Investing in the Rebirth of the Empress, She Called Me Husband

A small county town in southern Xinjiang.

The gloomy sky was like moldy cotton wool, and the strong wind carried the fine snow down. The temperature between the mountains and forests was so cold that water would freeze. In such weather, even the most experienced herbalists dared not go up the mountain.

But at this time, there was a figure shuttling through the dense forest, like a fish in water.

A red vine entangled in the tree was cut off, and the dripping juice was collected in a bamboo tube.

"It's so abnormally cold this year, and many places are preparing for sacrifices again."

Huang Donglai raised his head and drank a sip of vine juice, looking at the gray sky, and exhaled a breath of turbid air.

He is the only "boy and girl" who survived the sacrifice in Wangshan City.

His steady and vigilant temperament is not innate.

When he was a child, his father died early, and he lived with his mother and widow in Wangshan City. There was no man in the family, and his mother was unwilling to remarry, so the family's land was also taken away by the mayor.

Fortunately, this place is poor and has bad water and mountains, and there are many wastelands in other people's fields that men are unwilling to reclaim.

My mother went to reclaim the corners of other people's fields. Sometimes she was lucky and the harvest was harvested before others wanted to go back. Sometimes the land was flat and the seeds were not sown before the original owner took it away.

My mother never argued with others, but just quietly went to find new wasteland.

This cycle repeats itself.

Huang Donglai was twelve years old. He was already a good hand at collecting herbs in the mountains. Even monkeys were not as agile as him. He also learned from his mother how to survive in the cracks.

In this way, the orphan and widow survived miraculously.

He thought that life would continue like this.

But that day, the mayor came to the door with a lot of people. He was very scared because his mother had just planted sweet potatoes and promised to make roasted sweet potatoes for him.

Unexpectedly, the villagers who had come to the door more or less because of the land were not fierce this time.

They all had smiling faces, and brought venison and new clothes, and even maltose that only big cities have.

But his mother's face was as white as snow.

At night, he ate the candy and felt that the other children in the village were all bragging, and the candy was not sweet at all.

The next morning, his mother changed him into new clothes and new shoes that he had never worn before, and dressed him up beautifully.

Under the gaze of other mayors and priests, his mother held his hand tightly, so tightly that it hurt, and told him to be obedient.

Huang Donglai was very scared, he had always been very obedient.

Then, he was sent up the mountain by a group of villagers and a girl of the same age, beating gongs and drums all the way, and someone kept comforting the two children, saying that they were about to serve the mountain god, live a good life, and have maltose to eat every day.

But maltose was obviously not delicious.

Just as he was thinking this, the lotus seat rolled violently.

The world spun around, and he fell into the woods.

He saw the person who knocked over the lotus seat in panic. It was the woman who had reclaimed countless wastelands and was very strong.

The last voice Huang Donglai heard from his mother in his life was so hoarse:

"Run! Never come back!!"

At that moment.

Accompanied by the sound of the wind passing by his ears.

No one could catch him anymore.

"Hu..."

Huang Donglai let out a long breath and put away the trance in his heart.

It is a very dangerous thing to be in a daze in the mountains...

Snap——

Suddenly, there was a sound of a branch being stepped on in the distance.

Huang Donglai quickly alerted, the porcelain bottle in his hand slipped, and at the same time, he took in the surrounding environment, and instantly came up with the best escape route, and even let him leave a few simple traps...

"Cough cough..."

The cough lasted for a long time and became weaker and weaker.

People?

Huang Donglai silently sensed the other person's breath and looked through the leaves.

He was a middle-aged man, with ragged clothes that barely showed the uniform of a military scout. The pair of vine shoes on his feet were tattered and obviously experienced an unimaginable long journey.

There was a long wound on his abdomen, which was enough to be fatal. This man was almost exhausted.

But after noticing Huang Donglai, a light flashed in his eyes.

"Little brother."

"Who are you?"

Huang Donglai did not approach.

"Scout from Qingmu City, I don't have time, long story.....short..."

The man's dry lips moved, and he said hoarsely:

"The disaster beasts and the remnants of the Shang Dynasty in the south are moving. Only the prince can solve the problem. The military situation in my hands is extremely urgent."

"If you are willing, little brother, please send this letter to Qingmu City."

"If you don't want to take risks, run quickly. It will be too late if you are late..."

Huang Donglai was silent and did not reply.

Because the man who claimed to be a scout was dead.

He was willing to believe this person, but his instinct told him not to get involved with such a big thing.

QingMucheng will bear the brunt of the attack and will be the most tragic place in the battle.

But half a mile away, the light that suddenly appeared in the eyes of the man who fell in the cold wind appeared in his mind again, just like the woman who knocked over several strong men and told him to run fast in the cold winter many years ago.

He dreamed of that day countless times, wondering if the ending would be different if he didn't run that day.

"Rest in peace, don't think it's shabby."

Huang Donglai turned back, took the wax envelope from the other party, dug a pit and prepared to erect a monument, only to find that he didn't know the other party's name.

He took off the other party's waist:

'Lu Yi. '

Huang Donglai held the waist and looked in the direction of Qingmu City, muttering to himself.

"Mother..... This time, my child will not run away again."

.......

At the same time.

Qingmu City.

Zhong Ling looked at the scattered army and Li Mo who was still standing in the field, and was a little discouraged for a while.

The disaster beast is more difficult to deal with than she thought. She has been studying military formations since she was a child. Now she can command tens of thousands of soldiers to fight and thousands of elite soldiers to form formations.

Don't underestimate this number. It is not easy for ordinary people to do radio gymnastics in a uniform manner, let alone tens of thousands of soldiers.

The one hundred people she consciously dispatched have brought the power of the Zhong family's military formation to the extreme.

But when facing the Qiongqi transformed by Li Mo, she still felt a deep sense of powerlessness.

"Uncle Qu, is there anything I am not good at just now?"

"Hmm..."

Qu Sheng thought about it, and his eyes couldn't help but look at the girl sitting there calmly not far away, and couldn't help asking:

"Martial arts and military formations have something in common. Miss Ying's martial arts attainments are extraordinary and holy as commented by Yantian Sect. Do you have any opinions?"

"Yes, there are some."

Ying Bing put down the tea bowl, raised his eyes and said:

"If we talk about martial arts, Zhong Ling's mastery of the Zhong family's military formation should be "I saw the four forces of wind, fire and forest in the formation. Each of them is impeccable when taken alone, but they do not complement each other." "Insightful!" Qu Sheng raised his eyebrows slightly, clapped his hands in praise, and said to the generals beside him: "I asked you to study military books hard, but in the end, your attainments are not as good as those of the two girls." "Complement each other..." Zhong Ling was thoughtful, understood the truth, but did not know how to do it, and could only look at Ying Bing blankly. "You will know after playing a game of chess." Ying Bing took out a chessboard from the big-headed doll. "Good!" Go and military formation changes have many similarities. Zhong Ling sat opposite Ying Bing. Thirty seconds later. She was a little curious about Ying Bing's move. Sure enough, Fairy Han's chess path was unusual. The chess pieces went in a straight line. Is there any mystery in it? She was just about to make another move. "You lose."

"Huh? Didn't we just start?"

"But I've already got five in a row."

"Huh?"