After three years of reconciliation, the emperor regretted

For seven consecutive days, the thirteen cities of the Xia Kingdom were seized. The [-] elite soldiers led by Chu Jingrong pushed all the way northward, like entering no man's land.

After successive defeats, the people of Xia Guo were panic-stricken, and they mobilized the power of the whole country to try to preserve the remaining land.

But even if 50 iron cavalry encircled and suppressed Chu Jingrong's [-] elite soldiers, they would still suffer losses and defeat.

This man not only uses his soldiers like a god, but even God is helping him. He wants the wind to get the wind, and the rain to get the rain. unknown.

The most frustrating thing is Guigu's untold secret - the skill of dunjia, which can avoid disadvantages and be invincible.

Ordinary people were lucky enough to see it, and they mistook it for the magic of the fairy family. For a while, even the consciousness of resistance disappeared.

How can man resist God?

General Xia has seen Chu Jingrong envoy hundreds of weapons, from the most common swords, guns and hammers to the rare tiger claw flywheel...

No matter what kind of weapon, he can take the head of the enemy within three moves. No matter how he is provoked and troubled, he will stand still, perfect like a god, and can't find any shortcomings.

Of course, Chu Jingrong's most convenient weapon is the soft sword wrapped around his wrist, which is as thin as a cicada's wing. It's called Ziwei, it will see blood when it comes out of the sheath, and it can kill one person in one step.

But except for being humiliated for the first time and burning with anger, Chu Jingrong never used Ziwei again, just quietly wrapped around her wrist like that, not like a weapon for killing people and drinking blood, but like an exquisite ornament.

Half a month has passed, and after pushing 27 cities in a row, the [-] soldiers led by Chu Jingrong are as enthusiastic as chicken blood, and they are completely tireless.

Everyone in the entire Xia Kingdom was in danger and turbulent, and the king of the Xia Kingdom was in a state of panic all day long.

If this continues, more than half of his country will be given away. In desperation, Xia Guo made a move to seek peace.

Send envoys to bring gold and silver treasures, silk and satin, singers and concubines to show their favor.

The two countries are at war, and the envoys will not be beheaded.

Chu Jingrong took all the gold and silver, and sent back all the singers and concubines. After sending them away in a gentle and light rain, he continued to march northward the next day, and Xia Jun was caught off guard.

Such treachery, the angry Xia Guoguo yelled at the court, and sprayed blood on the civil and military officials of the Manchu Dynasty.

This person, Chu Jingrong, obviously doesn't take hard and soft things. When they presented thousands of treasures, they were just meat buns beating dogs, and they never returned.

Xia Guo had no choice but to fight again and again. After repeated defeats, they ran out of ideas, so they wanted to bypass Chu Jingrong and directly negotiate with the monarch of the Great Zhou Kingdom, Xiao Yiheng.

When the time comes, the emperor will promulgate a decree to let him return to the imperial court, so it is impossible for him to disobey the imperial decree, right?

But this move was also counted by Chu Jingrong, and the envoy walked halfway, but was intercepted by Chu Jingrong's men, and several carts of gold and silver disappeared again.

The situation has developed to this point, and there is nothing to do!

Chu Jingrong's ruthless and decisive attitude shocked the six nations.

For three months in a row, Xia Guo moved the capital to the north one after another. In the end, he was huddled in the cold northern desert, and there was no room for further northward movement.

King Xia couldn't figure it out no matter what, but he planned a failed assassination, how could he be reduced to the point of destroying the country?

What made him shudder even more was, who exactly is Chu Jingrong?

No, he is not human!

How can a mortal rely on his own power to destroy a country in just three months?

Their country of Xia must have offended the gods, so they were punished by the heavens.

The last city defense was captured and [-] elite soldiers filed in. Lord Xia stood on the tower. Seeing this scene, he was as young as an old man, and all his energy was taken away.

In just three months, they have already worked their heads full of hair. They have lost countless elite soldiers and generals in the process of fleeing, and now only a few old, weak, sick and disabled are left. How can they resist Chu Jingrong's [-] being irrigated with blood? The Shura army that was cultivated?

