Chapter 1750
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The wind ember sneered, looked at the cloud evening cold way: "perhaps really can solve what, only he knew."
The uncle of South Xinjiang suddenly fell silent. He also thought that the words of wind ember were most likely. Who could kill him quietly here? Besides, his martial arts are also very high. Then suicide, what makes him make this decision, regardless of Ye Qian and her belly child? Their feelings have always been very good. He thought the two children would be happy, but how could he not think that he would die like this?
Feng Jin got up and stood up and said in a cold voice, "it's close to the top ten families here. I'll tell people to take a pair of ice coffins and come and put them in his coffin. Let's wait for ye Qian to come and talk about the rest."
The uncle of South Xinjiang nodded painfully.
Three days later, ye Qian led a team of men and horses to the camp in the south of Bahuang mountain.
When ye Qian arrived, it was evening, the sun was all over the sky. She was in a red dress, riding an orange horse, like clouds on the horizon, which made the southern Xinjiang military camp full of white sails suddenly bright.
She was four months pregnant, not very obvious, turned off her horse and walked straight into the barracks.
When the soldiers in southern Xinjiang saw her coming, Qi Qi knelt down on the ground and cried, "empress!"
After receiving the news, Nanjiang state uncle, Feng Jin, Ling Mo and others came out of the business camp to meet her.
"Queen Ye is coming so fast!" Feng Jin looks at Ye Qian, from the capital city of Southern Xinjiang to Bahuang mountain. Even if it takes seven days, she is here in three days. It can only be explained that she came out of the capital of Southern Xinjiang before she got the news of the cold death of yunmu.
Ye Qian waved her hand to the soldiers in southern Xinjiang who were kneeling on the ground. They got up. She asked the wind ember, "where is the cold cloud evening now?"
"You come too fast. The ice coffin of ten li peach blossom forest has just arrived, and he has not been put into it. Now it is in the account of the Chinese army." Wind ember looks at Ye Qian's look, nothing can be seen, only feel her body red extra dazzling.
"Then don't let it go!" Ye Qian spits out a word, on the face does not have what mood to go to the Chinese Army main tent.
Wind ember picked pick eyebrow, lift step to follow her.
The uncle of Southern Xinjiang immediately followed Ye Qian and wanted to say, "qian'er, you..."
"Uncle, don't say it! I know it all. " Ye Qian stopped the southern Xinjiang national uncle, head also does not return to go to the Chinese army big tent.
The uncle of the state of Southern Xinjiang looked at her face without tears or grief, so he could only hold his mouth. A group of people came to the big tent of the Chinese army. Outside the tent, there were still close relatives of Yun Dushan and the royal guards of Southern Xinjiang given by Ye Qian. Qi Qi kneels down, "empress!"
Ye Qian steps for a moment, suddenly opened the curtain, into the Chinese Army account.
She went into the tent of the Chinese army and went straight to the bed where the cold cloud was lying. Cloud evening cold still like three days ago lying there, the heart of the dagger is still not pulled out. His face was the same as three days ago. He was not dead, but he was not angry.
Ye Qian stops and quietly looks at the cold clouds.
Because of her, the tent was filled with low pressure. Although her face was expressionless, a trace of gloomy air overflowed from her and could still be perceived.
Feng Jin stood behind her and did not speak.
The uncle of the state of Southern Xinjiang sighed in his heart and stood aside. He thought that since these days, he had talked with Yun Dushan every day. He never felt that he had the heart to commit suicide. What was the reason? Let him commit suicide like this? He doesn't believe it now.
The big tent of the Chinese army was quiet, and a few people were like nobody.
After a long time, ye Qian suddenly opened his mouth, particularly calm, "uncle, the wind master, you all go out!"
The national uncle of Southern Xinjiang was surprised. He looked at Ye Qian carefully and quickly came to comfort him. "Qian'er, you can't be upset because of this. He He may have been killed by others, after all... "
"He committed suicide!" Ye Qian must be genuine.
The uncle of South Xinjiang suddenly lost his voice. The wind ember looked at Ye Qian, and then looked at the cloud Twilight cold. At this time, she said, "everyone has his own choice. Empress ye, don't forget the child in your womb."
