Before you know it, the midwinter season has passed, and it is the spring of the following year.
The number of snowfalls in Nanyao is very rare, but the air is still full of steep spring cold.
The plum blossoms in the courtyard are also gradually withering and losing their fragrance.
The entire capital city of Nanyao is floating with a stormy and impetuous and depressing atmosphere.
Only Nan Xirong, as if he didn't know that the disaster of the country was coming, still had the heart to hold a banquet in the palace to invite the civil and military generals of the Manchu Dynasty.
If you don't take the situation outside seriously, and still entertain yourself, only the king of the dead country can do such a thing.
He is far from having the confidence he had when he first took the initiative to provoke the war, but he refused to bow his head and admit defeat, even at the last moment, he had to make a desperate bet.
He felt that Ye Song and himself were the same kind of people, and he, like Ye Song, was not afraid of death at all, because he had his pride and persistence.
The historian of Nan Yao, dipped his pen in ink, and prepared to record the last stroke of Nan Yao's history.
And Nan Xirong is about to become the last stroke in history, and it is also a failure.
At dusk, Nan Xirong stepped on the broken luster of the setting sun.
The plum tree grows small leaves that flutter in the wind, tender green and weak.
The corners of his bright yellow robe floated back and forth as he walked, his dark hair tied up behind his head, and his long narrow eyes seemed to be daunted by the cold of spring.
After Nanshu taught Ye Song the last movement and a dance step, he asked her to sit in front of the makeup mirror and change her clothes and makeup.
There was a banquet in the evening, and Ye Song was indispensable.
With Nanshu's continuous days of recuperation and practice, Ye Song has been able to walk steadily, dress himself, and eat with chopsticks in his hand.
She is like a plum tree outside, although it has lost its fragrance in winter, but it is still strong.
Nan Xirong habitually looked in from the window, and looked a little distracted.
Ye Song pulled his forehead back, revealing a disfigured face, he didn't think it was an ugly one, he couldn't help but reach out and touch the golden mask on his face, but felt that it was a kind of mark.
What is his, she leaves, and hers is what he leaves.
Ye Song and Nan Shu both knew that Nan Xirong was outside, and they only needed to glance at him from the corner of their eyes to see his figure.
Nanshu combed Ye Song with a decent bun, it was not the Nan Yao woman's bun, but the Northern Xia woman's bun, the entire rough and uneven forehead was exposed, and the scar on it was pink, no matter how thick the rouge was, it couldn't be covered, so he simply didn't wipe anything but felt more comfortable.
Nanshu glanced at the bronze mirror and said bluntly: "You are so ugly, I have never seen such an ugly woman as you."
You must not have imagined that you would become so ugly one day. ” Ye Song also replied unceremoniously: "The skin is just something outside the body, as long as the face is ugly, as long as the heart is not ugly, you can still live positively, but some people have a good-looking face but an ugly heart, so it is better to live than to die clean." ” Nan Xirong stopped eavesdropping outside the window, turned his head and walked in.
Nanshu looked sideways, hurriedly put down the comb, and blessed Fuli and said, "The concubine is the emperor." ” Nan Xirong walked behind Ye Song, slightly bent his long body, and looked at Ye Song in the bronze mirror, or himself.
He suddenly opened his mouth and smiled: "In this world, you can't have two selves, otherwise everything will be messed up."
You said it very well.
As he spoke, he raised his hand and took off his golden mask, revealing a face that had half of his face ruined, cold and flawless and ugly at the same time, Ye Song didn't even blink his eyes to look at Nan Xirong's face in the bronze mirror, and listened to him again, "Maybe you are the only one in this world, who dares to face my face, as if you are facing yourself." ” "If you are Nan Yao's woman, I will treat you well.
It's a pity that you are a woman from Northern Xia, so it doesn't matter if you don't let me see it, but you have to appear in front of me, so that I have to be defeated.
Everything I have lost is because of you, and I want you to lose everything.
Everything about you may have been Northern Xia in the past, but I knew it clearly, and then it was Su Jing. ” Ye Song hooked the corners of his lips, sneered, and said, "It's not others who make you lose everything, it's your own ambition."
From the beginning, defend your own country, how good it is for the two countries not to compete with each other, it is your own lack of people's hearts that cross the thunder pool first, and you have to bear the consequences yourself.
Perhaps, you never thought that you would fail, so you never thought about whether you could afford such consequences. ” Nan Xirong ignored her sarcastic words, but stretched out a hand and put it on Ye Song's shoulder as if nothing happened, Ye Song struggled, and found that he secretly clasped her shoulder, he said: "Do you know, I have sent several groups of killers to infiltrate the Northern Xia military camp in the past few days, and it is not difficult for the spies to enter the enemy camp, as if I also knew that my military camp would inevitably be mixed with the Northern Xia spies."
Didn't Su Jing wake up yet, so I asked the killer to kill him. ” Ye Song's body stiffened.