After wading through the mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood, Chu Jingrong finally used his Ziwei sword.

Among the scarlet, only the man was dressed in white, as if he was dancing, using the heaven and earth as paper, human blood as ink, and human life to paint, presenting a strange beauty.

One person at a time, reaping lives leisurely.

Guigu's disciples are inherently good and evil, Chu Jingrong is not afraid of doing evil, he will never dare to touch Erlang's hair from now on.

After fleeing for so many days, the lands and mountains brought down by his ancestors were buried by him once, and he didn't know how to explain to the underground after his death?

Xia Guoguo didn't want to live for a long time. Regardless of the eunuchs and maids' obstruction, he insisted on going down the tower and walked towards Chu Jingrong.

Is it true that as long as he offers his life with both hands, he can write off all grievances and let this person let his wife and children go?

Seeing Lord Xia walking towards him, Chu Jingrong stopped his movements, and his [-] elite soldiers also stopped killing by coincidence.

Under Chu Jingrong's cold eyes, Xia Guoguo came to the front and stopped, then slowly knelt on the ground, hung his neck and begged: "If you want to kill or cut, please let me go, I beg you to let my citizens go!" .”

"Where do you have citizens? Now, they are all citizens of Dazhou." Chu Jingrong snorted coldly and remained unmoved, with a heart of stone.

"You killed me and let my concubine and prince go." Xia Guoguo had no choice but to settle for the next best thing.

"Cutting the grass does not remove the roots, and the spring breeze blows and regenerates." After finishing speaking in a cold voice, under Xia Guoguo's shocked and resentful gaze, Chu Jingrong's crape myrtle had already wrapped around his neck.

Xia Guoguo was desperate. From the very beginning, this person had no intention of letting any of the royal relatives go.

It was only when he was about to die that he realized that the most terrifying thing in the Great Zhou Dynasty was not the wise monarch, nor the brave prince, but the married emperor teacher in front of him.

However, at this moment, soldiers outside the city suddenly reported.

"Reporting to the emperor's teacher, there is an urgent report from eight hundred miles away. The young master Qingwu of the Wangfu has a message that the prince is about to wake up. Please return to the imperial city quickly."

Chu Jingrong's subordinates paused, and after casting a glance at Xia Guoguo, he put Ziwei away and left without hesitation.

The cold touch on the neck disappeared, and Lord Xia Guoguo collapsed on the ground. He raised his trembling hand and wiped his neck, but there was no trace of blood.

He survived from the killing god just because the prince is about to wake up?

Does that mean that as long as the prince wakes up early, his Xia country will not be reduced to the point where the country is ruined and the family is destroyed?

Chu Jingrong's behavior is really unpredictable. He has been planning for three whole months, just to kill Xia Guo, and now he is only one step away from success, and because of a reason that cannot be counted as The reasons for abandoning the low-hanging fruit.

Fifty thousand elite soldiers were left behind to escort Xia Guoguo back to the capital. Chu Jingrong set off first and rushed back to the imperial city overnight without stopping.

It's a good thing that Kui|Xia Baoju can travel thousands of miles a day without feeling tired, otherwise, Chu Jingrong would have exhausted many horses to death after traveling day and night.

Three days later, when Chu Jingrong returned to the palace, he rushed into the main courtyard before he could wash up.

Xiao Yunyan opened his eyes just after the effect of the Mongolian sweat medicine, and the first thing he saw in his hazy vision was Chu Jingrong who was smiling slightly at him with crooked eyebrows.

His appearance did not lie to him, Xiao Yunyan felt it in his heart.

After a long period of inactivity, the joints seemed to be rusted. Xiao Yunyan forced himself up, stretched out his long arms, and took Chu Jingrong into his arms.

He lowered his head to kiss the top of Chu Jingrong's hair, and was caught off guard, but smelled a pungent smell of blood.

Xiao Yunyan was extremely sensitive to the smell of blood after years of fighting outside, and even the slightest smell could not escape his nose.

