The prostitute is fierce: the vicious queen does not accept joy

The army on the east route was suppressed, and soon there was news that the army on the central route was trapped and faced with the dilemma of running out of ammunition and food. Da Zhou had already lost two armies, and the army led by the crown prince and Su Yueming became a lone army.

Su Yueming climbed to the highest position of Longmen Pass, looking ahead, the red battle robe on her body fluttered in the wind, rustling, and she had a heroic bearing, something that women do not give in to.

Looking up, dark clouds are pressing down on Longmen Pass.

In the distance, Daqin's battle flag could be vaguely seen. On the flag was written the name of the Great King of the Northern Courtyard. That strength seemed to carry his flavor and arrogance, and slowly spread.

His black unicorn robe captivated her eyes and made her lose her mind for a moment.

His methods are so ruthless, without leaving any room, it seems that he has already regarded this last line of troops as something to find out.

……

on the battlefield.

The prince was dressed in a dark robe, standing on top of a tall maroon horse, his pair of beautiful eyes narrowed slightly to look at the long dragon that was gradually clearing up in front of him.

Su Yueming was sitting on the chariot, looking at the increasingly clear and domineering figure with calm eyes, she suddenly stood up and stood side by side with the prince.

The crown prince turned his head, "Yue'er."

A smile appeared on Su Yueming's face. To the prince, this smile was like the warm sun in winter and the breeze in summer, making his heart stronger and fearless.

Su Yueming raised his hand, held his fist, and said, "Your Highness, Su Yueming will advance and retreat with you, live and die together."

The prince also smiled. In the wind, he stood tall and tall, with his sleeves fluttering. He gazed into Su Yueming's eyes affectionately, and said, "It doesn't matter if you are an ally, with Yue'er's words, I, Xuanyuan Qihuang, have no regrets in this life." !"

Murong Canghai had already arrived at the pre-battle position, his deep and cold eyes fell on those two pairs of intertwined hands, and the hand holding the rein couldn't help trembling slightly——

Su Yueming was so nervous about him, but he had never seen her worrying about him, Murong Canghai.

Everything that happened in Xiangyang Village flashed in her mind. It seemed that everything happened yesterday, but now, the two are enemies of life and death. From the beginning to the end, she chose to stand by Xuanyuan Qihuang's side. On one side, the side that became hostile to him.

Thinking of this, his eyes raised slightly, and the corners of his lips were sarcasm, and he said, "Prince Zhou likes to bring a woman with him when he fights? Is it to protect you from the sword, or is he ready to buy the king with her beauty at any time?" .”

"King of the North Courtyard!" Hearing his provocative words, the crown prince said coldly, "I don't allow you to insult me, Princess Da Zhou."

"This king insulted her, what can Crown Prince Zhou do to me?" Murong Canghai was arrogant, but his eyes never left Su Yueming.

How could she treat him so calmly!Is it because she trusts Prince Zhou, or because to her, Murong Canghai is nothing at all, and she doesn't need to treat him differently?

The prince's face was sombre, the banner was raised high, and then it came down, giving an order——

"kill!"

"Come on..."

"Kill..."

The soldiers were ordered to take up their weapons and charge forward. The two armies confronted each other, and the sound of fighting and howling rang out.

Sword light and sword shadow, flesh and blood flying everywhere.

Gradually, corpses fell one by one, the yellow ground under their feet was stained red with blood, and a strong smell of blood wafted in the air.

The blood splashed onto Su Yueming's battle robe, making his red suit even more dazzling and eye-catching.