The setting clouds on the horizon are like fire, and their blood-like color is so beautiful and ominous.
Bayar lowered his head in disbelief and looked at the arrow that had pierced his heart and lungs. The arrow that Shi Fuqiu shot with internal force had already penetrated one-third of his left chest.
He was about to die. He still had something to say, and he wanted to persuade his sister to return to the vast grassland with him. Why was he about to die
Bayar fell straight back. He could still vaguely hear the exclamations of the Mongolian soldiers in his ears, and saw the nervous expressions on their faces as they swarmed up.
And the moment he leaned back to the ground, he could only remember a ray of the setting sun, red as blood, and the curve of the corners of his lips when He Wugetai came over and held him in his arms. laugh.
fraud…
Wu Getai got on the carriage and released him from the box, letting him look out of the carriage window at the situation where Xiao Yanjun was in danger.
After analyzing his interests with good intentions, if he insists on colluding with Xiao Yanjun now, the Mongolian army will definitely be strangled by the Zhao and Mo armies.
On the contrary, he could tell Xiao Yanjun generously at this time that he would join forces with Zhao Jiajun to kill him early in the morning.
In this way, not only will he be able to escape from the situation of the Xiao Kingdom, but when the time comes and the credit for the Shi family army is cleared, it will also be credited to Bayar, and he will never take the credit.
Since Wugetai was so committed to him, Bayar had no comparable choice at all. Naturally, he agreed to Wugetai without hesitation, got off the carriage and rode with him to the front of the formation. .
In the eyes of Wu Getai who nodded and nodded firmly, he walked to the front of the formation.
What he thought was just a way to make Aodenge Rile give up and persuade her to go home turned out to be his... road to hell.
There are only two words in Bayar's mind, liar.
He has always wondered what Wugetai spent so much time on Zhou Zhang for. It turned out that he was killing someone with a borrowed knife to save his life!
If he does not die and establishes a successor, it will ultimately be the biggest obstacle to his succession authority.
If he dies, he will no longer have any scruples, and no one else can stop him.
Burigude looked at Wugetai with wide eyes. He was holding Bayar who had expired in his arms, his expression was so mournful and his eyes were red.
After Burigude looked deeply at Wugetai for a long time, he finally loosened his clenched fists and scolded the Mongolian soldiers who swarmed around the two of them: "The eldest prince is dead, military power It should be held by the fifth most noble prince."
Wu Getai gently raised his hand to indicate that the Mongolian army returned to his position with a sad look on his face. He raised his eyes and looked at Bu Rigude, with a faint flash of light in his eyes: "Place my brother in good health, and I will take him back to the Mongolian people." Buried.”
Bu Rigude listened to his hoarse and choked voice, looked at him deeply, finally knelt down on one knee, covered his left chest with his right hand, saluted and accepted the order.
At this time, Aodenge Rile was speechless in response to Shi Fuqiu's rhetorical question, and cried into tears. Bayar was dead, and Wugetai took over the Mongolian army openly.
No matter what, he would not help her Crown Prince.
She couldn't help but look at Xiao Yanjun beside her, who had not said a word until now. All hope was gone from that handsome face, instead showing a haughty royal demeanor.
Xiao Yanjun looked at Xiao Mubai on the tower from a distance, with a hint of ridicule at the corner of his mouth: "Kill the traitor? Apart from your father, do you dare to seriously kill your brother? How can you let the world talk about it in the future? Mo What did His Majesty the King do today?"
Xiao Mubai looked at her condescendingly, with contempt in his eyes.
Do you want to use the fallacy of brotherly love to suppress him
It's really ridiculous. Since he has no intention of becoming a king, why should the people think of him in the future
Xiao Mubai raised his thumb slightly and unsheathed Chengying twice. Before Xiao Mubai could completely pull it out, a blue-robed figure came from the direction of King Mo's army.
Although Shi Fuqiu immediately swung his sword to block him, Xia Chu had already shot out the needle and retreated.
Aodenge Rile saw a flash of silver light, heading straight towards Xiao Yanjun's heart. The speed was so fast that she only had time to block the direction of the flying needle, and bear the fatal blow for him with her flesh and blood body. hit.
By the time Xiao Yanjun realized what he was doing, Aodenge Rile had already slowly slid down his back.
Xiao Yanjun held her in his arms, and the silver needle had already penetrated into her heart and lungs. The blood overflowing from the corner of her mouth and the loss of life made him look squarely at this beautiful face for the first time.
It's just that the face now has no color, and is as pale as a broken and withered jasmine flower.
Although her hand was weak, she still tried her best to raise it, trying to touch Xiao Yanjun's jade-like cheek.
Xiao Yanjun held her hand sincerely for the first time, holding her soft and delicate palms against his cheek.
The bleeding corners of Aodenge Rile's mouth curved into a satisfied smile. What she was stroking in her hand was the face she would love until her death.
The arms hugging her were the arms she had cherished throughout her life.
She spoke with great difficulty. Xiao Yanjun lowered his head and pressed close to her lips, listening to her intermittent words: "Your Highness... Your Highness, put down your pride and live... next..."
But she couldn't finish her sentence in the end. The hand that was attached to Xiao Yanjun's face had already lost its strength and dropped down.
Xiao Yanjun hugged her tightly in his arms and looked up at Xia Chu. Just like Aodenge Rile's unfinished words, even if he puts down his pride now, he can't survive.
"Xia Chu, in front of all the soldiers of the Xiao Kingdom, how dare you plot to kill the emperor's heir!" Shi Fuqiu's heart hardened again as he was about to surrender.
"Yes, so what?" Xia Chu's lips curled up into a sneer, seeing that Shi Fuqiu had already opened up his posture and prepared for a desperate fight.
"Bian Ding, here's your chance to fight him." Xia Chu's voice was as erratic as his clothes and hair, but his eyes turned to Xiao Mubai and shook his head at him. , signaling him not to interfere.
Cheng Ying took the sword out of its scabbard, but none of it returned to its scabbard.
Xiao Mubai put his hands behind his back and stood aside as he wished.
As Bian Ding's figure fell, the kneeling rebels all retreated, leaving enough space for them to fight.
Shi Jialiang and Cheng Zhaobing pulled Xiao Yanjun aside. The blood dripping from Aodengelile in his arms seemed to open a chapter of life and death for the two who were about to fight alone.
"Is he worthy of competing with me?" Shi Fuqiu glanced at Bian De with a stern expression.
The sword comes out and breaks the wind!
The oncoming sword energy was sharp and domineering, catching him off guard. Seeing that the tip of the sword had reached Shi Fuqiu's chest, Shi Fuqiu's long knife suddenly turned over and pressed against his blade.
Although Shi Fuqiu swung his sword to block in time, he still took the sword with his strong internal strength.
But Bian Ding thrust his sword with all his strength, causing dust to fly, which really forced him to take a few steps back before he stabilized his body.
(End of chapter)