The coldest mountain wind passed through the suspension bridge between the two peaks and passed through the clever body, causing violent shock. The thick fog in the mountains was blown away. Pan Chong followed far behind, watching the woman walking away, and twenty burly Zhujia guards followed silently behind him, and there were teams of civil servants and military generals behind him. He was no exception. Everyone followed her silently towards the highest road to the world.

The rich door opened and closed again.

The woman was vaguely praised the meeting with satisfaction from the results of today's meeting, "Everyone did a good job today. The next step to recover Yingdu depends on Huo Dao and Ouyang's performance!"

"Don't worry, your Highness, we know what to do!"

Huo Dao and Ouyang Nai stood up together and responded in unison, full of murderous intent.

As soldiers, defending their country is the value of their existence, and the battlefield is the place where they survive.

"good!"

"The older you get, are you ready for the earth and sacks you have prepared?" Mi Huang looked at the old man who performed outstandingly today and asked in the small council hall of Huang Palace.

"Your Highness, the old slave has already started digging and loading the earth." Yue Lao replied respectfully, "It has been completed 70%."

"Continue to step up the time."

"yes!"

After orders were arranged one by one, everyone took the orders. After thinking for a long time, Cheng Daxin still asked the question in his heart, "Your Highness, are you sure that Yingdu will be recovered in the short term? Although General Qi spoke very straightforwardly, his worries are reasonable."

Mi Huang looked at him and everyone with a calm look on his face and said, "I still have people in Yingdu City."

"who?"

"Liu Yi."

"Liu Yi?"

"In addition to Liu Yi, there are also a thousand Phoenix Yu Guards. Before I had an accident, they had already moved out of the palace through the secret passage of the East Palace and are now in the city."

Cheng Daxin was shocked and looked directly at Mi Huang and said, "If this is the case, it would be great!"

Mi Huang nodded: "So we have to speed up, otherwise if this battle continues, there will only be a devastated Great Chu."

Cheng Daxin frowned and said, "When the war comes, death and injury are inevitable, and losses are inevitable. What the Taiwo wants may not be easy."

"I know it's not easy!"

Mi Huang raised her head and looked at the gray city of Yingdu in the distance. The city was full of lights, and the fog in the mountains disappeared. "But we can't let them wait too long. They all hope that I can go back, but they don't know when I will go back... Once the civil war between us and Ruoao Yuejiao becomes a protracted war, we will face the covetousness of the Jin State in the north and the Wu Yue State in the south and even invade the east. When it is cold winter, the people have no support for food and clothing, and the war is endless. What will happen?"

"So I'm going to tell them: I'll go back!"

"I will end it all!"

...

A horse neighed, and war horses were led out.

The rich door was wide open, and the woman was wearing neat horseback riding suit, and her big black hair depicted her firm and delicate chin, and her finger bones that were always pressed on the hilt of the sword. Her pair of manic eyes were as firm as stars. She stepped on a kick and turned over the horse. She suddenly looked at Pan Chong and asked: "Teacher, Yongguo can invade the south when our Chu State was famine, Jinguo can go south when our Chu State floods, and even our own people took advantage of the emptiness of the country to launch a civil war. Why do you think this is?"

At this time, Pan Chong and Lao Nu kept following the ministers from the room and walking down Chu, standing in the corridor, from beginning to end, without saying anything about Mi Huang's arrangement...

His eyes fell on the lightning-striking tree in the courtyard in the distance, a vermilion bird stood on the branch, and a pair of vermilion eyes looked at the darkness of the world, as if he was quietly waiting for the dawn to soar into the sky.

He slowly withdrew his gaze and said, "Your Highness, when you don't need to give in to anyone, the whole world will give in to you."

"right."

Mi Huang turned her head and looked at him calmly and said, "So I want to be strong, strong enough to protect this country and everyone!"

Yang Youji and other guards following behind him shook slightly and said, "Your Highness, this is not your fault..."

"Whose fault is that?"

Mi Huang looked at them and asked back.

"This country belongs to my Mishi tribe, but the national turmoil is the fault of the slaves below? They just long for food and clothing and never dare to resist. As long as you treat them a little bit, they will be grateful."

The woman looked ahead, and the cold wind blew through the black hair tied with the phoenix crown on her head, and the ponytail swept across her firm eyes, and followed her gaze and brushed across the entire Jingman land.

"Since it's my fault, I will make things right." Mi Huang held the reins' hand, held the hilt of the sword, and finally said.

"Let's go down the mountain to the military camp!"

The Huang Yu Guards behind them all gathered, all turned over and shouted: "Open the palace gate!"

"promise!"