"Choose?" Ye Qian sneered, staring at the cloud dusk cold, tone dark, "is his choice to die like this?"
Wind ashes silent, not so dead, but it is a fact.
"Is that what he wants?" Ye Qian narrowed her eyes, and her deep voice was like the prelude to a storm in spring. "What he thinks about most is his sister. Why don't you want to see her for the last time?"
The uncle of South Xinjiang sighed, "this is where I wonder. Han'er cherishes Jing Shizi imperial concubine. Now that she is in Yunshan, her life and death are uncertain. How could he commit suicide at this time? Especially when Jing Shizi and ye qingran committed suicide when they were fighting? Can't he understand the consequences of his suicide? "
"Six years ago, night qingran took away my rouge and the king of mantras. Today, he will take my husband. He dreams! Even if it's death, I can't let him Ye Qian's cold voice suddenly rose, a tear of the grim, raised his hand to condense a group of black gas, according to the cloud evening cold heart and go.
Nanjiang Guo uncle was surprised and immediately stopped her, "qian'er, what are you going to do? He's dead... ""If you die, you have to live for me!" Ye Qian's eyebrows are erect.
The national uncle of Southern Xinjiang changed his face and looked at her and said, "qian'er, you are calm and calm. Han'er is indeed dead. The Feng family master and I have confirmed that he lost his pulse that day. How can it be saved? "
Ye Qian staggered the hand blocked by Uncle Guo of Southern Xinjiang, and said in a deep voice, "no one can save others. Doctors from all over the world can't cure the dead, and they can't let people come back from the dead. But as long as a person has not died for three days, I can do it in southern Xinjiang. You know it, uncle. "
The national uncle of Southern Xinjiang was shocked and looked at Ye Qian incredulously, "qian'er, you You need to use How to change one's life with one's life
"Not bad!" Ye Qian nods.
Nanjiang Guo uncle's body trembled slightly. Suddenly, he stepped forward and blocked her in front of her. He said in a loud voice, "no way!"
"Uncle, there are countless ways to die in the cold cloud, but you can't just leave me to die." Ye qianmei's eyes are firm and resolute, and her eyebrows are covered with thick clouds. "Six years ago, I played a game of mice and cats with yeqingran because I was guarding Southern Xinjiang. I lost! He didn't take back the king of ten thousand mantras. He also lost Nan Lingrui. When I wake up, want to look back, he has turned around, no longer want me. I didn't want to lose nanlingrui. I tried my best to keep Southern Xinjiang, so I went to yunmuhan. However, now that southern Xinjiang has turned to Murong, whether Jing Shizi is successful or defeated one day, the title of Southern Xinjiang will be cancelled, and there will be no Southern Xinjiang. There is no more southern Xinjiang, and my father has already left me. I have no brothers and sisters, and I have nothing except the cold in the evening. I lost once six years ago. How can I lose again? Even if he is dead, he will live for me. "
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The wind ember sneered, looked at the cloud evening cold way: "perhaps really can solve what, only he knew."
The uncle of South Xinjiang suddenly fell silent. He also thought that the words of wind ember were most likely. Who could kill him quietly here? Besides, his martial arts are also very high. Then suicide, what makes him make this decision, regardless of Ye Qian and her belly child? Their feelings have always been very good. He thought the two children would be happy, but how could he not think that he would die like this?
Feng Jin got up and stood up and said in a cold voice, "it's close to the top ten families here. I'll tell people to take a pair of ice coffins and come and put them in his coffin. Let's wait for ye Qian to come and talk about the rest."
The uncle of South Xinjiang nodded painfully.
Three days later, ye Qian led a team of men and horses to the camp in the south of Bahuang mountain.
When ye Qian arrived, it was evening, the sun was all over the sky. She was in a red dress, riding an orange horse, like clouds on the horizon, which made the southern Xinjiang military camp full of white sails suddenly bright.
She was four months pregnant, not very obvious, turned off her horse and walked straight into the barracks.
When the soldiers in southern Xinjiang saw her coming, Qi Qi knelt down on the ground and cried, "empress!"
After receiving the news, Nanjiang state uncle, Feng Jin, Ling Mo and others came out of the business camp to meet her.
