Chapter 67

He Lianying seems to be on Ning Shugang. In addition to snow and rain, he will come to attack the city, just as he came to do the eighth radio gymnastics on time, but it's bloody.

Ning Shu just wanted to scold people. Standing on the wall, he looked down at the bastard he Lianying was fighting. All the fighting was money and food. Only one day's military food was a horrible number.

I don't know how long I can stick to it, and Ning Shu's attitude towards Marshal Shen Feng seems to be that he doesn't want to stick to it, but he doesn't stick to it. So many people's lives have been filled in before, so much investment will be wasted, and only in this way.

Ning Shu received another letter from Li Wen. It was a separate letter to her. Li Wen's meaning in the letter was obvious. Although he was very hopeful that Ning Shu would win the war, he hoped that Ning Shu would stick to it and take a tough attitude.

At the end, there are some caring words. As for the appearance of some brothers, as for how many of them are sincere, Ning Shu doesn't want to go deep into them. As an emperor, every move, every word has a deep meaning.

On this day, the weather is very good. After a day of snow, the ground is full of thick snow. Ning Shuben thought it was a bit difficult to walk in such a bad weather today, and he Lianying would not attack the city.

I didn't expect to come to attack the city, and the Tartars' faces were full of anxiety and despair.

Now it's late winter, but this year, nothing has been gained. He Lianying, who is calm, frowns tightly and looks cold. He raises his head and squints at Ning Shu standing next to the flag.

The sun shines brightly on her. The armor emits a cold light. It's so dazzling that you can't even see Princess Jiahui's face.

Duan Xinghui stands beside Ning Shu. Seeing that he Lianying's eyes have been looking at Princess Jiahui, he feels very uncomfortable. He can't help but say to Ning Shu: "princess, northern desert Tartars are ambitious. Princess can't compromise."

Ning Shu can't help but want to take out her earwax. She basically hears this every day. It seems that Duan Xinghui is a silent person. He always looks like a cool brother in front of the original Princess Jiahui. Now he is nagging. It's annoying.

He Lianying looks at a pair of Bi people on the city wall with her lips closed. She can't help but shoot at Duan Xinghui with a bow and arrow.

I don't know if today's wind is a little strong. It's clear that the arrow that flies towards the section of the star emblem actually shoots at Ning Shu.

Ning Shu: ￥% @ (Chen *

sure enough, I will stay with nanzhujun, and I will never die.

Ning Shugang wants to escape, but suddenly her body is out of control, and her soul seems to be popping out of her body.

Ning Shu's heart is shocked. What's the matter? All of a sudden, the body is out of control.

Duan Xinghui sees arrow arrow darting towards Princess Jiahui, and Princess Jiahui is still in a stupefied state. She doesn't know how to dodge at all.

There was a huge panic in his heart. Duan Xinghui quickly split the arrow with a knife, but the arrow was still shooting at Ning Shu. The arrow that had lost its head stuck on Ning Shu's shoulder.

Ning shustuffy hum, ear ring arrow pierce the sound of flesh and skin, then, an overwhelming pain swept the whole brain.

I'm scrubbing. It hurts.

"Ding, counter attack task completed, whether to leave the world or not." A voice of mechanical indifference rings in Ning Shu's consciousness.

"Yes, yes, yes..." Ning Shu just wants to leave soon. It's so painful. Even if she wants to leave the world, she doesn't have to take an arrow.

System pit me!

In an instant, Ning Shu's soul left Princess Jiahui's body.

It happened so fast that when the people reflected, they realized that the generals of the Da Yong Dynasty had been shot.

Northern desert Tartars beat their chests and cheered. Their morale soared. They looked at their two princes, helianying, with adoring eyes.

She Lianying, who is regarded as a hero, holds the bow and arrow tightly, trembling a little. Her face is a little white and her pupils are trembling. She can dodge clearly. Her strength is not even that of the arrow.

And she wasn't the one he wanted to shoot.

Helianying raised her hand and shouted, "send out the gold."

This

Now is the best time to attack the city. How can we retreat.

"Two princes, it's time for Dayong's morale to fall. Now that he has done more with less, why should he withdraw?" A tartar general asked helianying.

"Pa"

he Lianying slapped his hand on the general's face and said with some gnashing teeth, "my prince said that if you withdraw, you will withdraw."

Helianying turned her horse's head and looked back at the position of Princess Jiahui's battle. Now there was no one. In a trance, I saw a pair of cold eyes, high above and with contempt and cunning.

She shouldn't die so easily.

Duan Xinghui, holding Princess Jiahui in his arms, came to the tent of the military doctor and shouted, "help her, help her quickly..."

Duan Xinghui is waiting outside the tent, anxiously wandering around. Now Duan Xinghui is in a state of anxiety, fear and fear. There is a strong feeling that he doesn't want her to die. He just thinks that the woman who looks down on her will die. Duan Xinghui's heart is just like in the oil pot, and he is in agony.When pulling out the arrow, Princess Jiahui snorted, slightly opened her eyes and looked at the simple tent. How could she still be alive.

She was still in the tent of Tartars in the northern desert.

The pain came and Princess Jiahui fainted.

Princess Jiahui is OK, which makes the whole camp feel relieved, especially Shen Feng. Although there are no swords or eyes on the battlefield, the princess of one country died, or the princess of one of the emperor's mother's compatriots died. No matter how much credit he has, the emperor won't care.

Princess Jiahui feels like a dream. She doesn't know whether she saw her last life before she was shot dead or because the present situation is a dream.

Looking at these women kneeling in front of themselves, their faces are solemn, and their eyes are red when they see her.

Touching the whip of her eyes, Princess Jiahui smiled. No matter what, she no longer had the misery in her dream, was not insulted, or lived in the general pain of the snuff hell.

She did not disappoint her brother. She was the most honorable Princess of the Dayong Dynasty.

When she saw the star emblem, Princess Jiahui smiled. The man she loved so much in the dream was looking at her with a worried look at the moment.

What about women? Women are not necessarily inferior to men. They are willing to stay married for a lifetime, fight for the emperor's brother for a lifetime, and suffer again. They can be shared by many men in their suffering. They eat pig food. Living people are not like people, ghosts are not like ghosts. They have no dignity. They don't know why they live.

Even if it is like a dream, but the dream is so real.

"Princess, are you ok?" Duan Xinghui finally asked, holding the princess meaningful, and with strange eyes, asked Princess Jiahui.

Princess Jiahui was stunned for a moment. It seems that she didn't hear the voice of the star emblem for a long time.