But now, the poison on Yan Jun's body has been cured. This is equivalent to the fact that the shackles that bind the beast have been opened, and the beast's fangs are aimed at the enemy, staring at the enemy, and will bite off the enemy's neck if it finds the right opportunity.
only three months later.
The war between Northern Liang and Southern Chu still broke out.
Emperor Yan said "siege the city" lightly, which showed his position. Between his lover and the country, he chose this beautiful country.
Obsession is deep.
…
On a high mountain that hides from the world, inside a bamboo house.
The white-haired old man sitting on the futon slowly opened his eyes. He stretched out his fingers and counted, his brows gradually furrowed. After a long time, the old man let out a breath of foul air slowly.
"Jun'er has come this far."
"It's God's will, perhaps, this is his fate..."
The old man's white hair hung down his shoulders, and he was a little worried.
I just hope that Jun'er will not regret his current choice in the future.
***
The Yan army was as powerful as a broken bamboo, and the Southern Chu army retreated steadily, unable to resist at all.
The Yan army is brave, but the Chu army is not good at fighting.
Soon, what Nanchu faced was the scene of the Yan army approaching the city.
The atmosphere above the Southern Chu court was tense day by day, and it was dignified. The usual intrigue was put away at this moment, and only the unanimous determination to the outside world remained.
Emperor Chu glanced at all the ministers in the hall, and asked in a deep voice: "All my loves..."
Before he finished speaking, he saw a soldier covered in blood break into the Golden Luan Palace. When he saw Emperor Chu, he knelt down on the ground with a thud, and said with a sob: "Your Majesty, General Zhong, General Zhong... The battlefield of death."
Emperor Chu couldn't sit still and almost fell off the dragon chair. Fortunately, he held onto the armrest of the dragon chair with quick eyesight and quick hands.
"What?"
General Zhong died in battle, so now, who else in Southern Chu can lead the army
Despair flashed in Emperor Chu's eyes, and he seemed to have aged more than ten years in an instant. He waved his hand to signal the soldiers to retreat.
For a moment, the Golden Luan Hall was completely silent.
At this moment.
A cold and pleasant female voice sounded, with a hint of hoarseness, but it was extremely firm.
"See Your Majesty, I beg you to lead the army to defend against the enemy, and to protect the glory of Southern Chu for a hundred years."
Everyone looked towards the source of the sound.
visible to the eye.
The woman in a dark red official uniform knelt on one knee, her phoenix eyes were burning, her back was as straight as a pine and cypress.
Emperor Chu frowned subconsciously: "How can this be done? You are a daughter, how could you go to a place like the battlefield?"
Fu Yue nodded firmly towards Emperor Chu. Her eyes, like glass beads of radiance, were staring at Emperor Chu without blinking.
The woman said slowly, "Daughter, please fight."
Emperor Chu still didn't quite agree, but at any rate his attitude had softened a bit, "This..."
Fu Yue comforted him and said, "Father doesn't believe in his daughter's ability?"
Emperor Chu: "Not really."
Fu Yue smiled: "Then let me lead the army and take back my city in Southern Chu."
In the end, Emperor Chu still compromised, and an imperial decree went on. Princess Chu Yunke is the commander in chief and holds the highest power.
…
Watchtower.
There is an endless wasteland in front of you, and in the distance, hundreds of thousands of soldiers are lined up heavily, with a fierce aura rising to the sky.
The almost stagnant air between the heavens and the earth, this kind of scene of gold and iron horses covering the sky but silent to depressing.
Overcast clouds billowed above the sky, the wind gusts, the military flags in the army formation fluttered in the wind, and the cavalry on horseback stood upright, like a forest of swords, standing proudly between the sky and the earth.
Fu Yue tied her hair up high, her two long eyebrows slanted into her temples, and her already cold facial features were even more aggressive at this time, with clear lines. She wore a high ponytail and tied it with a red headband that fluttered in the wind.
She raised her sword.
The voice was cold and indifferent: "Kill."