"Queen Ye is coming so fast!" Feng Jin looks at Ye Qian, from the capital city of Southern Xinjiang to Bahuang mountain. Even if it takes seven days, she is here in three days. It can only be explained that she came out of the capital of Southern Xinjiang before she got the news of the cold death of yunmu.
Ye Qian waved her hand to the soldiers in southern Xinjiang who were kneeling on the ground. They got up. She asked the wind ember, "where is the cold cloud evening now?"
"You come too fast. The ice coffin of ten li peach blossom forest has just arrived, and he has not been put into it. Now it is in the account of the Chinese army." Wind ember looks at Ye Qian's look, nothing can be seen, only feel her body red extra dazzling.
"Then don't let it go!" Ye Qian spits out a word, on the face does not have what mood to go to the Chinese Army main tent.
Wind ember picked pick eyebrow, lift step to follow her.
The uncle of Southern Xinjiang immediately followed Ye Qian and wanted to say, "qian'er, you..."
"Uncle, don't say it! I know it all. " Ye Qian stopped the southern Xinjiang national uncle, head also does not return to go to the Chinese army big tent.
The uncle of the state of Southern Xinjiang looked at her face without tears or grief, so he could only hold his mouth. A group of people came to the big tent of the Chinese army. Outside the tent, there were still close relatives of Yun Dushan and the royal guards of Southern Xinjiang given by Ye Qian. Qi Qi kneels down, "empress!"
Ye Qian steps for a moment, suddenly opened the curtain, into the Chinese Army account.
She went into the tent of the Chinese army and went straight to the bed where the cold cloud was lying. Cloud evening cold still like three days ago lying there, the heart of the dagger is still not pulled out. His face was the same as three days ago. He was not dead, but he was not angry.
Ye Qian stops and quietly looks at the cold clouds.
Because of her, the tent was filled with low pressure. Although her face was expressionless, a trace of gloomy air overflowed from her and could still be perceived.
Feng Jin stood behind her and did not speak.
The uncle of the state of Southern Xinjiang sighed in his heart and stood aside. He thought that since these days, he had talked with Yun Dushan every day. He never felt that he had the heart to commit suicide. What was the reason? Let him commit suicide like this? He doesn't believe it now.
The big tent of the Chinese army was quiet, and a few people were like nobody.
After a long time, ye Qian suddenly opened his mouth, particularly calm, "uncle, the wind master, you all go out!"
The national uncle of Southern Xinjiang was surprised. He looked at Ye Qian carefully and quickly came to comfort him. "Qian'er, you can't be upset because of this. He He may have been killed by others, after all... "
"He committed suicide!" Ye Qian must be genuine.
The uncle of South Xinjiang suddenly lost his voice. The wind ember looked at Ye Qian, and then looked at the cloud Twilight cold. At this time, she said, "everyone has his own choice. Empress ye, don't forget the child in your womb."
"Choose?" Ye Qian sneered, staring at the cloud dusk cold, tone dark, "is his choice to die like this?"
Wind ashes silent, not so dead, but it is a fact.
"Is that what he wants?" Ye Qian narrowed her eyes, and her deep voice was like the prelude to a storm in spring. "What he thinks about most is his sister. Why don't you want to see her for the last time?"
The uncle of South Xinjiang sighed, "this is where I wonder. Han'er cherishes Jing Shizi imperial concubine. Now that she is in Yunshan, her life and death are uncertain. How could he commit suicide at this time? Especially when Jing Shizi and ye qingran committed suicide when they were fighting? Can't he understand the consequences of his suicide? "
"Six years ago, night qingran took away my rouge and the king of mantras. Today, he will take my husband. He dreams! Even if it's death, I can't let him Ye Qian's cold voice suddenly rose, a tear of the grim, raised his hand to condense a group of black gas, according to the cloud evening cold heart and go.
Nanjiang Guo uncle was surprised and immediately stopped her, "qian'er, what are you going to do? He's dead... ""If you die, you have to live for me!" Ye Qian's eyebrows are erect.
