Agent Evil Concubine

Chapter 481
"Beautiful scenery on a good day?" Under your siege, our country is in jeopardy. Where does the beautiful scenery on a good day come from? It's a dangerous scene on a bad day!

Tears flowed down their stomachs, blood dripped into their hearts, and the army of the Three Kingdoms, who had lost even their wry smiles, all glared at Shangguan Ningyue angrily, and lowered their decadent heads in a "shua, shua, shua" manner.

"Your silence, isn't it because you have no fun at all? If you don't even have a trace of fun in your life, how hard is it to live?"

For the silent reaction of the Three Kingdoms Army, Shangguan Ningyue, who was completely expected, said with a deep smile in her jade eyes: "Then let me play a song, which will fill your hearts with joy and feel the sweetness of life." Do you like it?"

After finishing speaking, Slender Onion pointed to Shangguan Ningyue, who was shining with colorful lights, and hooked the long and thin strings of the blood pipa into a slightly curved arc...

Like blood-stained strings trembling, the pipa sound flew out from Shangguan Ningyue's fingertips, pierced through the slowly returning evening wind, and floated into the ears of the soldiers of Beiyi, Xichen, and Cangyue.

Isn't it just a piece of music that will fill their hearts with joy and feel the sweet taste of life?
Since it is necessary to add joy to their hearts, the tune should be joyful, right?

However, what they are hearing now is a song... as if their hearts are not bitter enough, is it a desolate tune that wants to make them more miserable?
The soldiers of the Three Kingdoms, who didn't want to listen to Shangguan Ningyue's caress, heard this desolate tune that made their hearts even more bitter, and their eyes once again glared at Shangguan Ningyue angrily.

Ignoring the soldiers of the Three Kingdoms, the projected angry eyes, Shangguan Ningyue, who was running colorful spiritual power, slowly sent a song full of resentment, admiration, and weeping to the ears of the soldiers of the Three Kingdoms.

"Add a few more clothes, eat a few more bites of food, if you don't go out, the millet porridge made by your mother."

"Look at your face for a while, touch your hands for a while, and put the words of instruction into my son's pocket."

"Now it's time to leave home, and then I understand Erxing, and Qianli Niang is worried."

"It's a journey of thousands of miles. I haven't taken a single step, but I see tears in my mother's eyes, my mother's eyes, my mother's eyes..."

"There are no flamboyant rhetoric, just simple words, plain and simple words, but a sentence is worth a thousand words."

"The softest part of the heart was touched, and the anger in the eyes of the soldiers of the Three Kingdoms faded away, replaced by a wisp of watery mist."

"Clean and shine shoes for my son, sew buttons for my son again, hold my son's heart when he travels thousands of miles, mother's heart."

"Before I was busy for a while, after I was busy for a while, I stuffed the things I remembered into my son's pocket for a while."

"Now it's time to leave home, and then I understand Erxing, and Qianli Niang is worried."

"It's a journey of thousands of miles. I haven't taken a single step, but I see tears in my mother's eyes, my mother's eyes, my mother's eyes..."

"Say a kind of parting in a low voice like weeping and complaining, release a kind of longing like resentment and admiration, the tone is so quiet, the love is so pure, and the love is so true."

"In my mind, the memory that has been deeply buried all the time surges up like a tide in an instant."

"Not only the soldiers of Beiyi, Xichen, and Cangyue Three Kingdoms have sore noses and moist eyes, even the elite soldiers of Long Yao."

"Now it's time to leave home, and then I understand Erxing, and Qianli Niang is worried."

"It's a journey of thousands of miles. I haven't taken a single step, but I see tears in my mother's eyes, my mother's eyes, my mother's eyes..."

"There is no hustle and bustle in the world of mortals, no bloody slaughter on the battlefield, and there are only white-haired women in the distance, sad and bitter thoughts about their relatives and children."

The singing sounds like complaints and admiration, and the tunes like weeping and complaining flow.

The soldiers of Beiyi, Xichen, and Cangyue Three Kingdoms bit their bloodshot lips with their teeth, and pressed their hands to cover a painful heart.

Over the years, the Longyao Dynasty has always been that the enemy does not attack us, and we do not attack the enemy. It can avoid wars provoked maliciously by other countries as much as possible.

Therefore, Longyao's elite soldiers, who have never had the intention of invading other countries and are determined to defend the country, can still go home to visit their relatives every three months.

However, the soldiers on the North Wing and Cangyue, because of the ambition of the emperor and the crown prince to attack other countries, were busy day and night to intensify their drills, and they could only get a chance to go home and visit their relatives once every two or three years.

As for Xichen's soldiers, because of the ruthless Xichen Emperor Situ Jie, not only did he train them strictly day and night, he also launched wars against other countries from time to time.

Some of them haven't been back home for four or five years, and some haven't even been back home for seven or eight years.

Unable to go home to visit relatives, we can only bury the deep thoughts of relatives in the bottom of my heart, so as to avoid the torment of crying till dawn.

But now, from between Shangguan Ningyue's cherry lips, the sound of resentment and admiration is pouring out, and the onion fingers wandering on the thin strings of the bloody pipa are slowly brushing out a tune like weeping and complaining.

However, the soldiers from Beiyi, Xichen, and Cangyue Three Kingdoms, the memories of leaving home and returning to the barracks in the past, and the longings buried deep in their hearts, burst out uncontrollably.

"Clean and shine shoes for my son, sew buttons for my son again, hold my son's heart when he travels thousands of miles, mother's heart."

"Before I was busy for a while, after I was busy for a while, I stuffed the things I remembered into my son's pocket for a while."

"Now it's time to leave home, and then I understand Erxing, and Qianli Niang is worried."

"It's a journey of thousands of miles. I haven't taken a single step, but I see tears in my mother's eyes, my mother's eyes, my mother's eyes..."

A Cangyue soldier with his head bowed, his cocoon-covered right hand stuck into his bosom.

The moment Cang Yue soldiers held a faded peace talisman in their trembling hands, two lines of tears from Cang Yue soldiers flowed like a brook.

This was two years ago, the day before his vacation to visit relatives was over, and he had to return to the military camp. The blind white-haired old lady took advantage of the daylight and before he got up...

Leaning on a crutch, he stumbled step by step and climbed up to a temple on the top of a mountain with a bust of incense. He asked the old abbot for a safety talisman, a safety talisman for him to seek good luck and escape evil.

A North Wing soldier with a drooping head and tear-stained face also stuck his cocoon-covered right hand into his bosom.

The North Wing soldier with a choked throat took out a rough wooden box from his pocket, and opened the rough wooden box with trembling hands.

In the wooden box, there are six pieces of hair cakes.

This is three years ago, on the day when the soldiers on the North Wing left home and returned to the barracks, the white-haired old lady of the soldiers on the North Wing made the most favorite hair cake for the soldiers on the North Wing while she was crying.

Six pieces of hair cake, the soldiers on the northern wing were not willing to eat one piece.

For three years, the original white and flawless pastry has turned into a black hair cake with mildew spots, but the soldiers on the northern wing have never thrown away the hair cake.

(End of this chapter)