After forcibly taking the blood of the sick and delicate prince to renew his life

Zuo Qingkuang rode on the horse, watching His Majesty Da Zhou slaughtering his soldiers like crazy, he was a little confused about the situation for a while.

He was ordered to come to support Yuezhi, but he hadn't been able to go online with Da Zhou, but he started to fight by himself.

But, he has been here for so long, where is His Royal Highness the Crown Prince of Yueshi?
Yue Huan will never be able to put on that wedding dress?

Jiang Qi's obscure phoenix eyes were so painful that he was about to bleed, so he was clearly in the imperial capital, which was just a short distance away, and he was almost able to enter the imperial capital to find Yan Qi.

Was it all calculated by him?
"Your Majesty, the empress of the Great Zhou Dynasty can never be that sick child of Yue Huan! If you want to marry her as your queen, Tongguan is my congratulatory gift to Your Majesty."

Zhaohe frowned and endured the severe pain, but his words were not soft at all, and every sentence stabbed Jiang Qi's lung tube.

"The river of blood and the corpses piled up like a mountain are red and bright, which can cheer up His Majesty. Yue Huan must like it too, right?"

"--hahahahahahahaha!"

Zhaohe looked at Jiang Qi's dark face, and laughed wildly, "Now, Zhaohe broke the cage for His Majesty with his own hands, Yue Jue is dead, and Yueshi and His Majesty are inseparable!"

"You can't go back, Your Majesty!"

By now, Showa knew he couldn't survive.

He just wants to ruthlessly break the shackles on Jiang Qi's heart, and deliver the sword to Jiang Qi with his own hands, and there is no turning back!

"Showa can die, but Yuezhi must also die!"

The sword in Jiang Qi's hand didn't stop, and the wounds on Zhaohe's body were deep enough to show his bones. He drew out the sword mechanically, and every word of Zhaohe hit his heart fiercely.

Yue Jue is dead.

Only now did he realize that Yan Qi might really hate him.

It doesn't seem to matter whether the Tongguan Incident was his order or not.

He and Yueshi really couldn't turn back.

A huge panic swept over him, tearing at every inch of his nerves, like skin cramping.

He couldn't forget Yan Qi's appearance at the moment when he fainted, so sad and desperate.

Suddenly, the sword in his hand stopped.

Jiang Qi glanced disgustedly at the warriors of Dazhou who were full of fighting spirit, and then set his eyes on Zhaohe, who was riddled with holes and scars, "Showa, since you like fighting so much, I will help you."

"Did you see the Northern Qi army stalking over there? Kill them all!"

Jiang Qi's cold eyes fell on every soldier, "I have underestimated your loyalty, since you are so eager to expand the territory for the Great Zhou, go, how about taking Showa and destroying the Northern Qi for me?"

His voice was low and cold, and what he said was as casual as if on a whim.

The soldiers looked at the dilapidated Showa, how did such a person get on the battlefield and win the battle?

Jiang Qi grabbed Zhaohe's hair and pulled him up from the ground. Under this tugging, blood flowed from the sword wound he gave Zhaohe instantly, and flowed into the ground below his broken body. .

Jiang Qi's phoenix eyes deepened a little, "This blood-stained land is really beautiful, Showa, how about you sprinkle the whole Tongguan with your blood?"

"Go."

After Jiang Qi finished speaking, he threw Zhaohe to the nearest soldier, "Give him a sword, as long as Zhaohe is alive, he must fight the enemy!"

His Majesty is mad.

This is the thought that pops up deep in everyone's heart.

How can Showa, who has been punished by Ling Chi, go to battle to kill the enemy?
Showa slammed into the solid armor of the soldier, and his whole body was in severe pain like shattering. His face was distorted uncontrollably, and he managed to stand firm with the strength of the soldier, and looked at Jiang Qi burningly.

"His Majesty……"

"It's a great move."

He tremblingly picked up a sword, trying to support his body, but as if he overestimated himself, he suddenly fell to the ground like shit, his mouth was full of sticky mud stained with blood.

He struggled for a while, and the pain in his body made him think that he was being mutilated.

Showa understands that this is the ending Jiang Qi chose for him.

Since he is warlike, let him die under the iron cavalry, with his body divided by five horses and his bones shattered like mud.

Jiang Qi didn't even give a single glance to Showa on the ground, and the terrifying coldness overflowed from him continuously, looking at the soldiers who stood still and stared at Showa with eyes full of compassion.

"Why, do you want to resist the decree?"

As soon as the icy cold voice fell, the stiff soldiers seemed to be shrouded in death, and instantly regained consciousness, picked up the Showa on the ground, and rushed to the Northern Qi army who was watching not far away.

"--kill!"

The sound of shouting and killing resounded over Tongguan.

Standing in place, Jiang Qi glanced at the appearance of the rest of the Yue clan's troops holding spears and fighting against the Great Zhou together with Bei Qi, and the coldness in his eyes grew even stronger.

The Great Zhou and the Yuezhi were inseparable, and the Northern Qi and the Yuezhi could never stand on the united front.

The matter between him and Yan Qi has nothing to do with Wen Mo.

Since he intervened frequently and even did not hesitate to mobilize the army, he should kill them all.

In the chaotic battlefield, the warm blood was thrown from the knife, soaking the land over and over again.

Jiang Qi just felt cold.

He watched Zhao He's body being trampled into the blood-soaked soil with a cold eye, not half pleased.

Qiqi, the culprit of this farce is dead.

Why is my heart still so frightened and disturbed?

Zuo Qingkuang looked at the menacing generals of the Zhou Dynasty, and finally glanced at the sullen and lonely emperor standing outside the crowd, followed the order of the second prince and went into battle to meet the enemy.

But when he raised his head again, the emperor had disappeared. He suddenly looked towards the direction of Yuezhi, where the sound of horseshoes sounded, causing waves of dust to rise!
...

"Brother Emperor!"

With a shrill sound, Yan Qi suddenly opened his eyes, and the deep darkness in front of him seemed to be in a bottomless abyss.

She couldn't find the slightest support.

"Master, are you awake?"

Feng Zhi's plain voice sounded from one side, Yan Xi's eyes were wide open, and his chest heaved violently.

The little face turned pale inch by inch.

Just when Feng Zhi thought Yue Huan would not answer him, Yan Qi's hoarse and rough voice sounded, "Feng Zhi, is it dark? Are we... are we on our way to Tongguan?"

"...I had a terrible dream, you know how to do light work, right? Take me...how about we use light work to go on our way?"

"I want to find Brother Huang earlier, he must be waiting for me."

Feng Zhi frowned and looked at Yue Huan, "Master, we..."

As soon as Feng Zhi spoke, she was interrupted eagerly by Yan Qi, her voice was startled and frightened.

"Did the reinforcements from Futao and Pingjin arrive at Tongguan? Send someone to urge them, and you must bring a lot of doctors. There must be a lot of wounded soldiers on the battlefield, and they all need treatment."

"Hurry up! Must be faster! Otherwise... otherwise..."

After a while, sobs sounded.

"Master." Feng Zhi's voice was hoarse for a moment, as if it was blocked by something.

Yan Xi's face was ashen, and tears dripped from her fingers.

"Brother Huang, where are you...?"