Zhen Shan's eyes trembled, she took his hand and put a silver ring on his ring finger.

"This is?"

"It is said that in ancient Western countries, couples would wear the same ring on their ring fingers. This kind of ring is called a ring, which means that the hearts are connected."

Qi Yu was stunned, his eyes trembling fiercely, "Your Highness..."

"Ayu, are you willing to marry me?"

Qi Yu suddenly hugged her neck and said, "Your Highness, A Yu has always been yours." Why do you want to say it?

Zhen Shan tightened his arms, it was enough to find a sincere person in this life.

Taking heaven as a witness, the two of them bowed three times to complete the ceremony of husband and wife.

The red cloak was draped on the grass. Feeling his body trembling slightly, Zhen Shan kissed his lips and said, "Don't be afraid."

Qi Yu grabbed her clothes and stammered: "I, I'm not afraid."

Zhen Shan put her hand on his waist and rubbed it gently, teasing: "Really?"

Qi Yu's face turned red and blood dripped, "Really, really."

Zhen Shan's eyes dimmed, and he was about to devour his little wife completely.

Buzz!

An alarm sounded from the military camp, and the ambiguous atmosphere was instantly shattered, and Zhen Shan's expression condensed.

The redness on Qi Yu's face faded and he said anxiously: "Your Highness, we have to go back quickly."

Zhen Shan nodded, raised his hands, picked him up horizontally, pointed his toes, jumped on the horse's back, and drove the horse towards the military camp.

…

Half a month later, Zhen Shan led the Xuanyi Guards into Death Canyon.

Qi Yu originally wanted to go with him, but he remembered that he didn't have martial arts to accompany him, so going would only cause trouble for her and affect her plan.

Therefore, no matter how worried he was, he could only stay in the military camp.

Only when he is safe can she be free from distractions.

But, day after day, ten days later, Qi Yu stood on the city wall, looking at the enemy troops attacking the city with a pale face, his face filled with tears.

Your Highness!

Feng Yin and several generals looked desperate and sad. They drew their swords and roared, "Feng Yin soldiers, follow us out, kill these damn enemies, and avenge His Highness!"

"kill!"

The enemy attacked the city, and His Highness failed and could never come back.

For two days and one night, Qi Yu stood on the city wall without eating or drinking, watching their Feng Yin soldiers fall one by one, and watching the group of hateful-looking invaders stepping on their corpses and about to break through the city gate.

He once again pushed away the people begging him to leave, "The city gate is about to be broken down, you should leave quickly!"

"Master..."

"Your Highness, you are still waiting for me."

Qi Yu looked at the sky, as if he saw her standing in the clouds, reaching out to him tenderly.

"Your Highness!"

Qi Yu stretched out his hand without any hesitation and fell straight down to the city.

"Master!"

In the autumn of the fifth year of Emperor Feng Yin Xiwen, the Feng Yin border was completely trampled, and the legendary Feng Yin War God also ended her myth and fell into the Death Canyon without any bones left.

And her royal husband jumped off the tower and died for her.

When the first snow came, the capital of Fengyin was destroyed. It was rumored that the gentle and kind-hearted Emperor Xiwen once again did something that shocked the world. She burned the entire Fengyin Palace with her own hands and killed her attendants and children.

Then she led all the royal family and courtiers in the capital to fight the enemy in bloody battle to the end.

Feng Yin, the last queen, could not compare to the previous queens in terms of imperial skills, and she was completely incomparable to her sister in terms of strategic talents. However, such a person left a mark in the history books.

The world has mixed praise and criticism for her, but there is no doubt that her passion and jealousy are one of the reasons that destroyed Feng Yin.

However, as a queen, she had always been her sister's foil. In the past, the world only knew Zhen Shan, the regent of Fengyin. How did they ever know about the queen of Fengyin, Zhen Hao?

Even her throne was passed on to her because of her mother's helplessness, and the man she loved only had her sister in her heart.

Isn't her life a tragedy?

However, when a person dies like a lamp, all love, hatred and hatred are over, leaving only a few words in history books and remarks that the world may sigh or despise.

…

"Your Highness, there is an ambush. Go quickly, go quickly!"

"Your Highness!"

"Senior, how is she?"

"Shut up, you scum, and stay away from her."

"Ashu..."

"Who told you to call me that? Old scum, get away from me too. You master and disciple are nothing. If something happens to her, I will have you all buried with her."

"Shanshan, don't sleep. Would you like to wake up?"

Zhen Shan seemed to be immersed in a sea of ​​blood, her eyes were full of blood, bones were white, and countless cries, pleas, and screams echoed in her ears, which tortured her to the point of collapse.

After an unknown amount of time, the smell of blood on the tip of her nose faded away, replaced by the bitter smell of medicine. From time to time, there were gentle voices in her ears, but this voice made her feel chilled to the core. She just wanted to escape. From time to time, there were impatient quarrels.

But she would rather hear the quarrel than listen to that gentle voice.

However, the voice seemed to be a lingering ghost, always haunting her, and it was like a substance that could touch her body.

Zhen Shan was so disgusted that he wished he was deaf and wanted to chop off everything he touched.

Stay away from her, stay away from her...

Get out, get out!

Zhen Shan opened her eyes suddenly. She had been asleep for a long time, but her eyes were still full of bloodshot eyes. She stared at the white bed curtains, where were they?

But it shouldn’t be hell. How can hell be full of the smell of medicine?

So, she's not dead?

That……
Chapter completed!