The national uncle of Southern Xinjiang changed his face and looked at her and said, "qian'er, you are calm and calm. Han'er is indeed dead. The Feng family master and I have confirmed that he lost his pulse that day. How can it be saved? "
Ye Qian staggered the hand blocked by Uncle Guo of Southern Xinjiang, and said in a deep voice, "no one can save others. Doctors from all over the world can't cure the dead, and they can't let people come back from the dead. But as long as a person has not died for three days, I can do it in southern Xinjiang. You know it, uncle. "
The national uncle of Southern Xinjiang was shocked and looked at Ye Qian incredulously, "qian'er, you You need to use How to change one's life with one's life
"Not bad!" Ye Qian nods.
Nanjiang Guo uncle's body trembled slightly. Suddenly, he stepped forward and blocked her in front of her. He said in a loud voice, "no way!"
"Uncle, there are countless ways to die in the cold cloud, but you can't just leave me to die." Ye qianmei's eyes are firm and resolute, and her eyebrows are covered with thick clouds. "Six years ago, I played a game of mice and cats with yeqingran because I was guarding Southern Xinjiang. I lost! He didn't take back the king of ten thousand mantras. He also lost Nan Lingrui. When I wake up, want to look back, he has turned around, no longer want me. I didn't want to lose nanlingrui. I tried my best to keep Southern Xinjiang, so I went to yunmuhan. However, now that southern Xinjiang has turned to Murong, whether Jing Shizi is successful or defeated one day, the title of Southern Xinjiang will be cancelled, and there will be no Southern Xinjiang. There is no more southern Xinjiang, and my father has already left me. I have no brothers and sisters, and I have nothing except the cold in the evening. I lost once six years ago. How can I lose again? Even if he is dead, he will live for me. "
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The wind ember sneered, looked at the cloud evening cold way: "perhaps really can solve what, only he knew." The uncle of South Xinjiang suddenly fell silent. He also thought that the words of wind ember were most likely. Who could kill him quietly here? Besides, his martial arts are also very high. Then suicide, what makes him make this decision, regardless of Ye Qian and her belly child? Their feelings have always been very good. He thought the two children would be happy, but how could he not think that he would die like this? Feng Jin got up and stood up and said in a cold voice, "it's close to the top ten families here. I'll tell people to take a pair of ice coffins and come and put them in his coffin. Let's wait for ye Qian to come and talk about the rest." The uncle of South Xinjiang nodded painfully. Three days later, ye Qian led a team of men and horses to the camp in the south of Bahuang mountain. When ye Qian arrived, it was evening, the sun was all over the sky. She was in a red dress, riding an orange horse, like clouds on the horizon, which made the southern Xinjiang military camp full of white sails suddenly bright. She was four months pregnant, not very obvious, turned off her horse and walked straight into the barracks. When the soldiers in southern Xinjiang saw her coming, Qi Qi knelt down on the ground and cried, "empress!" After receiving the news, Nanjiang state uncle, Feng Jin, Ling Mo and others came out of the business camp to meet her. "Queen Ye is coming so fast!" Feng Jin looks at Ye Qian, from the capital city of Southern Xinjiang to Bahuang mountain. Even if it takes seven days, she is here in three days. It can only be explained that she came out of the capital of Southern Xinjiang before she got the news of the cold death of yunmu. Ye Qian waved her hand to the soldiers in southern Xinjiang who were kneeling on the ground. They got up. She asked the wind ember, "where is the cold cloud evening now?" "You come too fast. The ice coffin of ten li peach blossom forest has just arrived, and he has not been put into it. Now it is in the account of the Chinese army." Wind ember looks at Ye Qian's look, nothing can be seen, only feel her body red extra dazzling. "Then don't let it go!" Ye Qian spits out a word, on the face does not have what mood to go to the Chinese Army main tent. Wind ember picked pick eyebrow, lift step to follow her. The uncle of Southern Xinjiang immediately followed Ye Qian and wanted to say, "qian'er, you..." "Uncle, don't say it! I know it all. " Ye Qian stopped the southern Xinjiang national uncle, head also does not return to go to the Chinese army big tent. The uncle of the state of Southern Xinjiang looked at her face without tears or grief, so he could only hold his mouth. A group of people came to the big tent of the Chinese army. Outside the tent, there were still close relatives of Yun Dushan and the royal