The widow is a curse

Chapter 368 Too Late!

The army retreated slowly.

The sounds of people and horses in the Xujiawa basin valley gradually subsided, and the only thing left was the sound of the strong wind pouring into the ears.

The twinkling lights of the stars reflected the dead bodies and wolves on the ground.

Hearing the approaching footsteps, Princess Luoxia raised her face from the corpse of her father Shannan King.

Seeing the figure in front of her clearly, she couldn't help but freeze in place.

"Oulangyin?!"

Looking down at her blood-stained face, Ou Langyin took a soft breath.

"The emperor spares your life, you... let's go!"

After saying that, he turned around and got on the back of the horse he was leading.

"and many more!"

Princess Luoxia stood up abruptly.

"If I don't leave, will you...will never enter my door?!"

Ou Langyin didn't urge the horse, but he didn't look back either.

After a while, he said quietly.

"It's too late to ask this now!"

After being stunned for a moment, he tightened his grip on the horse's belly and rode in the direction of the army.

Princess Luoxia fell to the ground helplessly.

After a while, she grabbed her father's sword and slowly moved it to her neck.

Watching his pale blue figure drift away and disappear into the dark night.

She closed her eyes and pulled the long sword in her hand.

As the sword light flashed, hot blood sprayed out.

There seemed to be tears glistening on her pretty face.

It's just that the night is too dark to see clearly.

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The battle that night became Dayan's legend.

Bei Gonghan swept down from the mountain like a silver phoenix from the nine heavens, and the ten thousand army directly took the life of Bei Gongjin, the thief against the sky.

With an absolutely gorgeous scene, it is imprinted in everyone's heart.

Many years later, when people talk about the scene of that battle, they still have respect for God.

No one doubts anymore that Bei Gonghan is the reincarnation of Nine Heavens Silver Phoenix.

No one doubted that she deserved this world as a matter of course.

Everywhere in Dayan, even the herdsmen in Mobei and Heihe set up altars of different sizes and sacrificial ceremonies.

People not only prayed for God's blessing, but also collectively prayed to the sky for their empress.

In a small courtyard in Shannan County, the sound of festive firecrackers was heard outside.

The concubine Jin, who had turned gray all night, felt a fishy sweetness in her throat, she spat out a mouthful of blood, and fell heavily on the ground.

More than ten years of scheming, in the end, is nothing but nothing.

(End of this chapter)