Mountains and rivers are in her palm

When Liu Cuihua got out of the tent, she staggered and almost fell down.

Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be a dead head.

She just felt unlucky, kicked the head far away, and then left quickly.

That head rolled along the slope of the camp ground, all the way to the outside of the curtain, and rolled into the sun...

Xiao Pingfeng and Yan Wanqing fought from the tent to the training ground, from a high altitude to the ground, and finally she was exhausted due to her unhealed old injuries, and after holding hands with Xiao Pingfeng across the air, she vomited blood and drew down the curtain.

She is indeed not Xiao Pingfeng's opponent.

"Wanwan..." Xiao Pingfeng wanted to go forward, but she saw her stubbornly propped herself up on the ground and stood up.

She wanted to speak, but a bloody smell rushed up from her throat, Yan Wanqing had no choice but to bend down and spit out a big mouthful of blood.

The mouth was black with blood, and after spitting it out, the suffocation in his chest felt a little better.

Yan Wanqing wiped the blood from her lips with the back of her hand.

Surrounded by Dawei's soldiers, these people's jealous eyes all fell on him, as if he was such a heinous person.

They held weapons and stared at themselves vigilantly, for fear that she would hurt them.

Yan Wanqing's heart was desolate.

Today is not what it used to be, and she deserves such treatment.

"...Skills are not as good as people's. If you want to kill or cut, it's up to you." She looked up at Xiao Pingfeng.

His hair was only slightly messy, far less messy than his own.

"Gu won't kill you." Xiao Pingfeng said slowly: "You are the mother of the prince, so Gu won't kill you."

Yan Wanqing's eyes flickered.

The prince... the one in the palace is not her child.

Her child is far away in Qin State.

But this also shows Xiao Pingfeng's ambition to rule the world.

The state of Chu is the first step, and the state of Qin is the second step.

Yan Wanqing's voice was hoarse: "If you don't kill me...then let me go."

"Let you go to Chu Qi's side?" Xiao Pingfeng's black eyes were full of sarcasm: "The green hat on your head is not green enough?"

"The relationship between me and Chu Qi is pure and clean, since you don't believe it, it's meaningless to say so much." Yan Wanqing suppressed the bloody smell in her throat: "Either kill me, or let me go! "

"Dreaming!" Xiao Pingfeng sneered: "You were born a lonely person, and you will die as a lonely ghost, don't even think about leaving! Someone, take the empress down to rest!"

He raised his hand to order, and soldiers stepped forward.

"Don't touch me, I'll go by myself!"

Yan Wanqing stared at him firmly, then walked towards the tent.

She wants to stay with her uncle and Congge.

Xiao Pingfeng saw that her back was thin, very thin and pitiful, finally, unbearable flashed through her black eyes, and stubbornly chose to follow behind the crowd.

This direction is his camp, so he won't be ridiculed if he walks there.

Xiao Pingfeng laughed at himself.

For a woman, it is ridiculous that he is so cowardly.

He shook his head helplessly, and an exclamation suddenly came from the front of the crowd.

Xiao Pingfeng's eyelids twitched, and she stepped forward immediately.

Yanjing's head rolled to the outside of the tent, and a puddle of blood flowed out along the slope like a small stream, which was enough to show that the situation inside the tent was not good.

"Where's the queen?" Xiao Pingfeng grabbed a soldier and asked hurriedly.

The soldier pointed to the inside of the tent.

Xiao Pingfeng hugged the head on the ground, opened the curtain and walked in without saying a word.

What kind of picture is that?
He will probably never forget it in his life.

From Song's body covered in blood, to being in a pool of blood, his hands are hugging, his mouth is open, and the blood dripping from his teeth can be seen with the naked eye. At this moment, it has dried up and turned black, his eyes are wide open, and his face is full of ferociousness. It's hatred and stubbornness...

From the song died.

died in his tent.

Not far away, is a soldier who was stabbed in the abdomen and died.

Yan Wanqing knelt beside Congge's corpse, and stretched out her hand to touch it. The moment she touched the clothes, she felt as if she had been pricked by a needle, and she retracted it.

She opened her mouth, wanting to scream, but couldn't make a sound.

A pair of peach-blossom eyes are full of human misery, she is like a helpless child, at this moment, her fragile breath can blow her away.

From song...from song...

This is her childhood song... It's her playmates since she was a child, her sisters, and her family.

It's Congge who stands in front of him regardless of his own life!
why?
Yan Wanqing finally controlled her hands, she silently hugged him in her arms, just like hugging a child, she hugged Congge.

Lifting her right hand tremblingly, she covered Congge's eyes.

It's been as long as a century.

Yan Wanqing didn't cry.

She raised her head to look at Xiao Pingfeng.

Or to be more precise, he looked at his uncle's head covered in dirt in his arms.

Just one day.

She lost her uncle and her sister Congge since she was a child.

The words of fifth sister Hongzhao suddenly flashed in my mind.

She said Sister, I want to become stronger, and only after becoming stronger can I protect the people I want to protect.

Is it really?

Is she Yan Wanqing not strong enough?
No, she was not cruel enough.

Always leave room for doing things, think of others, be implicated by those ridiculous favors, live a new life, and I still can't get out of this damn love!
"I want to leave." She said these four words calmly, as if she had exhausted her whole life's strength, and in her pair of twinkling peach blossom eyes, there was an expression of Gujing Wubo.

At this moment, her state of mind suddenly entered her sixtieth birthday.

"Wanwan, I will definitely give you an explanation for this matter."

Xiao Pingfeng shook his head: "You can't leave, I won't allow you to leave." The person who finally reappeared, how could he be willing to let go!

Yan Wanqing moved away the right hand covering Congge's face.

At this moment, she has closed her eyes, and her expression has returned to peace from the original grimness. Even if she is dead, staying by Miss's side can make her feel at ease.

Yan Wanqing gently picked up Congge, put it on the chair next to her, and slowly turned around to walk towards Xiao Pingfeng.

She stretched out her cold and blood-stained hands, took her uncle from his arms, and then picked up the brocade box on the ground. She gently put the uncle's head in, then closed the lid, and placed it on the table.

"Please Your Majesty, find my uncle's body for me." She sat on the chair and looked at Xiao Pingfeng obediently.

Xiao Pingfeng breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that she had compromised.

So he nodded: "Don't worry, Gu will find it for you before night falls."

"Thank you." Yan Wanqing sat silently, although her eyes were opened, but Xiao Pingfeng noticed that the inside was gloomy.

He squeezed his fists, walked to his case and ordered people to search for it, and then began to deal with political affairs in front of her.

From morning to night, Yan Wanqing was as quiet as an air.

On the table in the center of the tent, there was a brocade box. She and a corpse were leaning on each other, with their eyes open, neither speaking nor moving, as if the catastrophe of the world was not in their eyes.

She acted as if she didn't hear or see anyone who called her.

The sunset is like blood.

The soldier brought two messages.

One is that Yanjing has been found.

The other is that Liu Cuihua, the real murderer who killed Congge, fled all the way to Chu State after killing dozens of soldiers.