The Queen of the Prairie and I

smiled.

The smile in the blush seemed like an eternal smile that would not freeze.

It's like smiling after being drunk.

Driven by her, I also smiled unconsciously.

In the already empty golden-roofed tent, both of them smiled silently.Are you smiling and happy?Or are you laughing at yourself for procrastinating such a simple matter for so long?Is it really stupid to laugh at yourself?

I know it well, and I don't have to tell it.Show it, just laugh.

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When I started to remember things, the only memory was my mother's cruel training.

Or thrown into the wild naked.Or be sold and asked to run back by himself.

It was an unimaginably cruel experience, but I gradually got used to it through constant torture.

But from the age of ten, the training content became monotonous.Mother gave herself a sword and asked herself to split something.

At first it was just bamboo.

Then there were things like ropes, bricks, planks, and the like.

Then later it was slaves, bones, armor, or the same sword.

All you have to do every day is keep chopping.Boring, repetitive, hacking without any rewards.

At that time, An Mu just felt that if he only talked about the types of things he had split, he should be the best in all Ailima—no, maybe he should be the number one in the entire East.

From then on, An Mu began to go out with the army.Countless employments, countless employers, countless wars.However, there are always some battles involving the Anzu sisters.Every time you will lose face and even be in danger.

"Weak guy!"

Mother reprimanded.

From then on, there was only one thing left to chop.It was a bamboo tube filled with water.

Bamboo tube?It's too easy to split it.

With one strike of the sword, the bamboo tube will be divided into two parts horizontally, vertically, or even obliquely.The water inside will spill.

"Weak guy!"

Yes, but they were all reprimanded and beaten by their mother, and they couldn't even stand up.After finally being able to hold the sword again, he had to devote himself to this kind of strange training.

Although I don't know what effect my mother wants, but I will chop every time.Anyway, what I did was definitely wrong, so I was beaten again and again.

Not enough, there are still burrs in the split.I also believe so firmly.

Going out, returning, training, being beaten, bedridden.

Until the age of 17, it was the same life trajectory. In the gloomy life, only An Yin was still helping herself, maybe just applying some medicine, or helping to bandage the wound on the palm of her hand that was worn by the sword handle.

Until one day, An Mu gradually realized what he needed.

Mother, An Yin, Elima, money.I can't see anything anymore.

She knew why she would embarrass her family when she went out to fight, and why she couldn't use all her martial arts.Because those are acquaintances, those are companions.

But now she can't see it anymore, and her sword won't hesitate any more.

All it takes to fight is one, one resolute, one decisive one.Anything under such determination will be split.

After years of boring training day after day, An Mu finally got rid of one thing in his personality.

hesitate.

The sword that no longer hesitates will not be a gust of wind, but a ray of light.

After a flash of light, the bamboo tube remained there as it was, as if my sword hadn't touched it.An Mu would leave every day, attracting those girls from the An nationality to come to see the bamboo tube.

"Isn't this completely untouched? Why is there nothing wrong with it?"

"I clearly saw her sword go through the bamboo tube?"

They talked in a hurry, and touched the bamboo tube that was still the same.

It snapped into two neat sections, and the water inside spilled out.

The little girls were splashed with water, just staring blankly at the two neatly cut bamboo tubes.

After that, the news of his mother's death in battle spread to Elema, and soon after, his mother's body was brought back to his house.

She seemed to be asleep, but the arrow wound on her neck was still obvious.

An Mu stood there looking at his mother's body, but there was no light in his eyes.

"Weak guy."

Saying so, she left the body at the door and went back into the house to sleep.Only An Yin was left standing there, looking at the closed door in surprise and not saying a word.It's as if it's not just An Mu's mother who is lying here dead, but also An Mu.

After that, An Mu started to go out alone, and became a famous general of the An clan in less than ten years.When she decided to fight for it, no enemy leader could take a life from her men.

On that day, An Mu, who returned to Alima, found that An Yin, who had also become a general, had a child, and he was already four years old.

"This is my daughter, An Xiche," she said.An Mu suddenly felt that she seemed to have missed something, and she understood all this from An Yin's expression.

Only then did An Mu realize that getting rid of hesitation did not mean that he became stronger.

She lost something and almost never got it back.She imitated others, imitated being touched, and imitated the feelings she had before, but she just couldn't find the most important thing again.

She cut off her hesitation.

She wished she could get it back and embrace those emotions again.

Rediscover your own hesitation.

When An Xiche woke up on the bed, he found himself lying in a broken room with bandages and ointment wrapped around his body.

"The young master is awake!"

When her subordinate's voice came, she saw that the room was full of her own people.

She vaguely remembered the situation when she was hit by An Mu's mace, and she thought she must be dead.

"Weak guy."

She said so at the time, everything made her lose her cool.Everything learned is forgotten.

She looked at her sisters and asked, "Where is this?"

"Young Master, this is a house in the Danning Mansion."

"Did the Danning Mansion not fall?"

