Chapter 687 (2/2)
Odeng gerile was splashed with blood all over. When the first warm heat was sprinkled on her face, she screamed and panicked. Rebel faces climbed from her feet, then fell down, and changed faces to meet the difficulties.
When the first warm and cold on her face came down, she was already covered with blood. She didn't even scream anymore. She was gradually used to those people who were under her climbing and falling.
Over and over again, like a nightmare, she will never wake up from it.
And her husband, noble as a banished immortal from the dust, stood far below the city and didn't even look at her
Did he believe in the foul language of early summer and think he was not clean?
Odengerile only felt that her eyes were hot and something was about to burst into tears. She desperately clenched her lips and she couldn't cry!
She is no longer the little princess held in the palm of the Mongolian father Khan. She is Xiao Yanjun's wife. She is a very noble crown princess. How can she cry
At the foot of the Imperial City, a mountain of corpses had been piled up in a moment. In addition to the ladder, the rebels even began to trample on the corpses and climb up from every corner with the ladder.
Xiao mubai's breathing became heavier and heavier, and the serious shortage of city guards was fully reflected at this moment.
Some rebels have turned over from the city wall and rushed towards the city gate. As a result, they were stunned to see the city gate blocked by stone pestles. How can he open the door?
But they were only stunned at the last moment of their life, and were ended by dark guards falling from the sky.
Xiao mubai finally gave the last instruction, and even the hidden guards around them all went out. There was really no room for them.
With the participation of the dark guard, the soldiers of the city garrison eased slightly and were able to breathe.
However, after gasping for a moment, more than 1000 killers of lingmen came with the addition of dark Wei.
Imperial concubine Li didn't appear in the tower today. She stayed outside the city for many days and was tired of skewing the tent. Yesterday, she finally returned to Shi's house and went to her boudoir before she left the cabinet for a night.
At this time, she was greedy for the past time, leaning against the window and enjoying the scenery outside leisurely.
From time to time, the sound of swords came out of the window. A masked man soared in the air with a long sword, and the tip of the sword reached a osmanthus tree. The blade of the sword was slowly arched upward because of the strength he pushed. However, the man suddenly retracted the sword and turned around, causing falling snow and horizontal branches to tremble.
Princess Li bent her lips and smiled. Her eyes moved to the table in the room. There was a handkerchief she had not embroidered. The embroidered face on the handkerchief was in the garden in the shade. A handsome man danced sword flowers one after another
In the boudoir room, there was a faint sweet scented osmanthus fragrance. Pear soup was warmed on the small table. Two pieces of wine fermented pear cakes were roasted on the charcoal stove. Lian Yan flipped the pear cakes from time to time, with bursts of cake aroma.
The masked man didn't know when to enter the house. Although concubine Li didn't lift her eyes, she noticed a trace of air flow in the house. She gently picked her hand in the direction of Lian Yan.
Lian Yan took a bowl of pear soup and took it. The man took a sip and put it back on the table and went to Princess Li.
Princess Li raised her eyes and looked at him with a smile: ”how many years ago did this scene happen?”
The man's hand that wanted to stretch out was frozen in the air and hung down slowly. It just deeply coagulated her beautiful face and sighed in a warm voice: ”it's almost twenty years.”
Princess Li walked slowly to the table, and her fingertips swam along the outline of the man on the handkerchief.
She suddenly opened her mouth and said in a soft voice, ”it's almost twenty years...”