Chapter 45 Cut Hair

Qingzhu's whole body trembled with the sound and hesitated for a moment. At this time, Feng Yang bent down to pick up the thing that fell to the ground and hesitated for a long time, "Your Majesty, this is what I found at the scene of the incident."

The rest of the people turned around, and a bright silver gun suddenly appeared in their vision. The steel handle is carved with a flying dragon, as if it will fly straight for nine days the next second.

"Dragon gun? He is from Yan Dan, which is extremely abominable!" After a while, Qingzhu firmly believed in her eyesight. She had seen this blood-sealed treasure gun, from the night on the beach to the fire in the bamboo garden to the assassination of the flower garden. This was the third time she had seen such a sharp weapon.

Qin Zheng shook his head, and his pale cheeks were almost twisted to see the original appearance because of the pain. "Don't be too arbitrary. It's unfair to determine whether a person is good or bad with just a sharp weapon."

"What does the prince mean by this?" Feng Yang was so anxious that his face turned red, "Who else could it be if it's not Yan Dan? This gun is clearly Luo Da's usual blade.

" shut up and don't make trouble for me!" Qin Zheng couldn't help coughing for a while. His cheeks were slightly sickly flushed, but other places were as pale as snow. He raised his head and smiled weakly at Qingzhu, "Zhuer, don't listen to the wind's judgment."

Feng Yang's face was dark, and his consistent handsomeness was replaced by ruthlessness. "Does the prince not want to believe it or not believe it? After all these years have I know that you are a greedy and afraid of death and timid as a rat, and you can even get rid of the hatred of breaking hands!"

The cold air hovered in the house, and everyone froze in an flash, motionless, silent, and even breathless.

"Hey!" Qin Zheng's evil handsome face was bitter and dignified. He bit his lips several times and didn't make up his mind to say anything. After a long time, he made a difficult decision, "Fengyang, you have always been loyal to me, but no matter who did this matter, I don't want to pursue it any more. Whether it was planted spring witches in the past or the pain of broken palm now, all of it. Sell it! I'm about to walk, and one leg has stepped into the coffin. As long as there is bamboo to accompany me for the rest of the years, it's enough to have no regrets in my life. I have to spare people and forgive others. What else can't let go!"

Cough, there was a severe dry cough. Qin Zheng took the tea handed over by Xiaoyou and took a sip of it. "It's an old problem, Zhu'er, don't worry!"

"Your Majesty, do you think the enemy will let you go if you don't give up your revenge? It's too naive and ridiculous," Feng Yang took a deep look at the thousand concubine, took a deep breath, and almost had tears in his eyes. "You have been poisoned and your life is on the eve, but he still sent people to assassinate again and again. He can't wait for you to die immediately. Does he want to forgive others? According to Yandan's character of not giving up, he will send assassins sooner or later. He can't stand the love of you and Qianfei. As long as he lives, as long as he has a tone, he will continue to make trouble and provoke trouble. Maybe he will only be willing to stop until the day of your death.

"People don't hurt the tiger, and the tiger is harmful to people's hearts. The prince has to guard against it!"

"Exactly, if you come back for assassination again, you may not be the only one injured, and maybe even Qianfei will suffer!"

Everyone is impassioned, full of fighting spirit, and their ambition to not kill Yan Dan will soar to the sky.

seemed to wake up the dreamer with one word. Qin Zheng's thin lips couldn't help fighting up and down. The only big hand was tightly grasped, and his bones were ringing, "It's too bullying! It's not a pity for me to die alone, but who wants to touch a hair of bamboo? Even if I go to the knife mountain and go to the oil pot, I will definitely not forgive him!"

The room immediately quieted down, and the sound of cicadas from the flowers and trees outside could be faintly heard.

"Fengyang, pass on the king's instructions, and prepare the whole army. Three days later, conquer the State of Yan, millions of troops, and go straight to Huanglong!" The right hand patted the surface of the bed with full strength, and the hard red pine wood could not withstand the strong external force, and it was embedded with the mark of a palm.

The rest of the people were scattered, and there were only Qingzhu and Qin Zheng in the wing.

One night, Qin Zheng was so painful that he couldn't close his eyes at all. His pale face was sweating coldly. He bit his lower lip and endured the severe pain, and his whole body couldn't sleep. Whenever Qingzhu fell on his chest tremblingly, held his hand and kindly inquired about the situation, the man smiled as if nothing had happened. These invisibly deepened Qingzhu's sense of guilt. His palm was lost for herself. A man as bright as the sun and as bright as peach blossoms became a one-armed disability because of saving himself. She couldn't bear to think about it. If she could choose, the person she would rather lose her arm was herself. Every time she thinks of this, she pours all her hatred and hatred on another person, who is Yan Dan.

After the toss of death and death, Qin Zheng was exhausted and fell asleep.

A woman who has a lot of trouble and hasn't slept all night has no intention of sleeping. The room was full of bloody smell. She couldn't breathe at all. She wanted to go out to get some air. When she pushed the door, she saw Feng Yang leading a group of guards to work in the yard.

