My lord, she is beautiful and good at fighting

There was a lot of movement in Bingzhou. Fires and thick smoke were burning across ten miles and eight villages. The hot heat was scorching the fertile soil of the border city. Almost at the same time, Wei Wan was leaning on the wall beside the city gate in Yunzhong, with one leg bent and his toes on the ground, which made him even more charming. The slender man stands on a black horse, looking at Bingzhou City, listening to Lingchi's wail above.

Wei Wan's expression straightened slightly, he stood up straight and looked to the northeast. The screams above the tower also paused slightly.

"Assemble a small team," she took the black horse tied to one side and ordered to the Wei army who were cleaning the battlefield. She turned over and led the horse. The guard who was a hundred miles away seemed to be feeling something and looked back, standing on top of the city tower with his hands behind his back. People look at each other from a distance, and at this moment, thousands of words turn into clouds, smoke, wind, frost, and rain. There is no need to say anything.

Rong Xian stood on the city wall, his white clothes stained with red. Blood beads slid from his palms to his fingertips and fell to the ground. He just watched Wei Wan riding his horse and leading the team to gallop to Bingzhou. His thin back and mind were blurred. The images overlapped, and the chest throbbed suddenly, and the heart pulse seemed to be clamped by an invisible hand. The stomach was surging upwards. Until the horse and the person were no longer visible, he raised his bloody hand to cover it. On the lips.

I don't know whether it was because the smell of blood was too strong or for other reasons. Rong Xian bent over and supported the concave wall with one hand, almost feeling like retching.

The horse's hooves kicked up sand and stones, which were picked up by the wind and hit the armor in small pieces. They brushed against Wei Wan's face, causing a sting. There was only a single figure on the tower, and the blood on his clothes could be faintly seen.

The high wall tower in the clouds is not similar to the observation wall at Yanmen Pass, but it is the same person standing on the high building to see her off.

Rong Xian's robe was blown up by the wind, and he playfully slipped into his wide sleeves. As his thin and slender fingertips clenched the robe, fallen leaves swept into the air, reflecting in his eyes. The swaying fallen leaves on both sides of the official road were frightened by dozens of horses, dancing under the horses' hooves, as if they were buried in the soil for them.

Qingqi crossed the cold and steep mountains, and the Beishu camp came into view. Through the high mountain terrain, we could see the battle situation ahead and the army's reserves.

Wei Wan watched for a while, then made a gesture, and the Wei army all tied their horses to the dry trunk, lowered their bodies to hide in the grass, and squatted down the mountain.

The march of Beishu was conservative and cautious, and those who set up camp did not rush into it. They were closer to Yunzhong than Bingzhou, so Luoting Qiejiang was able to discern the movement in the clouds, and quickly launched an offensive, hoping to hit Bingzhou hard. At this time, It was convenient for Wei Wan to lead his troops in a surprise attack.

Wei Wan relied on his high-altitude survey and quickly found the place where Wei Rang was imprisoned. Wei Rang's limbs were tied up by chains, and iron rings passed through his wrists and ankles. As long as he was moved slightly, blood would flow out and wash away the previous scabs. , and so on.

The armor around him was broken and could no longer provide any defense. Instead, it added weight to his body that could not withstand the twists and turns.

Luoting Qiejiang was attacking the city outside Bingzhou, and the army of Northern Shu was busy following him to break up camp. Only a few people gathered here to watch. Two soldiers from Northern Shu who were close to each other exchanged cups and cups and handed over beasts several times. The skin was full of water, with red cheeks on his face, and he turned his belly and burped a few times.

Obviously, he had great confidence that Wei Rang could not escape. At this time, he squinted his eyes and looked a little drowsy and lazy.

The guard turned the long bow on his back, grasped the bow and lowered it, holding it in his palm with his backhand. He gestured towards the Wei army who were covered by the withered yellow grass on both sides. In an instant, the two Beishu soldiers guarding the guard came. His neck was wiped, and his head rolled down next to the cage where guard Rang was imprisoned. His bulging eyes stared at him.