The palace gate of the Phoenix Palace opened loudly, revealing the official road down the mountain. The woman stormed and rushed out first, "Go!"

At this time, Pan Chong and Lao Nu kept following the ministers from the room and walking down Chu, standing in the corridor, from beginning to end, without saying anything about Mi Huang's arrangement...

Pan Chong looked in the direction of Mi Huang's departure, his eyes fell on the lightning-striking tree in the courtyard in the distance. A vermilion bird stood on the branch, and a pair of vermilion eyes looked at the darkness of the world, as if he was quietly waiting for the dawn to soar into the sky.

He smiled and said, "It's time for our State of Chu to take back all its power."

"yes!"

Anu nodded, "Ruoao and my Great Chu prosper together, and both of them are losing. Now is the most chaotic and weakest time for my Great Chu, and it is also the most chaotic and weakest time for him, Ruoao's family... So it is the best time. If this matter is done, there will be no second voice in our State of Chu in the future."

"yes!"

"The great chaos is also a great treatment. It can shave the carrion and eradicate the stubborn disease. Fresh blood will be absorbed, and then new flesh will grow again and become stronger."

"Go, the whole Da Chu is waiting for her to go back!"

Pan Chong chuckled and watched them disappear at the end of the mountain road.

...

The setting sun slowly took away the last light, and the earth sank into the darkness again. The starlight in the sky looked like a pair of ruthless eyes, looking down at everything that happened on the Jingman land.

Mi Huang rode on a horse and ran in the forest paths opened in the mountains. Let the cold mountain wind blow across his cheeks, creating red marks and skins. The countless crying sounds from Ren Yuanyuan blew across his ears, creating a strong heart.

Although the wind and rain of heaven and earth have stopped, the wind and rain of the world have not stopped. The night owls circling in the sky, making a shrilling roar, and their black eyes silently stared at the barren land.

An isolated palace appears on the mountainside.

The guards stood far away with fear, as if there was a mountain of evil spirits living there.

Mi Huang suddenly pulled her horse, stopped, and looked at the isolated area pulled away by the white silk. Yang Youji saw her pulling her horse, and everyone stopped and said, "Your Highness, do you want to see the situation of Cheng Youtu?"

"What's wrong with Lord Youtu and Azhu?" Mi Huang asked.

"The doctor has already made arrangements before leaving." Yang Youji replied.

"Um!"

...

On the hillside, there was nowhere to be seen in the palace, even the palace maids and temples. It was empty, leaving only the blue bricks under the feet of Zhu Wa above his head and the white silk flying inside.

The palace was silent. Cheng Jia heard the sound and his eyebrows were deep in his eyebrows, and his throat was hoarse, "Jing'an... My throat is uncomfortable, water..."

In late September, there was a hint of coolness in the mountains at night. A familiar fragrance came silently, gradually lingering in the tip of the nose. A warm chest was pressed against the back of the head, and a firm and powerful heartbeat came from the ears.

"Bang-Bang".

Knocked in his ear vigorously.

In the quiet and deserted back mountain, it became the most beautiful sound he had ever heard.

Someone carefully lifted his chin, blew the heat from the boiled soup, and fed the soup into his mouth bit by bit with a pair of hands with a faint warm temperature.

It tastes bitter.

But he tasted the sweetness.

It became the redemption in his life at this time.

In a daze, a trace of temperature passed across his face. Someone carefully wiped the corners of his wet mouth, soft silk wool, gently stroked his trembling skin, and drove away the cold from his body to the deepest part of his heart, making him whisper unconsciously: "Cold..."

A warm hand stove was stuffed into his quilt, and a warm patch on his chest and back was still as cold as an ice cellar.

From the limbs to the blood vessels, it is as cold as icicles that can form in winter.

He was even thinking.

Is this the temperature of death? The feeling that he had no time to experience in his previous life, darkness was in front of him, and death slowly came.

Subconsciously, he wanted to snuggle and fall deeply in the warm ups and downs behind him, just like when he was sick when he was a child, he was lying on his mother and sister's knees, "Mom, sister..."

"Brother Jia..."

My sister would coax him with a smile.

...

It's also like the person who once leaned against each other, "Are you afraid?"

"Not afraid!"

...

He kept getting closer, approaching the biting cold with the frost-like edge mixed with a peaceful breath, which became stronger and stronger between his nose. Then he stretched out his hand and grabbed the hands that he wiped him. A slender and smooth hand with a thin calluse was firmly held in his palm. The calluse was born from practicing martial arts for many years and working.

In the darkness.

Soft and hot.

The slender size fits his big hand that can only hold the cold air every time he opens.
To be continued...