Frowning, Xiao Yunyan stretched out his hand to hold Chu Jingrong's fingertips, and checked carefully. It was still white and flawless, clear and smooth, without any blood stains, so where did the pungent bloody smell come from?

"Jing Rong, how long have I been asleep?"

"Three months." Chu Jingrong answered truthfully.

"Then these three months, do you have..."

Before Xiao Yunyan could finish his question, the voice of Eunuch Fu announcing the decree came from outside the door. According to the meaning, it was to let Chu Jingrong enter the palace for tonight's celebration banquet.

"Erlang, I'm tired, go for me." Chu Jingrong was not interested in the banquet, and right now he just wanted to watch Erlang and have a good sleep.

What celebration banquet?Xiao Yunyan wanted to continue asking the question just now, but saw Chu Jingrong lowered his eyes, with obvious haggardness in his eyes.

As soon as his heart ached, Xiao Yunyan couldn't care about anything else, and with a forceful arm, he pulled Chu Jingrong into his arms.

"Sleep, Erlang will watch over you."

"En." As soon as Chu Jingrong fell into Xiao Yunyan's arms, he relaxed, and his voice became blurred. Before he fell asleep, he still held Xiao Yunyan's skirt with his bare hands and told him: "Your body is just right, go there in a while." Banquet, less...less drinking."

The whole person is so soft that no one dares to associate this person with the evil god who killed the Quartet before.

Xiao Yunyan's heart was soft, and he readily agreed.

It wasn't until the celebration banquet in the evening that he learned from his brother what had happened during the past three months when he was comatose!

After the drinker stopped, Xiao Yunyan lowered his head, his face was lonely, and he didn't say anything for a long time.

For three years at the frontier, he fought countless battles, but only captured a few cities and shocked the Xia army, so he did not dare to act rashly again.

And his appearance... In just three months, the entire country of Xia, who was killed, was destroyed...

Xiao Yiheng saw Xiao Yunyan's lowered eyebrows and drooping eyes, and knew that his younger brother must have suffered a setback in his self-esteem.

Although he looked pitifully tight, he couldn't help but want to sneer.

"Why, feel frustrated? Although this is normal, you are really hypocritical."

"You married an eagle. He harvested his wings for a few days and ate vegetarian food for a few days. You don't really think he has turned into a soft canary, do you? With the warm and soft jade in his arms, his mind is confused , is it the first day you know what he is capable of?"

Xiao Yunyan lowered his eyes, making it hard to see the expression on his face. He didn't say anything for a while, but at a certain moment, he stood up suddenly, gave Xiao Yiheng a slight bow, and then bowed and exited the hall.

Xiao Yiheng yelled several times but failed to call him back, so he snorted coldly and simply let him go.

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This is an era where comprehension and technology go hand in hand.

Some people fight cannons with golden bodies, while others chase planes with swords.

Thousands of years ago, Sakyamuni forced the king of birds to give him two cubs.

Now he has returned to secular life and retired to the mountains, his wife has become the chief executive, and the cub has also broken out of his shell.

He was wearing a red jacket with his chest open, a large gold chain hanging around his neck, and a pair of Hawaiian-style shorts on his lower body.

Sakyamuni works as a boxer coach during the day and sells pancakes at night.

Every morning, I would ride a small electric donkey, carrying two little bald heads, one in the front and one in the back, to the cultivation kindergarten.

As a result, on the first day, the two uneasy cubs got into a fight, and even molested Prince Tianhu, who was passed down from generation to generation in the Qingqiu clan.

Sakyamuni was kicked into the principal's office by his wife holding his ears.

"Look at the good deeds your son has done. It's true that the upper beam is not upright and the lower beam is crooked."

Minghuang's hands trembled, but Sakyamuni hugged her waist and kissed her.

"Honey, how can you say that? It's not natural for a son to follow me!"

So that night, Shakya, who pushed the small cart back to the villa, just took a shower, washed off the smell of fried eggs, and was kicked by his wife to sleep on the sofa before he climbed into the bed.