Wei Rang paused and raised his head. The chain was rattled, and his hair fell down, with two strands scattered on his forehead, looking scrawled and pale.

Wei Wan took out the arrow from the quiver at his waist and put it on the long bow. At the same time, Wei Rang turned his eyes and looked at each other. He grinned, showing his white teeth, but the vibration in his chest was not heard. The sound, perhaps because it involved the blood hole-like wounds on his wrists and ankles, made his whole body tremble.

As the prince of Wei, Wei Rang is a noble prince even though he is a concubine. In the capital of Wei, the prince is concerned about his body and demeanor, and it is rare for him to smile so energetically.

Wei Wan lowered her bow hand and paused. She boasted that she had never been a good person. In her previous life, she was stationed at the border. Even though she killed foreigners who invaded and plundered the land, she was still full of blood and murderous intent. In this life, She is not innocent either.

But like now, it is the first time to point the tip of the knife and arrow at someone who has no hatred or resentment. Wei Rang seemed to have already understood. The wanton smile on his lips slightly subsided, and the warmth returned to the capital. Prince Wei of Lanzhi Yushu, with a slight murmur on his lips, said in a slightly hoarse voice: Cousin. .

Wei Wan drew his bow to the full moon, his arms stretched straight, and his posture erect.

"Wu Anjun." The voice was soft, but it lingered in his chest. He worded it word by word, as if he wanted to remember these three words in his heart. His eyes lovingly described Wei Wan's brave and heroic posture at the moment, even though her sharp blade was pointed at him. .

He is still willing and willing to do so.

King Wei's blood relationship is not weak, and his mother is just a concubine, not as beloved as Wei Wan. Even though he is the eldest son of a concubine, his treatment is not much higher than that of an ordinary concubine. The first time he met Wei Wan was She came to Beijing when she was five years old and paid homage to the palace.

At that time, the pink and jade-carved little dumpling was held in the hand of Rong Xian, the most arrogant person in the world.

He once heard his master mention that the border town was full of sand and gravel, with no grass growing on it, and the land was barren and the people were poor. But Wei Wan could tell at a glance that he was well-raised, and even a noble girl from Kyoto was not as good as her.

The second time I met her was at a palace banquet. He got the top spot in the academy exam. King Wei was so happy that he specially allowed him to attend the palace banquet of the previous dynasty. He just sat in a corner of the hall, and the little girl with pink and jade sculptures looked at her. Now that she has grown up, she is very noble, but she is still the little girl who is not as good as her in Kyoto.

She was placed on a high platform by King Wei. Even the tables and tables were carved with patterns, the small dishes and bowls were all made of jade, and the miniature delicacies were all exquisite.

The little girl from the Shen family was sued in court, but she was not afraid of speaking out and spoke up, and her words were well-founded:

'I, the daughter of the Wei Kingdom, should not be the same. '

'If the women of our country were to be like the sisters of the Shen family, they would be able to embody Uncle Wang's tolerance and magnanimity among other countries. '

He looked at the high pavilion, wondering when could someone be so generous and speak for him without any scruples, favoring him without exception regardless of his concubines.

At this time, she was still the girl who was not as good as her in Kyoto. She had vision, strategy, and courage. She was a treasure that he was full of joy for, but he would never hide it privately.

The arrow came through the air. He grabbed the chain holding him with his backhand regardless of the pain. He straightened his back and smiled on his lips. He looked at the girl who was holding the bow and shooting arrows. The sight in his eyes kept magnifying despite the speed. Gradually covering the girl's arrow.

He is like a phoenix that soars into the sky and falls, burning its last glorious light and leaving the world with the most beautiful red glow.

It is reported that Guan Guan, a well-known young writer, happily announced to his book fans: Guan Guan’s double treasure.

The book fans were furious: I’ve stopped updating one book, and yet you dare to open a second one, you, you, you!

The official wiped away tears: They are all commendable for their courage.

ps: So, how many officials are there?

Three kills, right? Wu Shizhi, Zheng Duo and Wei Rang.