Rebirth of Qing Xin Fu Yan

The cold wind hits the iron blade, and the violent sand rolls the golden armor. The biting westerly wind whizzed, sweeping across the endless yellow sand, the violent wind could not conceal the breathing like a trapped beast, nor could it blow off the strong smell of blood.

A blood-stained hand was holding a stem of red cherry blossoms obliquely tightly, and the bright red blood slid down the handle, flowing through the mottled dark red clot, sinking into the dust from the tip, sticky and desperate.

The body in the armor still looks a little thin, and the pretty back is tight at this moment, but it seems that it will break in the next moment.

Behind her, hundreds of young faces covered in blood, facing the besieged enemy forces in front of her, there is no fear, and some are just tragic and vigorous.

The uniform cold blades in front of them were facing them, refracting the noon sun on Fu Yanqing's face, without dispelling the slightest chill. Her voice was a little hoarse, and she whispered: "I can't help you. Today, I'm afraid I can't take you out."

A low sentence seemed to be an understatement, but the originally cold-hearted soldiers behind them all blushed.

A young man in a black martial arts uniform drew out his sword with a loud voice, and said in a dumb voice: "The princess, you have never failed us. Today, you can't take us out, but we swear to send the princess away! "

Having said that, he hissed and shouted: "All the soldiers listen to the order! Line up!"

As soon as the voice fell, hundreds of people lined up quickly, and the man jumped on the enemy and rushed over: "Death to protect the princess to break through!"

The long sword in his hand brought a cold light, slashing forward and expelling Guhun soldiers.

In an instant, the encirclement quickly shrank, and the sharp □□ had already pierced toward the scarred army.

However, during a few breaths of life and death, ordinary soldiers who did not perform well at all rushed towards the sharp blade without any gaps, and the spears passed through, bursting with thick blood. Before the Qi died, they madly sent their weapons into the opponent's body.

In a blink of an eye, layers of corpses were piled up in front of the formation, and the soldiers who had been penetrated stood straight until they died. The rest of the people stepped on the corpse of their companions, broke through the formation, and went straight to the opponent's cavalry.

This almost crazy style of play made the Tuyuhun people who have always been brave and good at fighting stunned, and they couldn't help trembling in their hands.

Fu Yanqing couldn't stop it, and couldn't stop it, she gave a clear whistle, with endless pain and regret, like a dragon entering the sea, strangling everything in front of her.

She seemed to see nothing in her eyes, but in the midst of the heavy siege, she suddenly turned her gaze on the general Tuyuhun sitting on the horse—Muliyan, and immediately killed him...

Until the sunset, the setting sun swayed from the west to hang in the sky, and the yellow sand in the distance was stained red, like the sky of blood splashing on it, desolate and majestic.

Fu Yanqing looked at the already invisible battlefield from a distance. She couldn't hold her hands anymore, and knelt down heavily. The five people behind her barely could see the original appearance, and they all knelt down without saying a word.

Beside them, an army led by a woman in light armor looked at them with solemnity without saying a word. As soldiers, they can understand the pain more than anyone.

I don't know how long it took, Fu Yanqing reluctantly stood up, her face covered by blood and dust was no longer a trace of emotion. A pair of Tongruo Liuli's eyes also lost their brilliance at this moment, her throat moved, and then she whispered: "Thank you for your help. Yan Qing has clumsy eyes. I don't know who your Excellency is?"

The headed woman clasped her fist and replied: "The princess is polite, I am the leader of the Zuowei army of the Yizhou garrison, and I came to rescue the princess by the order of Emperor Huai'an. The princess, nowadays, the Tuyuhun people are in hot pursuit, and the court …The army is also besieging, I hope the princess will leave soon!"

Fu Yanqing's eyes flickered, Mr. Huai'an? The Nine His Royal Highness, who had never said a word, was cold and indifferent all over his mind could not help but surfaced in his mind. Fu Yanqing was slightly out of mind for a moment, but Fu Yanqing smiled faintly: "Yanqing thank you Huai'an Jun for his righteousness, but the Southwest Palace was overthrown, and the lives of 180,000 soldiers were ruined. Fu Yanqing can hardly escape the blame. I still have something to do, forgive me. Inherit your highness' good intentions."

Seeing the woman's frowning eyebrows, Fu Yanqing drew a knife and cut off the sleeves of her robe, and the man in black immediately leaned over and knelt. She spread the white cloth, scratched her finger, and painted on the two-foot-long white cloth with blood.

Finally, she received the white cloth, handed it to the woman, and whispered: "Bring it to your master, she will need it. This is the first gift I gave her, and what I have to do is to give her the second gift. A gift, I hope she won't let me down."

The woman took the white cloth full of blood and looked at her eyes widened again and again. This is the anti-plan of Jianmen Shudao!

Just when she was stunned, Fu Yanqing took the remaining five people, with one wound, and left in the night towards the east. A lonely word was left from afar: "Tell you Your Highness, sometimes the dead are more valuable than the living."

The soldiers under her wanted to stop them, but she raised their hands to stop them. After a long time, she whispered: "We'll see them off again."

"But the leader, your Royal Highness has ordered that people must be brought back safely..."

The woman shook her head and sighed Shen Shen: "She already has the will to die, maybe this is the best for her to your Highness."

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In October of the second year of Qianhe, the emperor issued an decree that the Southwest Palace had collaborated with the enemy to treason, colluded with Tuyuhun, and the sin was unpardonable. The little prince Fu Yanxu gave him death, and the Yi tribe!

In November of the same year, the county lord of Changning, who claimed to have broken the law, appeared in the capital, broke the heavy siege, was baptized with three hundred scourges, passed five feet of mysterious iron nails, and rang the royal dragon bell of the founding of the Great Xia Dynasty. Before Wanmin, he filed grievances for the Southwest Palace. Every word, every word, the heart is crying blood, and those who hear it are indignant.

Upon hearing the news, the female emperor went out of the palace, and the Lord Changning knelt to greet her and squatted herself in front of the imperial driver. Before his death, he cried out sadly: "180,000 southwestern troops died in the hands of your majesty, and tens of thousands of people in the west are tired of your majesty's heart. Your majesty, how can you bear with your heart!"

The people of Daxia, who received the favor of the Southwest Palace, had a lot of discussions for a while, and the people's hearts were in turmoil. Not long after the rumors re-emerged, the death of the first emperor was not the death of an illness, but the victim of the current rebellion of his majesty. At this point, the waves have resurfaced. To quell the rumors, officials from all over the country ordered the arrest of arrogant people. Those who talked about the Southwest Palace were all imprisoned, and there were countless innocent people who died in vain.

In December, the guards commanded Meng Weiting to lead the uprising, and several prefectures and counties responded, supporting the Nine His Royal Highness Huai'an as the master, punishing the monarch, and excluding the ministers!

In January of the following year, Emperor Qian abdicated, the Nine His Royal Highness Huai'an Jun rejected the throne, made the first emperor's eldest grandson Zhao Xun, sent troops to Tuyuhun, and changed his reign to Ningtai.

In February of the second year of Ningtai, Emperor Huai'an was only twenty-four years old. The emperor was very sad. He was named Nanxian King and was buried in the imperial tomb.