"What are you doing?" The woman with two panda eyes asked puzzledly.

Feng Yang looked back at Qingzhu and smiled sourly, "Bury hands!"

Burial hands? I didn't understand the word at first, but when I thought about it, I suddenly realized it. I don't know how to deal with the palm that Qin Zheng was cut off!

At that time, several people had already dug up the pit. Liu Ming turned around and said, "Brother Feng, it's done. Come and see if the size is suitable?"

Feng Yang and Qingzhu came forward to check at the same time. This is a small pit in all directions, located in the middle of Dingxiang Garden, which is the place where the man in black cut off Qin Zheng's arm.

"How did Feng Yang know that this was the place where the prince was assassinated?"

"Well, if you go back to your mother, there is a pool of blood here."

At this time, Xiaoyou walked with a black exquisite wooden box. She kept looking at the things in her hand and walked carefully for fear of accidentally falling down.

After delivering the wooden box to Fengyang, Xiaoyou hurried away, afraid of staying in this gloomy and horrible area.

Fengyang condensed a small box of dragons and phoenix carving between his hands, his heart was like being in the ice water, and his whole body was completely cold. Although he and the prince are in the name of the master and subordinates, Qin Zheng has always regarded him as his own brother. At this moment, he buried his brothers and feet with his own hands.

Opening the lid of the box, there was a red satin wrapped around a man's limb. Qingzhu reached out and stroked the stiff palm, and there were residual blood stains on it. The blood had already solidified into a black and purple solid, which was twice as strange and ferocious against the pale complexion.

I have to admit that Qin Zheng's perfection is amazing, and Zhou's body is covered with dignity and heroic. Even this broken left hand looks impeccable. White skin, delicate texture, slender fingers, like the exquisitely carved porcelain from Jingdezhen, people are reluctant to bury it.

Reach out and take out the cold palm, wrap it in silk, and stuff it directly into your arms.

"Madam, you..." Feng Yang was quite surprised by Qingzhu's behavior and didn't understand why she left a useless body that could not be preserved for a long time.

He took off the knife from Fengyang's waist, Qingzhu pulled a wisp of his beautiful hair, raised the knife in his hand, and the green silk was saved in the palm of his hand, and tore off a red silk from his arms and tied it firmly. "Fengyang, if you want to bury it, bury it!" Leave this broken palm as a proof. From then on, Lv Qingzhu's world will cut off all past feelings. Without Yan Dan, Zheng Wen and no father, only Qin Zheng.

After sunrise and sunset, Qin Zheng, who was disabled and had not recovered from a serious illness, led hundreds of thousands of Dongying people to raid the State of Yan and provoked a war between the two countries. An expedition was inevitable.

Daqin's iron horse fought for the region of Luyan, which was a war with great disparity in strength. In this golden age of heroes and storms, the hegemony of a big country and the way of survival and death of small countries are intertwined in the snowy mountains, deserts and the oasis Gobi. The young generals of the State of Qin led millions of troops to march on a journey of revenge for the sake of national hatred and family hatred and to establish immortal meritorious deeds.

However, the economy of Yan is rich, the country is rich and the people are strong, and the strength of the army cannot be underestimated. The war lasted only a few days. The State of Qin retreated steadily and hurriedly defeated the north. During the battle, Qin's injury recurred, fell off his horse and was sent back to the royal palace overnight. Maybe he was in a hurry and was in a coma for several days. Every time he woke up from his dream, he would struggle to get up and put on armor regardless of the pain on his body, threatening to die on the battlefield, but he fainted and fell to the ground after a few steps.

A few days later, the army of the State of Yan rushed back like a storm, swept over the snow girl peak, and the soldiers pointed to, and fell countless heroes and heroes. The great Yan's military power shocked the west and far away, ensuring the century-old status of leading the fire and phoenix. The invincible master of the State of Yan, holding the ice and frost and the pride of the prosperous empire, went to the Northern Qin Dynasty with the intention of stepping on the sweat songs. After breaking through the people in the east, he had a bloody wind all the way until he fought against the State of Qin outside the imperial capital. Thousands of Yan soldiers wrote a magnificent song with their own lives and blood. The heroic epic of the river!

In this fierce battle, the most killed and injured were the followers of Dongying Luoshengmen. They were born and died for the Qin army, charging into battle, and almost the whole army was destroyed. Of course, Yan Jun was not much better. The two sides fought and suffered heavy casualties. In contrast, the State of Qin has preserved its strength.

In this battle, Qin Zheng, who was sick and injured, took the lead in everything, and won the unanimous praise of the soldiers, thus establishing an unshakable military prestige. Although the battle ended in failure, his tenacious perseverance, hard-working character and indomitable spirit still established a good emperor image for himself.

Yan, the future young king of Dayan, and the army of Yan, sang and advanced all the way, like a broken bamboo, and surrounded the whole sweat song. It has been besieged for many days. The people in the city have been cut off water and food for many days, and the officers and soldiers are also hungry and dizzy. The day when the Yan people break the city is approaching.