After the powerful minister was reborn, he married the delicate girl back home

It wasn't until the early morning of the next day that Xiao Ziqi slowly crawled out of the cold river. He picked up the red tassel gun on the side, his wet black hair spread behind him, and his eyes were as fierce as a water ghost.

Yu Niang panicked. The general looked like he wanted to swallow her alive. It was really scary. She regretted it.

"Puttong" she knelt down in front of the tent and couldn't care about anything else. She pointed at Xiao Yi and pushed all the blame aside, "General, he was the one who told me to go. I dare not disobey..."

The pretty girl cried so hard that the soldiers in the camp were heartbroken, but no one dared to ask for mercy. After all, the general's red-tasseled spear was extremely sharp, and he had cut off countless enemy heads, but in the blink of an eye, blood seemed to spurt out again. It was a tragic scene with the gun blade stained red and corpses scattered all over the field.

Xiao Ziqi became famous at a young age and was a majestic young general in the Northern Dynasty. He couldn't remember how many big and small battles he had gone through. This murderous intention suddenly appeared, and there were very few people in the world who could stop it.

In an instant, Hongying's gun turned and pointed directly at Xiao Yi.

The ends of his eyes turned red, and his eyes were full of ferocity, and he roared angrily: "Do you really think that this general will not dare to kill you!"

His life was in danger, Xiao Yi was still kneeling upright. He didn't say a word, but suddenly smiled, raised his hand and grasped the head of the gun tightly. Xiao Ziqi was keenly aware of his thoughts, quickly raised his foot and kicked the head of the gun away, and the red tassel gun turned in the opposite direction and plunged straight in. Under the sunlight, the silver light reflected from the gun head became brighter.

"Stay here and atone for your sins for the rest of your life."

"And you guys, if you don't want to go back, just stay here with him."

After leaving a few words coldly, Xiao Ziqi picked up the red tassel gun not far away and walked decisively with his hands behind his back.

Deep in love, everyone laughs at him, but no one understands.

Even though he was used to seeing bloody battlefields and indifferent people, he couldn't help but feel cold and sad at this moment.

Xiao Yi stayed in the end. He watched the army march away in the dark. He looked at the mighty hussar general in silver armor and silently knelt down to salute.

Since then, there has been a Buddhist lieutenant in the military camp. Whenever he has free time, he will devoutly burn incense and worship Buddha. He has only one wish: May the master get what he wishes, live a long life, be safe for the rest of his life, and have descendants in the future. Prosperity and family prosperity will last for generations.

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The news that Xiao Ziqi was returning to Beijing finally reached Zhou Yuzhao's ears. Princess Roujia, who had always been dignified and generous, lost her etiquette for the first time and ignored the etiquette. She walked straight into the imperial study with hurried and messy steps.

"A Yin, he is coming back. Is it true or not?"

"Is it true or false?"

His trembling fingertips could not hide his panic. Zhou Yuzhao always felt that his sudden return to Beijing had something to do with him. What would happen then?

Hearing her call him "A Yin", it was like the sister who loved and protected him in the past was back. Zhou Yin couldn't help but have a smile on his eyebrows. He nodded, "General Xiao wrote a confidential letter to I said that the elders in my family were old and frail and worried about him, so I invited him back to Beijing, and I agreed."

"That's it..." Zhou Yuzhao seemed to have lost all his strength and turned around to leave.

She couldn't stop Xiao Ziqi from coming back, and she couldn't stop him. After all, the Xiao family was full of loyal people. His grandfather, father and brother all died in the battle. Her sister-in-law bit her tongue and committed suicide after leaving her brother's only bloodline, leaving only his mother and The little niece who is about to have hair extensions is struggling to support a family.

It didn't matter whether he came back or just hid a little bit in the future. Zhou Yuzhao calmed his rapidly beating heart and let out a long sigh of relief.

The frontier was far away from the capital, and it would take months at least for the army to return to the capital. Early autumn had passed, and the cold wind began to blow, making people feel desolate and chilly. Wang Yanyun in the cold palace could not wait any longer.

Her belly was getting bigger and her face was getting paler. She had a hunch that it might be the past few days.

What she thought was indeed true. During the night, bursts of miserable wailing sounds echoed around the cold palace. It hurt so much that her lower body hurt as if it was being torn apart. Wang Yanyun clutched the bright yellow brocade quilt tightly, and the brocade quilt was sprinkled with tears while struggling. The tricolor chrysanthemums trembled and trembled.

My child, my mother is incapable of keeping you in her belly until full term...

Muddy tears flowed down, and they flowed more and more, mixed with the smell of blood in the air. She no longer had the strength to breathe, and she felt helpless and desperate.

"Madam, think about the little prince, think about the Holy One..."

The cry of the palace maid suddenly drowned out all the noise. Wang Yanyun drank the ginseng soup fed by the midwife, exhaled and exerted strength.

Zhou Yin stood outside the door, as if he had turned into an immovable stone statue, staring blankly at the room where Wang Yanyun was. The basins of blood brought out deeply stung his eyes.

"Su Sheng, I regret it."

The emperor's regret came late, but it was so strong. He turned the prayer beads on his wrist, thinking of all the gods in his mind.

"Your Majesty, my wife is blessed with good fortune and will be fine."

The word "Madam" can only be used by the official wives of the people. This small courtyard built in the cold palace is a rare paradise in the hearts of Zhou Yin and Wang Yanyun. They are one husband and one wife, and they stay together forever. Unfortunately, they were born in the emperor's family, and there is no word of love. Not up to people.

The wails became lower and lower, but the blood became more abundant. A "bang" of thunder flashed, shocking Wang Yanling in Fengzao Palace to wake up suddenly. She clutched her chest, heart palpitating.

"Mother, are you having a nightmare?" Nanny Li lit the candle. Although she expressed concern, her face was expressionless.

Looking at her "dead face", Wang Yanling's panic gradually calmed down. Thinking of these years, he couldn't help but feel funny, "Now you and I are the only ones here, why are you pretending?"

"I care about my queen's safety, why do I pretend to be so?" If her eyes hadn't changed, I would have believed it.

Wang Yanling smiled self-deprecatingly and murmured in a low voice: "I never thought of robbing her. If you hate it, you should hate the prince and the others. I think I have done my best to you."

"She's living a much better life than me now. My husband may be staying with her."

"Only one generation of empress "Wang Yanling" will be left in the annals of history. Her affectionate relationship with Emperor Yin is also a story that will last forever, but no one knows me "Wang Yanyun" anymore."

After saying that, she lay down on her own and closed her eyes to rest.

After a long time, Grandma Li stood up and blew out the lamp. "The one who betrothed is a wife, and the one who runs is a concubine." Her little master was proficient in music, chess, calligraphy, and painting. He was knowledgeable, courteous, gentle, and elegant, but he had been kept in captivity all his life. In the cold palace, without Fengguan Xiapei and the bright matchmaker, she has become a shameful existence... I can't help but feel resentment and hatred.

That night, there was only thunder but no rain.

When the sky gets bright, a light orange glow appears in the distant sky. The light breaks out of the ground, like a new hope, fighting to break through the heavy darkness, becoming more and more prosperous.

The baby's cry is so loud, but his birth represents the passing of two other lives.

Doctor Zhao never said that she was pregnant with twins. Maybe she thought it was useless to say so. After all, according to her body, the ability to give birth to just one child was already the limit.