For thousands of years, the world has long forgotten the Buddha Lord Sakyamuni.

Until one day, Ming Huang told him with red eyes: Zai Zai was kidnapped.

Sakyamuni put on his cassock again, and summoned thousands of Buddhist disciples to enter the lair of kidnappers.

The villain had no way out, knelt down and shouted: "My Buddha is merciful."

"Be merciful to your mother, dare to hurt my wife and children, I will send you to bliss early."

On that day, the world remembered the fear that thousands of years ago, the entire cultivation world was dominated by a group of bald heads.

The big wife in the sky, the earth is the biggest, the sand sculpture of greasy Buddha is the main attack X is cold and dusty, and the peerless beauty is subject

When Xiao Yunyan returned to the palace, Chu Jingrong was still sleeping soundly, covered with the robe he had worn, breathing quietly and long.

Not having the heart to make a noise, Xiao Yunyan asked Qingwu for a pot of Tusu, and sat alone at the table to drink.

When Chu Jingrong woke up in the middle of the night, the willows were already on the moon. He opened his eyes in a daze, and found that the room was lit with candlelight, and a lonely figure could be vaguely seen in front of the desk.

Is Jiro back?

Chu Jingrong stood up, the robe that was draped over his chest slipped off, and he was half undressed, revealing a bewitching scenery on his chest.

His eyes gradually focused, and he could clearly see that it was his Erlang who was silent at the table and drank his sorrows with wine.

After Chu Jingrong thought about it for a while, he connected the cause and effect.

It must have been that talkative sage again, chewing his tongue in front of Erlang.

Look at that dejected look, like a little wolf cub who wants to eat meat but feels that he is not worthy of eating meat, it's pitiful.

"Erlang, are you back?"

Xiao Yunyan's back stiffened, then he put down the wine glass in his hand and walked towards the bed.

"Well, I'm back, did I wake you up?"

Chu Jingrong sighed softly in his heart. After all, he still needed to appease him, otherwise with Xiao Yunyan's dull temper, he didn't know when he would start thinking about it.

After Xiao Yunyan sat down on the side of the couch, Chu Jingrong nestled into his arms weakly and bonelessly, caressing Xiao Yunyan's chest with one hand, his fingertips twitched, with a hint of provocation.

"Erlang, I miss you."

Xiao Yunyan's eyes darkened, he took Chu Jingrong's plain hand, held it in his palm and squeezed it.

"The past three months have been exhausting. I'll watch over you. Let's sleep for a while."

Hearing this, Chu Jingrong gritted his teeth secretly, feeling depressed.

what sleep?An elm lump, you see what I mean, where is sleepy?

She didn't want any face, Chu Jingrong went all out, she didn't believe that this idiot could resist being teased.

Pulling Xiao Yunyan's hand and putting it in along the side of the skirt, Chu Jingrong wrapped his wrist around Xiao Yunyan's neck, with affection in the corners of his eyes and a catchy ending, he boldly invited: "Erlang, won't you...fuck me ?”

Xiao Yunyan's big palm moved restlessly. He hadn't made love for a long time, so he naturally thought about it.

Pressing the pulp of his thumb on Chu Jingrong's waist, Xiao Yunyan hesitated for a long while, and suddenly lost his temper. He lowered his eyes and said to himself, "Jing Rong is a dragon and a phoenix among people." And he is at most a good horse, Can not be compared.

It was he who was unworthy, it was he who climbed high, it was him who wanted to eat swan meat, Xiao Yunyan felt ashamed.

Chu Jingrong is so angry that he is a dragon and a phoenix among people, so you won't touch me, will you?Do you still want to confess me, offer incense and pay tribute every day, kneel three times and kowtow nine times?

With a soft snort, Chu Jingrong laughed at Xiao Yunyan's hypocrisy, and looked at him coldly: "Is it the first day you know that I am a dragon and a phoenix?"

Feeling sorry for his low self-esteem, he whispered softly: "So what about dragons and phoenixes among people, it's not at your mercy!"

