Live Broadcast: My Leisurely Life As An Emperor in Daqin!

Now that the duck to the mouth has flown, how could he not be in a hurry?

Wei Heming slowly stretched out his hand and neatly pulled out a golden dragon-carved arrow from the quiver on his back. He drew the bow and aimed at it. With his big arm, he pulled the bow and arrow into a full moon.

The sharp point was straight to the man's back, and the right hand was lightly loosened, and the sharp arrow broke through the wind, pierced a hot beating heart, drained his hot blood, and melted the disgusting pure white on his body. , Let this Damn it's King Qin from the inside and outside show a kind of fishy red.

Wei Heming was immersed in his frantic illusion, his arms trembling.

He settled down and raised his bow again, this time without hesitation.

"puff!"

Suddenly hearing the light sound of plunging into the frozen ground, Feiye shook slightly.

Ying Zheng sensed its change and turned his head sensitively, only to see half of the golden arrow that had already submerged into the ground.

If "Eight Nine Zero" they walked a step slower, or... that person shot a little further, he must have fallen to the ground at this moment.

The little soldier next to him who fell behind the team because of a knife wound was startled, "Your Majesty, are you alright?"

Ying Zheng shook his head silently, looking sideways at the high slope opposite Jiang.

The night was too dark, and the distance was too far. In the snowstorm, he clearly couldn't see anything, but he always felt that a hot gaze was cast on him.

A sneer appeared on the corner of Ying Zheng's mouth, "Fight me? I'll make you regret it."

"Your Majesty," the little soldier was only eighteen or nineteen years old, his eyes were bright and clean, and his face was full of naked loyalty, "Would you like to shoot back?"

"No." Ying Zheng avoided the wound he had just wrapped, and patted his shoulder soothingly, "Don't rush to the front first when you fight in the future, understand? When you are a little older and can make an iron shield, do this again. do. 99

The little soldier sniffed and looked at him, nodding his head in confusion.

"My lord," Wei Sheng finally caught up, panting desperately, "...The moat was blown open, and we won't be able to catch up. 39

"Then there is no need to chase." Wei Heming looked at the end of the night and smiled coldly, "Ying Zheng was too naive to think that he could return to Xingyang to be king smoothly.

The cold wind violently blew his black robe, and then blew it arbitrarily towards the vast dome.

Wei Heming clenched the golden bow tightly and slowly raised the corners of his lips, "Master still has cards.

The army ran all night, and after making sure that they had completely escaped the pursuit of the Xingyang army, they stopped at a post station less than a hundred miles away from Ruiyang to rest.

On a sunny and dry winter day, the soldiers familiarly set up fires to heat food, and the smoke with the aroma of meat drifted away.

Li Yao buried her head nibbling on the naan, while a circle of soldiers sitting behind her were chatting loudly.

"...I made a gesture in front of him, and the hozen turned around and ran. When the south wind blew, you didn't hear it, that piss..."

A burst of laughter.

"Hey, to be honest, the sword polished by this Rong Qiang stone is too sharp.

The soldier cherished and touched the long knife on his waist, "It's slippery, and it's not heavy to hold in your hand, but chopping people is like chopping mud.

Li Yao nibbled on the cake cross-legged, silently slandering in her heart: Ghost stone... It was made of meteorite and jade, and no one could find a better material than this.

Unexpectedly, the other party's next sentence was: "I heard that it is our king's good friend who takes care of this. She deserves to be a woman who can be a princess."

When it comes to this group of big men, I get excited again, "Where is the man? I really want to see how handsome he is.

"Isn't it the one sitting in the sedan chair?"

"Fart! That's the maid of the king. It is estimated that the princess left with the generals.

The little soldier of the Iron Cavalry Battalion who was injured in the shoulder suddenly interjected weakly: "General Wang said before that the weapons were all watched and beat by Master Li..."

"Hey, Xiaoyue, you're still too young. The gossip I heard must be good friends."

The naan choked in her throat, and Li Yao couldn't help coughing violently, her face flushed red.

There was too much movement in their circle, and soon, a calm voice suddenly suppressed all the chaos, "You can't stop your mouth with the meal, so hurry up and feed the horses after eating."5

A group of young soldiers immediately stood up and replied loudly: "Yes!"

"Also, pay attention," Ying Zheng approached Li Yao's gaze, put his hand on her shoulder irresistibly, and said calmly, "My love is you Lord Li.

A strong numbness spread from the left chest, Li Yao felt the burning eyes around her, and she didn't know where to put her hands and feet.

"Wow, brother Zheng, is this a confession?"

"Too domineering! If I were a woman, I would love to die! 99

"As expected of a man who is king, I am ashamed of myself."

The replies exploded, and the live broadcast volume once again exceeded 200 million, but this time it did not collapse. Some women who believe in love are posting frantically.

I have heard more than once before that "the love of a child is long, and it is inevitable that a hero will be short of breath". Their king should have a bright future, and he has a long journey. How can he be restrained by these small things.

Unexpectedly, although the expressions of the soldiers could not be concealed, they all nodded obediently, entangled and hesitant, not knowing what to say.

A spy from the Black Ice Terrace happened to pass by, holding a plate of barbecued meat, trying to extract four words from his mind that he had learned in half his life: "Great love... Boundless? 35

Fortunately, Gan Ying came over quickly and forcibly dragged him away.

Lunch ended in a little confusion. When the sun turned slightly westward, everyone returned to their tents to rest, and the surroundings were silent.

Li Yao couldn't sleep, so she quietly walked out of the tent and squatted beside the creek where the ice had just been smashed into a daze.

Although it is winter at the end of the year, the noon sun is still extremely warm, sprinkled on the water and grass like mellow honey.

After a while, the dead grass behind him rustled. Ying Zheng approached and sat down beside her casually, "Why don't you rest? 99

0.4 Li Yao shook her head, lay down on his lap like a lazy cat, and murmured, "It's still a little hard to believe that it's over."

Raising the flag, gunpowder, swords, heavy snow... Tiemeng Glacier, up to now, is still like an illusion.

Ying Zheng smiled and stroked her back lightly, "Go back to the south tomorrow, and after finishing the business, I will take you to see the white peacock in Nanzhu Mountain and try the jujube milk roll.

He was light-hearted.

Killing a dead end from Xingyang's palace may not have much authenticity for Li Yao, but for Ying Zheng's blood and flesh, it took a whole day and night of mental effort.

The beggar gang outside the palace, the Mu Huanghui, the workshop, the Hanshan Courtyard, the army, the secret post, the banquet, the defense of the Rongqiang and Hudi on the frontier, not to mention the most important weapons and gunpowder, every step and every part must be conclusively confirmed. Smash it hard to form the results of the day before.