"Originally, a group of yellow-headed soldiers came, and left again, and another group of officers and soldiers came, and left again. Most people in the city fled out, and the houses were empty, and there were no people on the street, but it was very safe. .”

"Zonatia, what about Li Ningsheng and the others?"

"They withdrew when the young master was fighting An Mu."

"Then I -- I have repaid the favor." An Xiche murmured, and straightened up again in pain. "Big sister—where is An Mu?"

"An Mu also suffered a lot of injuries that night, asked us for ointment, told us that you are not dead, young master, and left."

"Did she really not kill me on purpose?" An Xiche was a little lonely.To this day, he is still treated like a child.

"Young master, An Mu left a letter for you."

"What?! Why didn't you say it earlier?" she said in surprise, "show me quickly."

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Mr. Yang was wearing commoner clothes and carrying a parcel on his back. He was surrounded by this group of cavalry when he was trekking across mountains and rivers.

"What I said is real."

Mr. Yang said so, but the leader cut him to the ground with a knife in his hand.Then a steady stream of cavalry appeared here, at least more than 1000 people.

All of them are An people, all of them are the elite of An Mu.

"He's lying." An Mu, the leader, said.A general who has experienced battles can completely distinguish such lies.

"General, the spies report that there are military camps on the east and west mountain plains, and there are countless bright and dark outposts."

"Then it's obvious, it's the Crusade." An Mu said, "Then it's clear where the central army of Donatia is."

"Knowing that you are going deep into a foreign country and setting up a cross formation, the general beware of deceit." The subordinate said.

"So what? Dronatia's frequent fortifications and formation of cross formations at this time is clearly provoking me and asking me to fight her decisively." An Mu laughed, his smile was creepy, "Then I You can't evade and run away, otherwise, wouldn't it be a waste of her heart?"

She waved the mace in her hand, and said loudly: "Follow me to the north, directly hit the central army of Dronatia, and use her white hair as our military flag!"

In the middle of the night, taking advantage of the moonlight, countless cavalrymen headed towards the Xinghuo camp like a whirlwind in the night without even lighting their torches.

The An cavalry rushed towards the camp like steel knives in the night.When the sentries noticed the sound of horseshoes and shouted "enemy attack!", the iron cavalry had already appeared in front of them.The mace, rapier, and lance killed all the outer sentinels in an instant.In the blink of an eye, it broke through countless light and dark outposts.The conch horn was blown in the camp, and the war drums were beating. In a blink of an eye, the An clan's iron cavalry crossed the wooden fence one by one, galloping in the camp like the autumn wind sweeping away fallen leaves.

An Mu waved his mace like a vajra of the gods. Whenever he touched it, blood would flow out. As the horse galloped, blood curtains exploded in the crowd.

As they broke into the camp of the Chinese army, the resistance of the cuckold soldiers became fierce.Bows and arrows rained down, and the Bugud cavalry who had time to mount their horses also began to charge forward.

The sisters kept breaking and falling off their horses, but they couldn't slow down the charge of the Anzu cavalry at all.The horse's hoof stomped on the corpse, and even though it was hit by countless arrows in its rear hip and chest, "Yellow Tail" did not stop at all.

The golden roof of the golden tent was seen by An Mu under the moonlight, and finally there was joy in her red eyes.

At this time, there were hardly many sisters following behind.

Everyone is rushing forward.

All for their own victory in this long battle, they chose the path of charge where it is absolutely impossible to turn back, and it is absolutely impossible to survive.

Everyone is a warrior and a good sister of their own.

And this long battle is coming to an end.

Yellow Tail finally gave up.Its panting sound became heavier and heavier until it crashed to the ground, like a tower collapsed.An Mu rolled to the ground, but the mace was still in his hand.

The arrow occasionally landed on the joints, the weak points of the armor, but she ignored them.

Those who stood in the way were removed with a mace, and only a few dozen steps from the current place to the golden tent, she killed a bloody road covered with corpses.

"Dranatia! Get out!"

She shouted, but there was no movement in the golden tent.

Ignoring the arrows shot from behind that were bounced off by the armor, she finally came to the big tent.Stepping on the wooden steps, walked inside.

In the meeting hall of the golden-roofed tent, the carpets and seats are still so luxurious, as if the bloody battle and riot outside did not exist.And at the end of the carpet, a person was wearing a white robe, a velvet hat and a crown, standing with his back facing him.

Another woman was wearing a velvet cap and a green dress, sitting on the side seat, bowing her head and not speaking.

"Dranatia!"

An Mu shouted, and charged forward with a mace in hand.

She didn't even draw her knife, nor was she on guard, as if she despised herself or gave up resistance.

An Mu was annoyed by this, and because of the red eye, she was eager to end all this.

The mace was swung straight towards Dronatia's celestial cap.At the same time, Dronatia turned around with a full face.

It was the touch of a hit, and the mace would shatter her cap and kill her.

However, that was not Dronatia's face.