Taking Xiao Yunyan's hand and putting it on the back of his neck, Chu Jingrong never shy away from this burn during the three months he led the army outside.

He doesn't care what others think of him, no matter how ugly the words are, it's not like he hasn't heard them before, and because of his status as a married woman, he has been belittled and despised, but in the end he killed them all so that he didn't dare to speak out...

He used to attach great importance to reputation, but now, he has something more precious and wants to cherish, and that is Xiao Yunyan.

"Erlang, I miss you."

Fingertips hooked the man's purple-gold double-striped wide belt, and with a little effort, Xiao Yunyan threw himself down in front of Chu Jingrong.

Putting his arms on both sides of Chu Jingrong, Xiao Yunyan's eyes became darker and darker as he watched the amber eyes of the man in his arms glisten with autumn water.

He finally couldn't help it, bent his head down, and kissed Chu Jingrong's eyebrows and lips carefully.

Between the beds, Erlang has always been gentle, caring about his feelings, not tossing too many tricks, and not saying anything out of the ordinary.

Chu Jingrong is useful, he likes it very much, enjoys the love that Xiao Yunyan holds on top of his heart, and feels sorry for Xiao Yunyan's careful care.

His Erlang is full of blood, so he should be unrestrained and indulgent.

Chu Jingrong wanted Xiao Yunyan to be unrestrained for a while, and a hint of cunning flashed across his blurred eyes.

When Xiao Yunyan came to kiss him again, Chu Jingrong took the initiative to stick out half of the scarlet tip of his tongue, hooking Xiao Yunyan to kiss him fiercely.

While lingering with Xiao Yunyan to death, Chu Jingrong said vaguely, "Erlang, you can be... rougher."

Hearing this, Xiao Yunyan's hand holding Chu Jingrong's shoulder suddenly tightened. After digesting for a while, he asked in a hoarse voice, "Is it really possible?"

There was a bit of excitement and excitement, but also a bit of trepidation.

Chu Jingrong continued to prod, not afraid of death: "I am also a man, but you treat me like a beautiful girl. How can I be refreshed by this trickle?"

As soon as the words fell, he felt a big hand pass through his waist, and with a sudden force, Chu Jingrong was forced to turn over and kneel on the bed instead!

For a moment, his mind was a little dazed, before Chu Jingrong realized what happened, Xiao Yunyan's gentle palm passed through his hair roots, grabbed his hair full of black hair, and pulled it upwards violently.

Forced to look up at her slender neck, Chu Jingrong had never been treated like this before, and she couldn't help but shed tears from the corners of her eyes.

Is this the nature of Erlang?Before that, being gentle and tender was all about taking into account his feelings, so he had to suppress it?

Xiao Yunyan bowed his head, grinding the burn on the back of Chu Jingrong's neck with his canine teeth, Chu Jingrong shrank his neck and tried to hide, but in exchange for more rough treatment, he could only swallow with difficulty, and called Erlang in a mournful voice, Feelings of fear.

However, this time, Xiao Yunyan didn't feel sorry for him, and responded forcefully against Chu Jingrong's ear: "This time you asked for it, you can't go back on your word halfway, and you can't settle accounts after the autumn."

Chu Jingrong's tears flowed even more fiercely, falling into Xiao Yunyan's eyes, in exchange for his heartache.

Close to Chu Jingrong's ear, Xiao Yunyan teased with a bad tone: "If you really can't bear it, write a poem, Erlang will restrain himself, and let the wind stop and the rain rest."

Hearing this, Chu Jingrong's eyes flashed with humiliation, he bit his lower lip with his white teeth, and stubbornly remained silent.

Go write a poem of yours, even if he can't take it anymore, he won't be able to do such a shameful thing.

Facts have proved that words cannot be said too early, let alone too full.

Later, Chu Jingrong wanted to write a poem, but his mind was muddled, so he could only shake his head mournfully and refuse, even the words that came out of his mouth were broken and didn't rhyme at all.

It was only then that he realized that that bastard Xiao Yunyan didn't want him to stop from the very beginning, so he made such a tricky request.