guards of Southern Xinjiang given by Ye Qian. Qi Qi kneels down, "empress!" Ye Qian steps for a moment, suddenly opened the curtain, into the Chinese Army account. She went into the tent of the Chinese army and went straight to the bed where the cold cloud was lying. Cloud evening cold still like three days ago lying there, the heart of the dagger is still not pulled out. His face was the same as three days ago. He was not dead, but he was not angry. Ye Qian stops and quietly looks at the cold clouds. Because of her, the tent was filled with low pressure. Although her face was expressionless, a trace of gloomy air overflowed from her and could still be perceived. Feng Jin stood behind her and did not speak. The uncle of the state of Southern Xinjiang sighed in his heart and stood aside. He thought that since these days, he had talked with Yun Dushan every day. He never felt that he had the heart to commit suicide. What was the reason? Let him commit suicide like this? He doesn't believe it now. The big tent of the Chinese army was quiet, and a few people were like nobody. After a long time, ye Qian suddenly opened his mouth, particularly calm, "uncle, the wind master, you all go out!" The national uncle of Southern Xinjiang was surprised. He looked at Ye Qian carefully and quickly came to comfort him. "Qian'er, you can't be upset because of this. He He may have been killed by others, after all... " "He committed suicide!" Ye Qian must be genuine. The uncle of South Xinjiang suddenly lost his voice. The wind ember looked at Ye Qian, and then looked at the cloud Twilight cold. At this time, she said, "everyone has his own choice. Empress ye, don't forget the child in your womb." "Choose?" Ye Qian sneered, staring at the cloud dusk cold, tone dark, "is his choice to die like this?" Wind ashes silent, not so dead, but it is a fact. "Is that what he wants?" Ye Qian narrowed her eyes, and her deep voice was like the prelude to a storm in spring. "What he thinks about most is his sister. Why don't you want to see her for the last time?" The uncle of South Xinjiang sighed, "this is where I wonder. Han'er cherishes Jing Shizi imperial concubine. Now that she is in Yunshan, her life and death are uncertain. How could he commit suicide at this time? Especially when Jing Shizi and ye qingran committed suicide when they were fighting? Can't he understand the consequences of his suicide? " "Six years ago, night qingran took away my rouge and the king of mantras. Today, he will take my husband. He dreams! Even if it's death, I can't let him Ye Qian's cold voice suddenly rose, a tear of the grim, raised his hand to condense a group of black gas, according to the cloud evening cold heart and go. Nanjiang Guo uncle was surprised and immediately stopped her, "qian'er, what are you going to do? He's dead... ""If you die, you have to live for me!" Ye Qian's eyebrows are erect. The national uncle of Southern Xinjiang changed his face and looked at her and said, "qian'er, you are calm and calm. Han'er is indeed dead. The Feng family master and I have confirmed that he lost his pulse that day. How can it be saved? " Ye Qian staggered the hand blocked by Uncle Guo of Southern Xinjiang, and said in a deep voice, "no one can save others. Doctors from all over the world can't cure the dead, and they can't let people come back from the dead. But as long as a person has not died for three days, I can do it in southern Xinjiang. You know it, uncle. " The national uncle of Southern Xinjiang was shocked and looked at Ye Qian incredulously, "qian'er, you You need to use How to change one's life with one's life "Not bad!" Ye Qian nods. Nanjiang Guo uncle's body trembled slightly. Suddenly, he stepped forward and blocked her in front of her. He said in a loud voice, "no way!" "Uncle, there are countless ways to die in the cold cloud, but you can't just leave me to die." Ye qianmei's eyes are firm and resolute, and her eyebrows are covered with thick clouds. "Six years ago, I played a game of mice and cats with yeqingran because I was guarding Southern Xinjiang. I lost! He didn't take back the king of ten thousand mantras. He also lost Nan Lingrui. When I wake up, want to look back, he has turned around, no longer want me. I didn't want to lose nanlingrui. I tried my best to keep Southern Xinjiang, so I went to yunmuhan. However, now that southern Xinjiang has turned to Murong, whether Jing Shizi is successful or defeated one day, the title of Southern Xinjiang will be cancelled, and there will be no Southern Xinjiang. There is no more southern Xinjiang, and my father has already left me. I have no brothers and sisters, and I have nothing except the cold in the evening. I lost once six years ago. How can I lose again? Even if he is dead, he will live for me. " www.novelhall.com , the fastest update of the webnovel!