Nan Xirong paused, and said proudly: "And I succeeded." ” As soon as his words came out, Mo said Ye Song, and even Nan Shu was slightly surprised.
And Ye Song's brain was buzzing, she didn't know what he was talking about, her first reaction was to stand up forcibly, her fingernails grabbed Nan Xirong's wrist and instantly grabbed blood marks, she clenched her fists and smashed them towards Nan Xirong as soon as she turned around.
However, this is not the case today.
Her fist was soft and had no strength, and her speed was much slower, Nan Xirong could easily avoid it, not to mention that even if she hit him, she couldn't cause any damage.
Nan Xirong easily grabbed her wrist, smiled so much that her eyebrows were raised, and said: "Do you think you are still the same Ye Song as before, you are a waste now, it would be good to be able to barely dance, and I can tell you how I can tell you that this time it is true, I really killed Su Jing."
After all, he can't escape the palm of my hand."
Ye Song was stunned regardless of the risk of his wrist bone being broken, and forcibly broke free, Nan Xirong felt that the wrist bone was too light and slender to hold in the palm of his hand, as long as he used a little force, it seemed to be able to be pinched into pieces, he still let go, and asked Ye Song to break away, Ye Song threw himself on the table, lifted off the tablecloth, and all the porcelain cups and tea utensils on it fell in response, the tea splashed everywhere, and the porcelain cracked into pieces.
She picked up the sharpest piece, turned around and stared at Nan Xirong, gritting her teeth and stabbing at him.
She couldn't control her actions, and tried her best to tell her that it couldn't be.
Not all of them are wastes in the Northern Xia military camp, there are Su Chen, Yingzi, and Baozi, all of them are there, they will protect and take care of Su Jing well, how can they be killed by a few batches of killers sent by Nan Xirong, she doesn't believe it But she just can't control it, she wants to die with Nan Xirong It's a pity that she is not Nan Xirong's opponent.
Nan Xirong turned on one side lightly, messed up the bun that Nan Shu had combed Ye Song again, pulled a handful of hair in his hand, and knocked off the porcelain piece in Ye Song's hand with the other hand.
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Ye Song's scalp was tightened, and his face was so painful that his face was bloodless, but his eyes were red, and he said, "You lie to me, it's impossible that you can't kill Su Jing, you can't kill him in your life."
Nan Xirong said leisurely: "If you think I am lying to you, then why are you still so excited, if you don't believe it, you can inquire at the dinner to see if all the generals of the Manchu Dynasty are happy, and listen to them say that the whole army of the Northern Xia army mourns for the god of war of the Northern Xia."
He died at my hands after all.
Then he pushed Ye Song to the ground with a push of his hand, "It's your turn next."
If you want to avenge him, dance the dance of Gong Yan tonight, and I am waiting for you to take revenge."
Ye Song threw all the things in the dormitory that could be dropped towards the south, and the sawdust fell on the stone steps and splashed the corners of his clothes, but they didn't hit him.
He kept smiling crookedly, but the smile was so empty that there was nothing left but a simple arc.
Su Jing died too simply and calmly, completely unconvinced by the vigor he envisioned, probably because of this there was a gap in his heart, in fact, he was not as happy as he looked.
Once he was defeated by Su Jing's hands, knelt in front of Su Jing, and was trampled under Su Jing's feet, he had never had such an addiction.
Pen Court Nanshu stood at the door, Ye Song looked up at her directly, the corners of his eyes glowed crimson, and asked, "What about Liu Jiao, call him here, I want to ask clearly." ” Nanshu said: "It's useless for you to ask now, he is going to do other things, you better prepare first, go to the palace banquet, everything you want to know, maybe there will really be an answer at the palace banquet." ” As soon as the night fell, the lanterns were on, and the civil and military ministers of the Manchu Dynasty entered the hall one after another.
A large part of them did not want to come to the feast, but they had to come.
Even when it comes to the death of the country, Nan Xirong wants them to enjoy themselves together.
The other part of the eyebrows and joys are military generals, they are all talking about Su Jing's death, and now there is another Ye Song in the palace, using Ye Song to threaten the Northern Xia army, maybe it can turn things around.
And it's a great pleasure to be able to watch the female general of Northern Xia dance for their Nanyu people tonight.
They are all looking forward to it, and they don't know what it feels like to be a woman with a knife and a gun on the battlefield on the red carpet.
Su Ruoqing's order for the whole army to attack was transmitted to Su Chen, and some reinforcements came with him, and the leaders of the reinforcements were Ye Xiu and Baili Mingshu.
The Ye family army looks dusty, but they are full of spirit, and it is okay to attack Nanyao, but they will definitely not allow Ye Song to die in the Nanyao Palace in vain.
Behind Ye Jiajun, in addition to transporting grain and grass, there were also more than a dozen huge and heavy boxes, each of which was carried on a four-horse cart, and despite this, the horses' hooves and ruts still left a deep mark on the ground.
Su Chen didn't expect that Ye Qing and Gui had come with him.
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