After a night of ups and downs, Chu Jingrong felt that his bones were falling apart, and the half of his white arm exposed outside the bedding was bruised and purple, full of traces of love.

After sharing the same room for so long, he has never fed the wolf enough.

Xiao Yunyan was satisfied, the hypocrisy of last night completely disappeared, he didn't even go to the morning court, and waited on the saddle.

He couldn't help being happy, but also a little guilty, for fear that Chu Jingrong would get angry and never give him candy again.

Chu Jingrong's eyes fell on Xiao Yunyan coldly, and only stared at him until his head was buried in his chest, then he snorted coldly and looked away.

In the end, he didn't say that there will be no next time, which is a tacit agreement that Xiao Yunyan can be presumptuous in intercourse.

But Chu Jingrong still overestimated himself, Xiao Yunyan really didn't restrain himself, he could bear it once or twice, but not three or five times.

But he was stubborn and refused to give in, and finally fell ill in the early hours of the morning seven days later, raving in his dreams and having a high fever.

Xiao Yunyan panicked immediately, the body temperature of the person in his arms, which was always a bit cool, suddenly became like a stove, which directly woke him up from his sleep.

"Jingrong, Jingrong, wake up." Putting the palm on Chu Jingrong's forehead, the burning sensation in the palm made Xiao Yunyan's eyes even more anxious.

"Come here, prepare hot water for bathing." He called out the door, and Qingwu, who was sleeping in the side room, was awakened, hurriedly approved a piece of clothes, and went out to the woodshed.

Xiao Yunyan put his hands on Chu Jingrong's slightly protruding belly, blaming himself to death.

It's all his fault, because Jing Rong's connivance was too unrestrained, after Yun Xieyu harvested, he should have carried someone to clean it up, but when he saw the slightly protruding lower abdomen of the person in his arms, he suddenly felt a sense of Jing Rong's true love. She had the illusion that she was pregnant with his heir, and as soon as her brain twitched, she did something wrong.

Now that Jing Rong has a high fever, it's all his fault!

Burned to the point of confusion, Chu Jingrong's eyes were astringent, and he cried out in pain in a daze.

"Where does it hurt?"

"Stomach... my stomach hurts, Erlang, I hurt." Chu Jingrong's voice was hoarse and weeping, sobbing so heartbreakingly.

After Xiao Yunyan heard this, the regret in his eyes was even worse, he raised his hand, and slapped himself hard on the side of the face.

The snapping sound woke Chu Jingrong awake. He opened his eyes, but still couldn't figure out what happened.

He fell into a coma after the incident last night, not knowing what Xiao Yunyan did. Now that he regained consciousness, Chu Jingrong's stomach ached and his face was completely drained of blood. He subconsciously put his hand on his lower abdomen, and the next second, his whole body became stiff .

After the hot water was ready, Xiao Yunyan wanted to pick him up from the bed, but as soon as he stretched out his hand, Chu Jingrong slapped him on the back of his hand.

"Jing Rong, I..."

"What are you? Don't touch me, go out."

Chu Jingrong was so angry that he scolded with red eyes, Xiao Yunyan tried to get close several times but couldn't do it, so he had no choice but to leave the room and change to Qingwu to serve him.

The whole body was soaked in hot water, Chu Jingrong's ears were red and bleeding, and he washed himself slowly.

This bastard Xiao Yunyan, in the end... in the end...

After the lower abdomen became flat and the pain subsided, Chu Jingrong wiped himself dry, got back into the mattress, turned his back, and ordered his servants to carry the bathtub out.

After a while, Xiao Yunyan still came in to make amends, Chu Jingrong lost his composure, turned over on the bed, and asked in a low voice, "Qingwu, where did Yunyan go?"

"If you go back to the son, the prince has gone to the ancestral hall."

"Ancestral hall? How long have you been there?"

"It's been about two hours."

Chu Jingrong was silent for a while after hearing the words, then got up and put on his outer robe, dressed neatly under Qingwu's service, without letting anyone follow, he also went out of the room and went to the direction of the ancestral hall.