Chapter 77： Mountain river breaks the wind (2/2)

When Xiao Yuan woke up, he saw Princess Yongning sitting on the bedside, his eyes reddened, and when he woke up, he twitched and asked: ”Emperor brother, how do you feel? Are you okay?”

Xiao Yuan reached out and touched her hair: ”I am fine, don't worry.”

Princess Yongning bowed her eyes and almost rolled back her tears.

”Ninger, do you promise me something good?” Xiao Yuan stood up and stood up.

”Yong Ning promised that as long as the emperor's brother is good, Yongning promises everything.” Princess Yongning looked up.

Xiao Yuan smiled and his eyes were warm and watery: ”No matter what happens afterwards, you must live, you can't find death, okay?”

Princess Yongning was puzzled, but she nodded seriously.

Xiao Yu'an still has a painful heart: ”How is the front line?”

”Return to the emperor.” There was a minister at the bedside and quickly reported, ”Xie General took over the position of General Li, and has been reorganizing.”

Xiao Yuan sighed softly, sitting on the bed, his shoulders collapsed, his lips were light, his eyes were scattered, he seemed to be thinking about it, and he was silent for a long time. He said: ”I want to... open the altar.”

The sacrifices of the North Kingdom require live sheep and live pigs. After the minister heard it, he quickly said: ”We will prepare for the minister.”

Xiao Yu'an said: ”No, no need to prepare anything, San Muxiang is good, I am not a sacrifice.”

The minister took a moment and prepared to go.

At dusk, Xiao Yuan went to the Temple of Heaven outside the Imperial City, regardless of physical discomfort.

In the meantime, the last time he came here, Luohe Qing was still beside him, and it was also the ninety-nine steps, and it was also like a **** faint crow.

After a few months, it was like a world.

Xiao Yu'an was on the top of the Temple of Heaven, the wind and the snow whistling, the cold and biting, Xiao Yu'an holding the three scent of incense, taking a deep breath, and bowing down.

This worship, then raise his eyes, trembling, tears like a spring, thin snow fell on Xiao Yu'an, but it seems to be able to crush him, hurricane, like the scorn of three thousand angry spirits, those sorrowful voices press Looking at his head, he questioned why he did not care about the Northland security, and he whispered, his voice whimpered and weak: ”I have really tried my best, sorry. Sorry...”

- Month, the frost is cold.

Xie Tao returned to the army and resisted for two months, and eventually lost.

Northland is no longer able to return to heaven.

Two days later, tens of thousands of iron riders, soldiers under the city.