he can hold the Yanguan Pass for a while, it is difficult to guarantee that there will not be a day when the city will be broken. It's just that people like me, where can they go? The Liao Mansion gave me a place of refuge, and after leaving the Liao Mansion, I could only be burned to death by the people of the world as a demon. In the past year, although the people in the house still haven't talked much to me, they are no longer so afraid of me, and the death of my parents is approaching, and I can't leave all this behind. Moreover, why should a man like me fear such evil? It's just that I'm here for myself, it's not good to affect these people, anyway, they also have families and concerns, and if this life is lost in the hands of a foreign race, there will be people who will be sad about it.

I sent the people away, and scattered the money and silver that had been accumulated in the mansion for many years, and there were many people who spent their best years in the Liao mansion, and they could not be indebted to them.

There are also a few old slaves to stay, for the Liao family's house, they have nowhere to go, and their family members died many years ago. I tried to dissuade them, and they went south together. There is only an old mother, who has been waiting for her mother for more than ten years, and she refuses to leave anything. I had no choice but to keep her. The Liao Mansion, which was quite lively a few days ago, and the Liao Mansion, which still looked like a family, suddenly quieted down. The leaves are all over the garden, no one sprinkles and sweeps, the stove is cold and cold, and no one cares.

Come to think of it, the Jingshi will be broken, even if someone cleans it, it is useless. It's just that I never thought that Jimo stopped the ghost Fang outside the Yan Pass, and a whole year passed.

The royal family, which has been defeated frequently, has received good news several times, and I heard that the prince is ready to go north and rectify the Beijing division. After all, I was in a hurry to leave, and many things were left here, and this time, I don't know whether to completely clear the wall or reorganize the dynasty.

What the prince brought was a new reward for the Jimo family, and I married him, and I also received some divine grace, and gold, silver and jade were sent one after another. Now that the people of Beijing are having a hard time, it is useless for me to keep these, while scattering the gold and silver everywhere, and taking out some of them, and giving them to the front-line soldiers.

However, Jimo's request to the prince was not a good thing.

The war lasted for two years, and even the iron-clad army was tight, and Jimo asked that the emperor be able to drive the expedition in person. It is said that it is a personal expedition, but it is enough to turn around in the army and let the soldiers see it, in the final analysis, it is just to boost morale. It's just that at the moment, the two armies are facing each other, and the sword has no eyes, and who can guarantee the emperor's safety? The prince made a difficulty, but he still rushed a letter to Pingjing for 800 miles, but there was no reply for a long time. Presumably, today's emperors are accustomed to the tunes of Yushu □□, and no matter what, they can't stand the anger of the battlefield.

Seeing that the battle report was no longer optimistic, the prince had no choice but to go to help in person. Clinker fought back and forth several times, and the prince was captured by the ghost side. The emperor who spent his days in Pingjing couldn't bear it anymore, but now he had no choice but to rely on Jimo to defend the Yanguan, so he had to order the Liao family to be discouraged. The grandmother and I didn't care about where to live, so we left happily and found an empty house without an owner to live.

The leader of the ghost side, Basil Jiyu, proposed to negotiate with the emperor, after all, after many years of war, it was not what both sides wanted. The emperor wanted to shrink back, but the prince was in the hands of the ghost side, so he had to go north, but when he arrived in Beijing, he didn't take a step forward. Jimo sent someone to report, and the request of the ghost side was to give half of the country north of Pingjing with both hands, so that the ghost would stop marching and the prince would return unscathed. It's just that at this point, the people of Voche will be in that humble southern corner, and in the future, when the ghost side repairs and stops, the demise of Vodechi will only blink an eye.

Will it be forced to hold on and then die and the country will be destroyed, or will it be ruined without a fight?

Jimo seems to have calculated that the emperor would choose the latter. The next day, the news of the prince's martyrdom came from the former convenience. The old emperor was so sad and angry that he had no reason to retreat, so he even took his horse to the barracks and personally supervised the battle. When Mama heard the news, she just smiled, supervising the battle, he didn't have the courage to charge in battle.

There was no room for peace, and the ghost side had to entangle its forces and fight to the death.

There are fewer and fewer people in Beijing, and no matter how poor the family is, they have already packed up and fled south. Suddenly, in the huge capital, there were only some old people left who wanted to leave and couldn't afford to go anymore.

Jimo only barely blocked it for half a month, and after half a month, the city of Jingshi was broken. The moment the Ghost Fang army swarmed into the city, the wails of the streets pierced the walls.

For those old people who can't leave, the capital is where they live their lives. Now, the ghost party is here, and they only have one death.

Mama took me to hide for a long time, but I couldn't escape after all.

The ghost side has a penchant for setting fire to the city, and in order to avoid the raging fire, my grandmother and I had to come out to take refuge. Just as soon as he leaned in, it was a bright sword.

I was shocked, and so were the sergeants.

The soldier shouted something, it was a ghost dialect, I didn't understand.

I slowly straightened up, and the men watched me warily as they retreated to a position where they would be able to reach me with their swords. Yes, I'm a demon, so I can survive for a while. The grandmother who came out one step later was stabbed through.

There was a faint sound of horses' hooves, and I slowly turned my head over, the man on horseback was in the prime of life, with the angular face of the ghost man, the sturdy and sturdy body of the warrior's standard, and the fierceness and tyrannical murderous aura of the king. His gaze stayed on me for a moment, and then he said coldly. The soldier beside me was about to carry me away.

I looked at my grandmother lying in a pool of blood and sighed. The final outcome is just the same, sooner or later. The Yan Pass is broken, presumably, Jimo and the emperor have also been martyred, right? In the end, I also want to be in the same world with them, kneeling and accepting the emperor's orders.

On the square field in front of the palace gate, there were already people setting up a fire. Bright red blood had flowed all over the ground, beneath the layers of firewood.

I was tied to the firewood, and the man stood aside with his sword, saying something in a loud voice, and the ghost soldiers cheered and cheered, and a beam of fire suddenly fell under his feet. Wood poured with oil burns so fast.

I choked on the smoke, and the surging heat scorched my cheeks, and I could not have seen such a strong light, and it was still extremely difficult for a pair of eyes to be closed.

The flames seemed to hit my cheeks, the heat was unsettling, the tongues of fire licking the air around me, the sound of wood popping under my feet, everything drove me to despair.