Becoming the Empress: Golden Finger Set Under My Bed

She received the negotiating letter in her arms, and she was still worried about Nan Qi, but someone had already lifted the curtain outside and walked in. The bearded man was walking in front.

When Mao Qiu met this group of people, he was so frightened that he blew up Mao and jumped into the inner account within a few steps.

"Your young lady say goodbye to the general!"

He grinned a little, An Rushuang lowered his head slightly, and thought they were An Rushuang shy in their eyes, but never saw her, her frown frowned tightly.

She must find out about it.

An Rushuang clenched her fist slowly, and the negotiating letter was placed in her heart, as if it were about to catch fire, hot and burning her heart.

Du Yong looked at the two of them, and couldn't help sighing deeply-in his heart, this female ghost is good, and she has done a lot for the general, but no matter how, a female ghost cannot become real Lady General.

If the general really has affection for her, then this time, it should also let this undesired affection break.

He glanced deeply at An Rushuang, and could not tell whether it was compassion or sympathy.

The crowd had already settled this matter yesterday. At this time, I would like to say, but it ’s the first attack or the first place to burn the grass and grass, before finally deciding—the army stays ten miles away, the scouts are accompanying, and when the fire is in sight, Attack.

In this way, An Rushuang got on the horse and was ready to leave here. The young man led the way, because it was easy to hide in the dark, and they were both riding dark horses.

She was about to get on the horse, but Meng Li grabbed her hand, and immediately hugged her and hugged her gently.

Everyone looked at this scene solemnly, but their hearts were heavy.

Suffice it to say, she will never come back.

An Rushuang looked down at Meng Li, her lips cocked and said softly, "Yun Ran, you are a good general, but ..."

But not necessarily a good emperor.

She didn't say anything, if it had nothing to do with Nan Qi, it would have nothing to do with her.

Meng Li also smiled: "I'm waiting for you to come back."

His silver-colored mask glowed coldly under the moonlight and looked chill, which was quite inconsistent with the tender face.

An Rushuang had wanted to try it out, so if she could stop coming here every night, but never thought of the result this time, it would make her even more miserable.

The desert wind rose, and the clouds covered Haoyue's brilliance, leaving only a black one.

An Rushuang slowly embarked on the journey to the barbarity in such a heavy night, and the horse went all out without knowing how long it took before the soldier in front screamed, "Madam, the enemy camp is ahead!"

It was three or four miles away from the two, and it looked like there were a group of tents, including a slight bonfire, but it was so far away that she couldn't see anything. I thought the teenager was afraid of revealing her identity. He nodded.

"Okay, you're here, I've been there since."

With that said, she ran a horse's belly between her legs and the horse ran forward!

The teenager standing behind her slowly raised her head. He had a very ordinary face, so ordinary that it was so forgettable, but a pair of eyes seemed to be shining—the cold light of the sword.

These eyes were indifferent, as if nothing could be seen in his eyes.

He took a long bow behind his back and looked at the girl's back, slowly, pulling the bow to full strings, and instantly a long sword broke the wind!

The sudden pain from the back caused An Rushuang to frown. She looked down and a sharp sword pierced her chest. Her vitality flowed along the blood a little bit, and finally, she was slowly thirsty in the desert. Absorbed.

It looked like a tiny blood flower blooming in the mighty desert.

She wanted to turn back, but suddenly fell off the horse, slumped to the ground weakly, feeling the blood slowly flowing, her body chilling little by little-this feeling is strange.

Since she became a person, she has never experienced the feeling of wandering on the edge of life and death. It is really uncomfortable.

Her pale lips curled slightly, and her ears heard the slow footsteps from the desert land.

There was also the annoyed hoof sound from the horse beside her, but she had never seen the black horse, but the horse was faithfully tight.

"Ahem ... no, no sugar for you."

Because Bai Shuang loves sugar, Meng Li always puts a few pieces of sugar in her account. An Rushuang didn't know. Then she thought of this ...

The man was not in a hurry because he had confidence in his archery, which went straight into his heart.

A little woman can't escape it.

After a while, he slowly stood in front of An Rushuang: "You have blood and don't look like a ghost."

An Rushuang smiled pale, but when she laughed, she involved an arrow injury on her chest, which made her cough, and her blood was getting more and more, under the corner of her lips.

"Who ... made you kill me?"

She gasped, her voice getting quieter.

The man lowered his head slightly before hearing Qing'an Rushuang's voice, and then said, "Are you really a ghost? And this horse, is it a ghost?"

He was full of curiosity, if not for this size, An Rushuang would almost think he was a curious child.

But obviously he wasn't—the 'child' just shot an arrow through her heart just now.

No such vicious child.

"What ... horse?"

An Rushuang turned her head to look at the dark horse carrying her. The black horse was screaming loudly, and kept touching An Rushuang with her mouth, as if it would make her stand up.

With its relentless movement, An Rushuang frowned—her exposed arm was dyed black by the horse's hair.

"White ... frost?"

An Rushuang looked at it, slowly widening his eyes, and among the bright eyes, he could not explain the despair.

This horse is hoarfrost, but it is a camouflage that has been disguised and dyed in color. This man is thinking to put her to death-foolproof.

But who would be aware of the connection between her and Bai Shuang?

Who can it be?

An Rushuang closed her eyes, a tear slowly leaked from her eyes, and then she opened her eyes and looked at the person in front of her.

His cold stare, like Han Yue's, gave him a slight glance, and his subconsciousness receded, but soon he realized that the woman was about to die.

He frowned.

"Can you let it go?"

An Rushuang watched as she tried to drag her to the hoarfrost on her back, and a mood called sadness passed by.

The man looked at the horse, then shook his head resolutely: "One person, one horse."

Although he wasn't sure whether the woman was a person or not, that was what the employer designated.

An Rushuang laughed again, a spit of blood poured from her lips, her eyelids were sinking, knowing that she might not have time.

"Since ... so. Tell me who wants to kill me ..."

She gasped heavily: "Let me, understand me dead."

"it is good."

The man nodded and Shen said: "He told me to tell you ..."