Yan Xiaomo watched Zhao Ziheng's three arrows shoot towards Ying Zheng, and her heart suddenly rose in her throat.
Ying Zheng turned around and watched three flying arrows heading in his direction.
In the light of the fire, he saw Mo'er.
When their eyes met, he forgot to dodge the arrows, and three arrows just grazed his cheek.
One of the arrows scratched Ying Zheng's cheek.
On that handsome face Leaving behind a bewitching blood mark.
This blood mark did not destroy his beauty, but added a touch of dangerous magnificence to him.
Zhao Ziheng's horse turned around and ran towards Yan Xiaomo's direction.
Yan Xiaomo didn't come back to her senses until she fell into a somewhat cold embrace.
"Zhao Ziheng, you" Yan Xiaomo turned her head, feeling very complicated in her heart.
She did not refuse his hug.
"I can give him the world, but you and I really can't give it to her.
I said I won't make you sad."
Zhao Ziheng clamped his legs on the horse's belly, held the person in his arms with one hand, and leaned against her ear.
After saying these words, it seemed from a distance that the two of them were intimate.
He thought he was really crazy, abandoning the country for a woman who didn't like him.
His name will probably be remembered forever.
It's just that he is not a person who cares too much about what happens after his death.
After death, everything becomes a passing thing.
He just wants to do what he wants to do in his heart.
Although the price was high, he had no regrets.
Ying Zheng watched that scene from a distance, and the two of them were so close.
Therefore, Mo'er left just to find Zhao Ziheng Thinking about it, Ying Zheng smiled mockingly, and the soft color in his eyes was quickly replaced by cruelty and cold-bloodedness.
A feeling of abandonment and betrayal emerged from the bottom of his heart.
As he watched the horse run further and further away, the figures of the two people became increasingly blurry, and his warm heart gradually turned cold.
The war is over, the sky has turned white, the whole canyon is full of corpses, and the air is filled with the smell of gunpowder smoke and blood.
"Commander, the enemy has a total of 200,000 prisoners.
Do they want to be imprisoned?"
Bai Qi asked.
Ying Zheng looked at the place where Zhao Ziheng and Yan Xiaomo left, his eyes filled with ice, his thin lips moved slowly, and he said, "They were all buried alive."
Bai Qi was slightly startled, but didn't say anything against it.
"The last general takes orders."
More than 200,000 people were buried alive in this way.
From then on, Ying Zheng's reputation frightened everyone in the world.
After the battle of Changping, no one and no country dared to compete with Qin.
In a small inn, Yan Xiaomo and Zhao Ziheng were sitting in the room.
Zhao Ziheng drank tea silently, his eyes falling on Yan Xiaomo.
"Zhao Ziheng, why didn't you tell me?"
Yan Xiaomo glanced at Zhao Ziheng, feeling a little guilty.
She knew all the rumors outside, but suddenly felt that she didn't understand Zhao Ziheng at all.
"Tell you what, I accidentally fell into Ying Zheng's trap.
I missed Ying Zheng and escaped from the battlefield."
Zhao Ziheng put down the teacup in his hand and snorted softly.
If he has done this, he will definitely not regret it.
He had thought through all the consequences.
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"You did this all for me."
Yan Xiaomo felt that she owed Zhao Ziheng even more.
Zhao Ziheng moved his eyes to the window, his eyes became particularly far-reaching, and he said quietly: "For you, but also for myself." oshow7: