Adore Trick of Beauty

Xia Lan couldn't help but sob: "Mother, why are you suffering? This is hurting yourself and the child in your belly..."

Nie Wushuang looked at her and was silent for a long time before saying calmly: "Some things have to be done. It's not just for yourself." She wiped Xia Lan's tears and said slowly: "Stop crying, I'm not doing this well." Of?"

Xia Lan looked at her and cried louder and louder: "I have said that if I can't cry out my pain, I will let my slaves cry for me..."

Nie Wushuang's heart warmed slightly as he watched her cry in front of him. The desolate cry spread far, far away in the dusk, and the palace bells sounded from far away. The melodious bells announced the end of another day, and the last ray of the setting sun slowly shone on the golden roof of the palace. Disappear, go away...finish...

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On Pojun Ridge, a majestic pass stands tall. A steep mountain ridge separated the two armies at war. The sun gradually set in the west, and the clouds filled the sky, like a bright red color spreading across the sky. In the wind, the soldiers burned firewood and buried pots to make rice. Thousands of puffs of green smoke rose up, and only this moment on both sides of the mountain pass seemed exceptionally quiet.

Someone suddenly sang a song from his hometown. Gradually, the singing was joined by more and more people. The low and sad song floated across Xiongguan and headed towards Xiao Fengming's army in front of the ridge.

In the imperial tent, Xiao Fengming was frowning at the military map of Pojunling. This is the most detailed map of Pojunling, but it is also the most difficult map for him to break, because every level of Pojunling is designed by him personally, and every aspect is considered. He would try to block Feng by any means that could break the barrier.

Unexpectedly, the pass that was originally intended to prevent the Qiang Qin from attacking, has now become a real problem for him.

He was thinking hard. Suddenly, he heard the voices of several generals outside the tent. Their voices were slightly raised, and they said angrily outside the tent: "The generals want to see the emperor!"

When Xiao Fengming turned around, Eunuch Lin did not dare to neglect and hurriedly came out of the tent to greet him.

Several generals hurried into the tent, knelt down and said: "Your Majesty, that Gu Qinghong is really nothing. He ordered people to sing the folk songs of our hometown on Pojun Ridge. The soldiers were already homesick, and when they heard the local accent , many people are crying. Morale is very low, Your Majesty!"

Xiao Fengming's eyes tightened, and he stepped out of the imperial tent. Sure enough, he heard a low and vague singing voice coming from the distance. The tune is very ordinary. It is a ballad sung when working in the countryside of Yingguo. But listening to it now makes people feel sad for no reason. It is obviously just a checkpoint, but there is a home that cannot be returned, and a country that cannot be returned...

"Your Majesty, what should I do? The morale was so high the day before, and now it's like this..." Several generals looked ugly. They all understood the importance of morale. They thought that the war would start in two days, but they didn't expect that Gu Qinghong could easily destroy their morale without spending a single soldier.

damn it! Obviously both sides are from Yingguo! How could this result in killing each other?

Xiao Fengming had a complicated expression in his deep eyes. He stood there for a long time and then said: "I wrote a letter and sent someone to bring it to Gu Qinghong, saying that I haven't seen you for a long time and I swept the couch to greet you."

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It was night, Pojunling lay crouched under the night, falling into a deep sleep. The stars in the sky are dotted, as if unaware of the sufferings of the world, blinking in the sky like children's eyes.

On the grassland, Xiao Fengming sat in a temporary tent made of cowhide. A small red clay stove was simmering with flames. The bitter tea from Qin was rolling in the tea tripod. Eunuch Lin spooned out a bowl and presented it to him. he.

He took a sip, and his mouth was filled with bitterness, as bitter as his current state of mind. Looking at the dark night, looking at the Pojun Ridge standing vaguely under the night. Through the majestic pass, he seemed to be able to vaguely see her cold and beautiful features.

She must hate herself so much. Sadness flashed through his heart, and he drank the bitter tea in the cup in one gulp.

In the distance, a group of people slowly approached. Under the clear moonlight, the first person in the team to come was Gu Qinghong. He is still wearing the simple and elegant Confucian uniform. I don't know whether it is the baptism of time or the changes in the world. His demeanor has become clearer and clearer, and he has a feeling of forgetting the world.

Xiao Fengming waited for him to approach, then slightly touched the position next to him: "Mr. Gu, please——"

Gu Qinghong did not sit down, but sat far away from him on the mat. He said calmly: "Your Majesty, your Majesty's words are serious. Gu is no longer your Majesty's Prime Minister."

Xiao Fengming's eyes darkened: "Only she can persuade you to become an official."

Gu Qinghong smiled bitterly: "That's because Gu owes her too much, and he won't be able to atone for his sins even if he dies."

Xiao Fengming looked at Gu Qinghong, who was also depressed, sighed slightly, picked up his energy, and changed the topic: "Is it necessary to be like this? To meet each other in war?"

Gu Qinghong looked at the bitter tea served by Eunuch Lin, took a sip, and sighed slightly: "She said she will stop you for two months."

Xiao Fengming shook his hand slightly and poured a few drops of tea on his body.

"Why?" Xiao Fengming asked. In the past few months, he had not allowed her to say a single word, but now the only words he heard from her were so heartbreaking.

Gu Qinghong smiled bitterly: "Because of Xiao Fengqing. Xiao Fengqing wants to attack Qi and avenge her blood revenge. She said that in order to repay such kindness, she only needs to stop you for two months and wait for Xiao Fengqing to return to Beijing victoriously."

"Is Your Majesty willing to give me two months?" Gu Qinghong raised his head, looked at Xiao Fengming in front of him calmly, and asked.

Xiao Fengming remained silent for a long time without saying a word.

The luster in Gu Qinghong's eyes gradually dimmed, and he laughed at himself: "This is impossible, right?"

"Yes, how can an army of 100,000 soldiers hold on for two months? Food and grass is a big problem." Xiao Fengming said lightly: "Qin is not rich. It cannot sustain it for two months.

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Gu Qinghong sighed and stood up: "We can't talk about it anymore."

Under the moonlight, his figure showed loneliness and deep helplessness: "Everyone in this world has something they have to do. Today I abandoned my motherland for her, you abandoned her for the country, and she abandoned her for Xiao Fengqing." The world..."

He turned around and left suddenly, and his voice came from the wind: "Your Majesty the Emperor, when you come to rule the world, you will know what you have gained and what you have lost..."

"Is it worth it?..." His last words came like a whisper in the wind. Xiao Fengming felt a sudden sadness in his heart and couldn't help but hold his heart, yes, is it worth it? Is it really worth doing all this? For the sake of all the people, for the prosperity of the country, his palms are empty...