It was Li Ningsheng's face.

The blood flowed from her hair to her face, turning into streaks of red tears and red curtains.Even the white robe was dyed red.

An Mu hesitated. At this moment, she saw the green figure move at an invisible speed, and it was behind her in a blink of an eye.

At that moment, she felt that the scimitar, like a crescent moon, was gently slashing across the body from the part that she had predicted would enter.

Be it the tendons and muscles of the abdomen, the internal organs, or the spine, they were all cut apart by that line.

The mace in his hand also fell to the ground, making a muffled sound.

Also fell down was himself.

That shouldn't be called falling down, An Mu could still feel that he was hunched over, lying on the ground as if attracted by the earth.

"Alas."

Blood gushes from the corner of the mouth, from the abdomen, from where everything came out.During this time, the whole world became surprisingly quiet.And the flowing blood, no matter how you cover it up, you can't stop it.

Not to mention continuing to fight, even standing up, or even looking up at Li Ningsheng, to see how she was doing became extravagant hopes.

"An Xiche, you are a great talent. You are very similar to your mother. You don't need to abandon your humanity and emotions like me to gain real strength. But you haven't learned to truly calm down like water, it's too easy Caring too much, too easy to be affected by obsession, too easy to ask for an explanation from this world. Where can there be any explanation in this world? Everything just happened, that’s all. But people are still people, they don’t know Because if you change your view, there will be a real change. When you really realize all this, you should be the one who has really got rid of those greed and killing and gained a new life. As the last time for you Gift and apology, I will give you a true statement, this will be the last truth you get from the world, after that, there will be no more, please cherish it—your mother, An Yin, or you , in my heart are irreplaceable people, any popular positioning can not represent my true feelings for you, what I have said are all lies, because it will affect the battle between us, I want to see Your true strength. It's ridiculous to say that you are after water, but I am after emotion. We have become what we expect from each other, but my way is different, so I can no longer accept it.

I don't know which one is the real An people, your realm or mine, but I hope it's you.It's not easy to stick to something you hold on to to this extent, and I hope you don't throw it away and live up to it.From the beginning to the end, carry it through to the end.

In the end, I didn't kill you not because you were talented

It's because you are An Yin's daughter, An Xiche.

Precious, never written

Anmu"

An Xiche's two ice-like pupils and eyes that could no longer see clearly finished reading this simple letter with difficulty, and his vision became more blurred unconsciously.

"You said it earlier!" she cried, just like An Xiche before.Her sisters wanted to comfort her, but she held the letter tightly and kept sobbing.

The severe pain at the top of my head showed that my head was still broken.But my cap was not shattered, and I didn't die or feel that my consciousness was far away.

The eldest sister bowed her body and fell to the ground. The abdomen that was pierced by Dronatia was bleeding continuously like running water, and a large pool of blood was stained on the carpet.

I'm not dead or seriously injured, just as I thought.

Donatia stood up and wiped the satsuki knife in my hand with the sleeve of my dress.But Qi leaned down and looked at the elder sister.

"You—you're fine—"

she asked with difficulty.

"Yes, it's just a minor injury like a child hitting his head." I also wiped the blood on my forehead and face with the sleeve of my white robe.

"Did I—did I hesitate?" she asked.

"Yes, you hesitated."

"Ha--hahaha, cough, cough, hahaha! So that's the feeling, so--hesitation is like this." She laughed and coughed up blood again.He couldn't lift his head to look at me from the beginning to the end. "Just a fleeting moment of stiffness is—enough—to kill yourself."

The more she said that, the more I couldn't bear to watch it.

With this method, he took advantage of the weakness that the elder sister was not even aware of, and killed her.

"I thought——I won't hesitate anymore, why, for you, is this so?" She continued to ask with her last breath.

"For me, for anyone you care about, you will definitely hesitate." I said seriously, telling all the facts, this is the last respect I have for her as a warrior. "You don't know it yourself, but you are this kind of person. You are a person who values ​​friendship and affection."

"Is that so? It turns out that it has always been there, it turns out that it has always been in my heart..."

Her words became weaker and weaker, as if she was going farther and farther away, and finally she couldn't support her prostrate body and fell to the ground, falling into a pool of her own blood.

I also stood up and continued to wipe the blood off my face.

Donatia listened to my words, and did not move when Sister Anmu attacked me, waiting for the momentary gap.She believed in me 100%, and I was finally integrated into her whole life.

But so far, sadness and disgust have overshadowed joy.

After all, this was the first time that he had killed someone close to him.

Donatia looked at me and asked, "Didn't you cry?"

"No." I replied with a sore nose. "I won't cry."

The more I said this, the more I felt that I was trying to be brave, and my throat hurt.

The author has something to say: So many things have happened in this little time.

~First of all, I would like to wish you all a new year~

And hope everyone is well.

~I originally planned to end this chapter, but it turned out that I wanted to write a less hasty ending, which was much more difficult than I imagined~

~But I'll end well~