The bright red blood and tears flowed down and got into the woman's black hair.
Pale skin, leaving faint red marks.
Although Mu Qinghuang has not yet awakened, the emotions in her soul can be conveyed to her limbs and bones.
Images of Ye Chuyue dying in battle kept appearing in her mind.
In the dark night, at the gate of the city, a girl dressed in red was covered in bruises. She jumped from the city wall, but was completely penetrated by thousands of arrows from the enemy's thin body.
Thousands of arrows passed through my heart, but the girl ran forward wildly.
Swords and axes, slashing at the enemy.
Thousands of arrows fell from the sky again.
The weapon in the girl's hand fell to the ground, blood spilled from the corner of her mouth, and her body was covered with blood holes formed by arrows.
She is no longer alive, but she still stands in front of the city gate, protecting the people of this city.
The enemy soldiers roared and slashed their weapons at her.
"Click!"
In the ice coffin, Mu Qinghuang's hand rose upward and touched the lid of the ice coffin.
She stretched forward as hard as she could, as if she wanted to take the figure in front of the city home.
Blood and tears flowed uncontrollably, and Mu Qinghuang's thick eyelashes were completely soaked.
It was as if she was immersed in hopeless grief, her whole body trembling.
There was a "bang" sound.
The picture in Mu Qinghuang's Yuan Shen was shattered into pieces and turned into thousands of stars like scattered flowers of a goddess.
But not long after, it reorganized into the scene in front of the city gate.
Until the girl died in the battle, the city gate was broken down and the scene was broken again.
This goes on and on and on and on.
Mu Qinghuang seemed to have experienced life, death, and helplessness thousands of times, and every time it was heartbreaking pain.
As time passed and repeated, the reorganized picture became like a fog, making it difficult for her to see clearly.
Mu Qinghuang was hysterical and tried her best to open her eyes and see more clearly, but the fog became deeper and deeper.
She stood in the fog, her eyelids weighed a thousand pounds, her heart felt like it was riddled with wounds, and the pain spread along her internal organs.
...
Late at night, Dongli City.
Perhaps he had experienced a great battle, and the night in the city was no longer the bright moonlight, but filled with thick blood mist.
"General Ye, this is the "Scroll of Mountains, Seas and Void" stored in the mansion."
Tuoba Qi took the ancient scroll and handed it to Chu Yue.
But Chu Yue remained motionless for a long time.
She stayed on the spot, an undercurrent surging deep in her eyes, and her determination became stronger.
She will use her body as a shield to protect this city and this country until the day her mother wakes up.
After that, when she meets relatives in the Mu family again, she doesn't need to deliberately alienate them.
But can she still wait for that day?
The blood mist in Donglicheng weighed down her chest like a huge boulder, and she was almost out of breath from exhaustion.
"General Ye?"
Lord Tuoba called out again.
Chu Yue's eyes were clear, she raised her eyes to look at Tuoba Qi, accepted the ancient scroll and smiled slightly: "Thank you——"
"General, you are welcome. As the general ordered, the city has asked three girls to temporarily serve as guards. The armor and the city's military talismans have been given to them, but..."
Tuoba Qi wanted to speak but stopped.
"The city lord just said it doesn't matter."
"It's just that they are not from my race, or they have different intentions."
Tuoba Qi said: "And among the people brought by the general, there is a man named Zhou Xuan, who is the prince of the Great Zhou Dynasty. Although the Great Zhou Dynasty, the Great Yan Dynasty and Shenwu signed a peace contract, they have not participated in this battle for the time being.
, but in a situation where there is no life or death, the general must be extremely careful in order to be kingly."
"Lord Tuoba City, do you believe me?" Chu Yue asked.
Tuoba Qi was stunned for a while, "I believe in the general."
"Then please believe them too."
Chu Yue said: "They are not people of Shenwu. They have traveled thousands of miles to die for a righteous cause. No matter what happens in this battle, they will always be the benefactors of Shenwu. There are too many beautiful things in the world.
The friendship that provides help in times of need is so valuable, especially now."
"Since the general said so, I believe it together with the general." Tuoba said.
Chu Yue nodded, took the ancient scroll and entered the inner hall of the city lord's mansion.
In the inner hall, Emperor Shenwu, who was seriously injured, stood up and faced outside despite everyone's obstruction.
"I'm fine, take me to see Ye Yatou." Emperor Shenwu said.
A "click" sound sounded.
The door of the house was pushed open by a pair of small white hands.
Emperor Shenwu looked outside: "Ye Yatou——"
"The last general, Ye Chuyue, has met my emperor."
Chu Yue pinned the ancient scroll to her waist, cupped her fists with her hands, bowed her waist and shouted.
"Cough, cough cough..."
Emperor Shenwu coughed a few times, and was supported by the maid as he walked over and held Chu Yue's shoulders: "We are in such dire straits, don't salute."
"Dongli City is extremely dangerous. My emperor should leave the city temporarily and go to a safe place." Chu Yue said.
Emperor Shenwu smiled desolately: "There is a country and people, and I am the emperor just now. If the country and people are gone, what is the point of living for me? If I die in the future, what qualifications do I have to meet the Xuanyuan clan?